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Are you okay?

When I said I wanted some exercise
this morning,

this isn't exactly what I meant.

We do this every Sunday morning.

That's why I was thinking
something a little different.

What exactly did you have in mind,
Your Honour?

You have to catch me first.

Laura!

Laura, wait!

I'm not falling for that, A.J.

Laura!

What the hell is going on, A. J?

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 sea.

There, with fellow JAG lawyer,
Major Sarah MacKenzie,

he now fights in and out
of the courtroom

with the same daring and tenacity
that made him a top gun in the air.

When did you realise he was dead?

We pulled over to check on him.

When we opened up the trunk,
he wasn't moving.

At first, we just thought
he was drunk.

You gave him alcohol?

Just a couple beers, sir.

We thought it would calm him down.

So you abducted him,
coerced him into drinking alcohol

and then forced him
in the trunk of a car.

Yes, sir.

At any point,
did you try to revive him?

Oh, yes, ma'am. We tried to get him
on his feet and walking,

but he had stopped breathing.

Malcom...

Midshipman Holmes even tried
mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

Can I see you outside a moment,
major?

You too, lieutenant.

Do you think this is funny?

No, sir.

Come on, Harm.
You gotta admit that was...

Bill is dead, Mac. They killed him.

Harm, he's a goat.

They gave mouth-to-mouth
resuscitation to a goat.

Bill has been the Annapolis mascot
for as long as I can remember.

Now, though that may mean nothing
to an OCS graduate,

it means a hell of a lot to anybody
who's ever attended the academy.

Come on, Harm. It was an accident.

Don't tell me when you were
at Annapolis,

you never did anything like this?

Well, Keeter told me
that Commander Rabb was...

Lieutenant, this conversation
is not about me.

Now, let's approach this
with a little dignity.

Yes, sir.

Commander,
do you have a moment?

Judge Delaney.

Nice to see you again, ma'am.

Thank you.

Somebody booby-trapped the admiral's
running trail yesterday morning.

Well, A.J. Insists it was a prank,
but I'm not sure I agree.

Listen, if you hear anything...

...give me a call.

A.J. Won't tell me a damn thing.

The man makes a mule
look cooperative.

I don't suppose you've seen
that side of him.

No, ma'am.

Commander, the admiral
would like to see you ASAP.

Enter.

Good morning, admiral.

You wanted to see me, sir?

I'm adding a codicil to my will.
I'd like you to take care of it.

- Yes, sir.
- I've outlined everything you need.

Is there a problem, commander?

I heard about the booby trap
yesterday, sir.

Sir, Mr. Osbourne
is here to see you.

Send him in.

That will be all, commander.

Yes, sir.

I don't know, sir.
He didn't have an appointment.

Buzz me when he leaves, okay?

Yes, sir.

The police gave me a photo
of this holy Buddha.

They found that near the booby trap
that you tripped yesterday.

Now, we both know
whose calling card that is.

I don't believe in ghosts.

Maybe it is time you did.

Perhaps we could convince
the commandant

that it was not meant
to be a malicious act.

I'm sure you're not
the first midshipman

to engage in an academy prank.

Isn't that right, commander?

Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

Thanks, Tiner.

Excuse me.

Sir, may I have a word with you?

Not now.

- But, sir...?
- Not now, commander.

Lieutenant Roberts,
would you ask Midshipman Danvers

if he'd like a coffee?

Sir, we just had coffee.

Then have some tea.

Tea, sir?

Yes, sir, tea. Follow me.

Yes, sir.

What's up?

Judge Delaney told me someone
set a booby trap

on the admiral's running trail
yesterday.

What kind of booby trap?

Well, it was a harmless one,
evidently.

But it has her worried
and the admiral too.

He's asked me to add a codicil
to his will.

A few moments ago,
Osbourne showed up.

- Osbourne?
- He and the admiral had a t�te-�-t�te.

The admiral cancelled
all his appointments and left.

I found this in his trash can.

You went through
the admiral's trash?

It was sitting on top.

Well, what's the connection?

I haven't the vaguest.

But I think I know someone
who might.

Lieutenant Roberts.

You are now in charge of Midshipman
Danvers' case until we return.

- Me, sir?
- You, sir.

Yes, sir.

Don't worry.
I'll get you out of this, son.

Danvers.

Yes, sir.

Here we are, Mother.

What's Webb doing with this crowd?

Having lunch.

Mother, could you go on ahead?

I'll join you in a minute.

Clayton, you're getting more
like your father every day.

Well, thank you, Mother.

That wasn't a compliment.

Taking Mom out to lunch
with the big boys?

Actually, she's taking me.

Well, give us what you got
so you don't miss the shrimp cocktail.

The admiral tripped
a simple CO2 whistle

connected to a monofilament line.

It was used to train replacements
for Vietnam.

Why is Osbourne involved?

I guess someone at the firm thinks
this goes back to Vietnam.

Osbourne was the company
Saigon section chief

during Operation Phoenix.

Phoenix used SEAL teams,
didn't it?

I wish I could tell you more,
but that's all I know.

Any idea what this means?

No. But it's Asian.

We figured that out ourselves,
Webb.

Osbourne might know.

Well, I doubt he'll share
what he knows with us, Clayton.

Goliath.

- Goliath?
- Thomas Wilson.

He was in-country with Osbourne
at the same time.

Vietnamese nicknamed him Goliath.

How much?

Since it's for the admiral,
just pay for Mother's lunch.

Done.

You do know that's
a $500-a-plate luncheon in there?

No, it's over.

Now, the sooner you understand that,
sooner you can get on with your life.

Phil, the sooner we can both get on
with our lives, okay?

Hi, sailor.

You don't know how glad I am
to see you.

He still drinking?

Yep.

Listen...

I think...

I think it's best that we stop
seeing each other for a while.

Someone pulls a prank in the park
and you're ready to call it off?

It wasn't just a prank.

Yeah, I should have caught it.

If I was that unaware in Nam,
I'd be dead.

I must be getting old.

Well, not that I can tell.

And this isn't Vietnam, A.J.,
and it's not a war.

I'm not so sure.

Look, you got a confirmation hearing
coming up

and I don't want
a ghost from my past

to jeopardise your future.

Ghosts never scared me, A.J.

Not even when I was a little girl.

This one would.

- Where did you get this photo?
- Does it matter?

It does if you want any info from me.

Out of an admiral's garbage can.

Chegwidden?

You know about the booby trap?

I know.

Is there a connection
between this Buddha

and the admiral's booby trap?

For your admiral's sake, I hope not.

During Phoenix, one of our boys
went over the edge,

started waging
his own psi-ops campaign.

He'd remove internal organs
from NVA sympathizers he killed.

It meant the victim would never get
to heaven whole.

- And the CIA condoned this?
- Of course not.

Not officially anyway.

It was a war, major.

I guess that's why we call them
war crimes.

He'd also leave a maimed Buddha,
like the one in this photo,

as a warning to NVA sympathizers.

Who was this sicko?

Jack Holford.

Why would he be after
Admiral Chegwidden?

Your admiral was a SEAL.

Holford had a squad
in SEAL Team Three assigned to him.

Can you get their names?

I'll see to it Webb owes you one.

Oh, my God, Admiral Chegwidden
was in SEAL Team Three.

Holford is listed missing in action,
presumed dead.

He wouldn't be the first vet from Nam
to see his name on the wall.

Funny, they're all dead except
for the admiral.

Last one died in a car accident
two weeks ago.

You don't have Chief Stroud's car?

The accident only happened
two weeks ago.

No, it's gone sure as hell.

Wish I could help you, folks,

but the fact of the matter is, once a car
is smashed up as bad as that one,

we just run it through the crusher,
you know, sell it for scrap.

She's a pancake by now.

Do you remember anything unusual
about it?

Like what?

Had it been tampered with?
The brakes? Anything?

I'll tell you what it looked like.
It looked like a wreck.

Except for that stone fat guy.
That was kind of weird, I guess.

Stone fat guy, Mr. Schwandt?

Yeah. This.

I thought it was one of them statues
people like to put on their dashboards.

You know, like one of them plastic
Jesus things? I kept it for good luck.

- Funny where I found it though.
- Where was it?

On the bumper, sitting there grinning
with a hole through its belly

like some goof had walked up
and put it there.

I mean, after the accident.

Commander, major,
I think I've come up

with a line of defence on Bill.

- Bill?
- The goat that died, ma'am.

I had an autopsy done
and we found out...

You had a goat exhumed?

Well, yes, ma'am.
We're lucky he wasn't cremated.

Everyone thinks it was toxic shock
from the paint that killed him.

But I had the guys at
Graves Registration dig him up.

And guess what.
It was a heart attack.

Midshipman Danvers'
and Holmes' actions

had nothing to do with his death.

- It was old age.
- Good work, Bud.

Now all you have to do is resolve
the kidnapping issue,

although we can't call it kidnapping,
can we?

We can't?

Not if it was an old goat.

Okay, I get it. Kidnapping.

That's funny.

Enter.

I have something to show you, sir.

What?

It was found on the bumper
of Chief Stroud's car

at the scene of his accident.

Chief Stroud was a member
of your SEAL team in Vietnam.

I know who the hell Chief Stroud is.

Yes, sir.

That's Jack Holford's calling card,
isn't it, sir?

Just what the hell don't you know,
commander?

Why someone would want you to think
Jack Holford's alive and after you.

Well, that's the $64,000 question,
isn't it?

Could he be alive, sir?

No.

Why not, admiral? He's an MIA.

Why couldn't he be alive?

You want him alive, don't you?

Sir?

If Holford's alive,
maybe some other MIA's are alive,

maybe even your father.

That was not my motivation, sir.

Holford's dead, commander.
I saw him die.

Now, I appreciate your concern.

This is my problem, not yours.

Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

What makes you so sure
I have anything?

It's that smug look on your face.

Don't ever play poker, Clay.

I don't.

I always lose.

What do you got?

A few years ago,

a former Vietnamese refugee
was busted for bilking MIA families.

He'd show them something he said
belonged to their missing loved one,

usually a dog tag
and some tattered clothing.

Then he'd ask for money
to have his cohorts in Vietnam

continue the search.

Thank God no one ever approached
my mother like that.

My father's an MIA.

I'm sorry, Harm. I didn't know that.

Thanks.

Anyway, when they busted this guy,

they found Holford's dog tags
and a couple of teeth

he was getting ready
to show Holford's mother.

Were they authentic?

The tags were, the teeth weren't.

What about Osbourne?

What do you want?
Another Polish dog?

- What?
- No.

If Holford is still alive,

he is potentially
a big embarrassment to the agency.

I told you before, Osbourne's
a sweeper, remember?

So he'll kill Holford if he finds him.

I didn't say that.

Well, that's what sweepers do,
isn't it?

So you know about Jack Holford?

We know he worked for your company
and was a killer in Nam.

We were all killers, every one of us,
even your admiral.

Maybe I should have said murderer.

Semantics.

Is Holford alive?

Why don't you ask A. J?

He's the one who left him behind.

The CIA sent Osbourne after him.

They must think
that Holford's alive too.

Or they're just buying insurance.

Oh, for God's sake, what is so hard
about this, Laura?

I just... I just need two or three weeks,
that's all. That's all I need.

You'll see I've changed.

Changed? Phil, you're so drunk
I want your car keys.

It's over.

No, Laura, it is not over.

Not yet.

Easy, fella.

Well, I guess one sailor's not enough
for her, huh?

Commander Rabb?

Sorry to bother you, Judge.

In here, it's Laura.

And you are?

Sarah MacKenzie.

Pleased to meet you, Sarah.

Anything?

Just a lot of questions.

Did the admiral ever talk to you
about a man named Jack Holford?

Jack Holford...

He served with the admiral
in Vietnam.

No, not that I recall.

But I didn't even know A.J. Served
in Vietnam

until I quizzed him about his ribbons.

The truth is, he's told me very little
about his past.

And about this prank the other day,
nothing.

Is it unreasonable to think
that love should rank

above some stoic warrior ethic?

He probably just wants
to protect you, ma'am.

I don't want protection.

I wanna share things.

He has no right to shut me out.

It's not his fault, ma'am.
It's what he's been trained to do.

But the admiral's smart,
and smart people can be retrained.

Even the old ones?

I have no opinion about that, ma'am.

Well, right now he doesn't even
wanna see me until all this is settled.

Well, maybe that's best.

No, commander,
that's not what's best.

And it's time your admiral
learned that.

Yes, ma'am.

Laura, damn it.
What are you doing here?

Making chicken soup.

My mother always said
that tough times go much easier

with chicken soup.

Now, A.J., you're gonna come in here
and we're gonna eat dinner.

And then we're gonna have
a nice long talk.

Don't move.

A.J.!

No!

No!

Oh, God.

No!

No!

No!

Pulse, 110 and thready.
BP, 80/35.

Five units O-negative stat.

Let's push her fluids.
Normal saline IV.

What the hell happened
to this woman?

She stepped on a mine.

In Virginia?

Systolic blood pressure is below 90.

Systolic still dropping.

She's distended, must be bleeding
internally. Prep ECR.

- Flatline. She's in full arrest.
- She stopped breathing.

Stand by to V-fib.

Standing by.

- Clear.
- Clear.

Give me 220.

- Adding 20.
- Clear.

- She's still flat.
- Got no response.

Getting nothing.

I'm gonna call it.

Time of death, 7:14.

You can bring him in.

Disconnecting the CSS.

Respiratory therapist call CCU.

Respiratory therapist call CCU.

Hey. Hey.

- Where is she?
- In O.R.

- All right.
- Phil?

What?

She's dead.

No. No, no.

No, she...

She can't be dead
because we talked this morning

about us getting back together
again.

I'm sorry.

Wait a minute.
Wait a sec! Wait a minute!

Wait a second, wait a second.

Did...? Did she ask for me?

She was in shock. She couldn't talk.

Was she in pain?

She's gone, Phil. Let it go.

She was my wife.

And I got a right
to know how she died.

She died alone.

Just like you and I will.

Well, I should have been with her.

I should have been with her
because I'm her husband, not you!

She's dead because of you!

- Is it strong?
- Not strong enough today.

I sent flowers to the funeral home
on behalf of the JAG staff.

Good idea. I'm sure the admiral
will appreciate it.

How is he?

Well, you know the admiral.
He's pretty tight-lipped.

Bud has dug something up for us.

I know. A goat.

I can't believe I'm laughing
after what happened.

Well, you know, Mac, life goes on.

Exhuming that goat
saved Midshipman Danvers' six.

Tell her, Mr. Roberts.

Well, since Bill died of natural causes,
the commandant reduced the charges

to wilful misappropriation,
which he's willing to dismiss

if Midshipman Danvers
buys a new goat.

And walks a hundred hours
of punishment tours,

which should keep him marching
until the end of the year.

But it's a far sight better than
being dismissed from the academy.

- Nice lawyering, Bud.
- Thank you, ma'am.

Listen, Bud, having that goat exhumed
by Graves Registration

got me thinking.

There's a lot of stuff coming in
from Vietnam these days.

Now, I know it's a long shot,

but maybe something has come in
on Holford.

Well, that's a real long shot, Harm.

Well, that's why people
buy lottery tickets, Mac.

I'm gonna go over there.

Well, who's investigating
the booby trap?

The Virginia State Police
turned it over to the FBI.

Since we're working long shots,
I'll see how that's going.

Meet back here at 1500 hours?

Good idea. I'll take Bud with me.

Yes, sir.

Let's go, Bud.

Sir, Mr. Osbourne's here.

Tell him to make an appointment.

Sorry, sir, he got past me.

- Should I call security?
- No.

I might order them to shoot him.

That will be all, Tiner.

Aye, sir.

I'm sorry about Judge Delaney, A.J.

I know she must have meant
a great deal to you.

You have no idea.

And it must be even more difficult

knowing that the bomb
was meant for you.

You said that you don't believe
in ghosts.

Well, I don't either.

But Jack Holford is out there alive.

And he's after you, I'm sure of it.

Why?

You tell me. He's one of your boys.

Okay, I will.

Jack was a little bit overzealous.

A bit?

That kind of passion
can be misunderstood, even detested.

Some men, young men, who still think
that some kind of decency

is possible on a battlefield
might even think

that he was worse than the enemy.

Sounds like
you're describing yourself.

Your SEAL team fragged Holford,
didn't they?

There you sit, the head of JAG,

and you either committed
or condoned a murder.

Get out of here.

I hope he gets you, A.J.,
before more innocent people die.

How long have you
been sitting there?

Ten minutes and seven seconds.

I snuck in.

Marines have a way of doing that.
Even JAG lawyers.

Admiral Chegwidden send you?

No, I'm here on my own.

Unofficially?

And I suppose you want me to tell you
everything I know

about this booby trap?

Yes, please.

Well, that's nice.

No one around here says please
or thank you.

- Well, thank you is my favourite word.
- Yes is mine.

That depends on the question.

Dinner, at Enzio's on Wisconsin.
Saturday night.

Yes?

Yes.

So far I've only identified
the explosive, C-4.

But this trigger mechanism, it...

It's unusual.

I think once I identify it,
we might have something.

Can I help?

- Should I lie?
- No.

Sit down and be quiet.

Thank you.

Hanoi wants to normalize relations
with us, sir,

but the government wants a full list
of the MIA's and POW's first.

The government's not the only one.

So Hanoi's been flooding us
with personal effects.

Most of it's probably stuff
that the Gls left behind,

but we have to check it all
against the MIA lists.

Here we go. Holford, Jack.

Hey, he was CIA.

Anything of his here?

Well, there is a box with some items
that might be his,

but it hasn't been
positively identified.

What are the items?

Except for his dog tags.

Well, there's photos,
reading materials,

some miscellaneous stuff.

Can we see them?

I guess so.
I mean, you being JAG and all.

Is there anything in here about
a Commander Harmon Rabb, Sr?

Let's see.

- Rob?
- Rabb.

Romeo, alpha, bravo, bravo.

Nope. Nothing.

Follow me.

Sir?

Yeah, I'm coming, Bud.

Platinum Panther.

That's worth a lot of money now.

Except for this one
has a coffee stain on it.

Oh, no, that's not coffee, that's blood.

Recognise him?

That's Admiral Chegwidden.

Admiral?

I saw a photo of your SEAL team
at Graves Registration.

Along with Holford's dog tags
and a comic book.

Platinum Panther.

I was hoping you'd say that, sir.

I told you he was dead.

Yes, sir, you did.

But somebody's trying
to kill you, admiral,

and dead or not, Holford's involved.

Why?

Talk to your boys out
of fragging me, lieutenant?

Or did they elect you to try?

Give me your weapon, Jack.
I'm placing you under arrest.

You can't arrest me, A.J. I'm not...

He was shot in the heart.

I was taking his pulse
when Charlie hit.

He was dead so I took cover
in the jungle with my team.

I called in air support,
beat them back.

When I got back to the hut,
Holford was gone.

Well, he was obviously killed
by the VC, sir.

They hit us with automatic
weapon fire, commander.

Holford was killed
with a single shot, pistol shot.

And I never reported that.

Vietcong had pistols too, sir.

Don't try to rationalise it
for me, commander.

I've been doing that enough
over the years.

If I hadn't, Laura would be alive.

No, she wouldn't, sir.

Whoever set that booby trap for you
was not avenging Holford.

Now, how do you know?

Assassins don't have avengers,
admiral.

Maybe it was his ghost.

Not his ghost, sir. His spook.

The trigger used to activate
the booby trap

was developed in 1992 for the CIA.

Osbourne.

I'll kill him.

- Prove he did it in court, sir.
- You prove it. I'm killing the bastard.

You tortured yourself for not reporting
what might have been a murder.

How are you gonna feel
committing one?

We'll get him, sir, in court.
I promise you.

No.

You don't get scum
like Osbourne in court.

But you're right, commander.

As much as I'd like, I can't kill him.

Do you think he meant it?

About not killing him? I hope so.

Tiner, the admiral in?

He's waiting for you, sir.

Your will is ready
for your signature, sir.

You aren't going to read it, sir?

You did what I asked, didn't you?

Yes, sir.

Then I don't have any need
to read it, do I?

Try out my chair, commander.

My guess is it'll be yours
in a couple years.

Go ahead, Rabb. It's not gonna
turn you into a growling old salt.

You'll have to grow a couple stars
for that.

It fits you, Harm.

He's gonna kill Osbourne.

Why else would he resign?

I'm afraid you're right.

Sir, I found him.

- The admiral?
- No, Holford. He's alive.

Impossible.

The admiral swears
he was killed in Vietnam.

You were at Graves Registration.
You saw the stuff.

I showed Chief Stroud's widow
the photo you gave me of Holford

with the admiral's team.

And she said that the day before
the chief died in the car accident,

a man who looked like Holford's father
came to their house.

The photo was taken 27 years ago.

Holford would look
like his father now.

Well, it could be a coincidence.
Someone who looked like him.

I don't think so, ma'am.

I have Holford's address, sir.

37 Elm Street, Middleburg, Virginia.

Harm, we've got to find the admiral
before he kills the wrong man.

Okay, Mac, you take
the admiral's house.

Lieutenant Roberts and I
will run down Webb.

He's our best chance
to get a fix on Osbourne.

Jack?

Jack's dead, Gayle.

A.J.

You set me up.

Like a deer at a salt lick.

Lose it.

Now, out the back the way you came.
Let's go.

If you wanna kill me, you do it here.

I'm not going anywhere.

Do you remember how Jack
slaughtered

that village chief in Tao Lai?
You wanna die like that?

I don't wanna die at all, admiral.

I'm not an admiral, I resigned,
but you heard that.

You knew I bugged your office?

I had it swept 15 minutes
after you left.

That means your JAG officers
are in on it.

You kill me,
they're abetting a murder.

I know you, A.J.

You wouldn't do that to them
no matter how much you hate me.

They're not in on it.

I set them up just like I did you.

No, I heard that
young lieutenant say

that he spoke
to Chief Stroud's widow.

My sister Adele.

She always did love
doing summer stock.

Move.

We got Webb. Give me a heads-up
as soon as you get there.

This better be good, Rabb.

I've got the first soft shell crabs
of the season waiting.

Get in. Admiral Chegwidden's about
to take Osbourne down.

You're kidding?

Would I make you miss the first
soft shell crabs of the season?

Sir? What about me?

Sorry, Bud,
Mr. Webb has priority seating.

Go back to headquarters.
I'll call you as soon as we got him.

Water.

Thanks.

Go to hell.

Is that where it happened?

You know damn well
where it happened.

You planted the mine.

No, I swear. Why would I?

If I wanted to kill you, the bomb
Sunday would have been real.

Because you like
to watch me sweat.

You and Jack both
always got your kicks

out of watching people in pain.

Did you see the pain Laura was in?
Did you?

- No.
- The hell you didn't.

You wouldn't have missed it
for a million bucks. I know you, Gayle.

You were out there somewhere,
watching.

Move.

Still the honourable man, A. J?

It's a wonder you survived
all these years.

Not so honourable, Gayle.
Not anymore.

You can't leave me here.

I didn't mean to kill her.

The booby trap was meant for you.

I thought you'd find it and disarm it.

It was the Magida case, wasn't it?

You humiliated me, A.J.

The company sent me to Zaire
after that one.

There is nothing in Zaire except Ebola,
for God's sake.

Why did you kill Chief Stroud?

Well, he was dying anyway.
He had cancer.

He had a couple of months.
I just used him to set you up.

Hell, half the country
applauds Kevorkian for what I did.

He's so loud,
we could have planted this mike

in Arlington and picked this up.

It'll never stand up in court,
you know?

It doesn't have to.

What would happen if the company
heard this tape, Clay?

They'd put a sweeper on him.

Osbourne would disappear faster
than a...

Than an Ethiopian chicken.

A.J.

Please.

Please tell me if this thing
can be disarmed!

Please!

- Did you get it?
- Every word, sir.

Mr. Webb?

Lt'll be heard
by the appropriate people, admiral.

Thank you, Mr. Webb.

How long do you think
he'll wait there, sir?

Not long. He'll try to disarm it,
but it can't be done.

I gotta see this.

Don't go down there, commander.

It is a training mine, isn't it, sir?

No!

It was a training mine.

Of course.

Why'd you stop me, sir?

To watch would be taking pleasure.
That's what he did.