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All eyes are on Washington today

as Marine Lieutenant
Colonel Ronald Vickers

is scheduled to appear
at his court hearing.

Colonel Vickers
has been accused of violating

- the Chemical Weapons Treaty
- Just a minute!

By providing the African country
of Algeria with nerve gas

used in attacks against the U.N.
Peacekeeping forces in Tunisia

last October.

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

The apparent...

- Yeah?
- Hamish Rabb Jr?

Harmon Rabb Jr.

Harmon. Sorry. Delivery for you.

Could you sign on number 23,
please?

Yeah.

Following in his father's footsteps
as a Naval aviator,

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb Jr.

Suffered a crash while landing
his Tomcat

on a storm-tossed carrier at sea.

Diagnosed with night blindness,

Harm transferred to the Navy's
Judge Advocate General Corps,

which investigates, defends
and prosecutes the law of the 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.

- Lose something, lieutenant?
- No, sir.

I'd like to see Commander Rabb
and Major MacKenzie

- in my office ASAP.
- Aye, aye, sir.

Victorian Romance
or Spring Splendour?

What?

Bud, I've been trying to get you
to look at these wedding invitations

for two weeks.
If I don't order by tomorrow,

they're not gonna get to the printers,
and we're not gonna have anything.

- Fine, the white ones.
- They're pearl.

Sorry.

You know what? It's not your fault.
It's my mother.

She's driving me nuts
with invitations and showers

and seating arrangements,
and I'm going crazy.

Maybe we should just elope.

That'd be so romantic.

First, my mother
would have a heart attack.

- You think so?
- That's not funny, Bud.

I'm sorry.

Can I speak with you
just for a moment?

Lieutenant?

Where are Rabb and MacKenzie?

I'm going to find them, sir.

I'll be right back.

I like Victorian Romance.

Don't you recognise me,
commander?

Let me give you a hint.

Special Agent Clark Palmer.

Surprise. Did you miss me?

Oh, yeah.

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

You have to be in my line of work.

Been bugging my place?

How long have you had me
under surveillance?

- Oh, long enough.
- Long enough for what?

Long enough to know
you got two overdue library books,

some serious issues
with your missing father,

and your love life sucks.

What do you want, Palmer?

You've got nothing I want, commander.
This isn't personal.

Not since Iran-Contra
has a military investigation

garnered this much
media attention.

- From Washington...
- Where's Rabb?

He hasn't shown up yet, sir.

You know Dwight Burgess
from Justice?

What's your take
on Colonel Vickers' attorney?

Gribaldi's a good lawyer, sir.

Knows the ins and outs of military law
as good as any JAG.

Do you have enough evidence
to go to trial?

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

Someone in
the Defense Security Division

convinced him to violate
the Chemical Weapons Treaty.

Well, DSD is
the Justice Department's problem.

With all due respect, admiral,
the DSD is our jurisdiction.

But this has become
everybody's problem.

Ever since the Cold War ended,

the DSD's become a refuge
for every diehard spook

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

Defense Security Division
does have a reputation

of protecting themselves
to the extreme.

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

That's what worries me, major.

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

A few months ago, they killed
a Marine pilot at Twentynine Palms.

Now this. Who knows what's next?

The Department of Justice
has been looking for a weak link

in the DSD for over a year.

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

So, what's your plan, major?

Well, until this, Colonel Vickers
had an exemplary career.

The man personifies honour.

But now he's got the blood
of four fellow Marines on his hands,

and it's tearing him up inside.

I think if I offer him
transactional immunity

and the chance to redeem himself,
he'll cooperate, sir.

Do it.

Where is that
big cookie sheet of yours?

Never mind. I got it.

The hell are you doing, Palmer?

"What the hell are you doing,
Palmer?

What the hell are you doing,
Palmer?"

You know,
you've got great enunciation.

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

I guess those
high-school theatre classes

weren't a waste of time after all.

What,
are you writing my biography?

Nope. Just getting to know you better,
commander.

Well, now that we know all about me,
let's hear your story.

I'm not important.

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

What, are you getting back at me
for Twentynine Palms?

Oh, please.

Spare me the psychobabble,
commander.

Unless, of course, you wanna talk
about your missing daddy.

What, no witty retort? Why is that?

Did I hit a nerve?

Tell me, how goes
the search for Papa Rabb?

You know, I hear he's living
very well outside of Kiev.

Or is it Smolensk?

Anyway, shame he never calls.

Go to hell.

Enter.

Sir, I checked the entire building.
Commander Rabb is not here.

I've tried calling him 20 times.

He's not answering his phone at home,
his cell phone or his pager.

I think the storm has knocked out
some local cell sites in the area.

And the Beltway, it's a parking lot.

- Lieutenant.
- Yes, sir?

Breathe, before you pass out
on my deck.

- Yes, sir.
- Good.

Now, have him see me
as soon as he arrives.

Aye, aye, sir.

Harriet.

I was wondering
if you could look at something

in Commander Rabb's office.

Commander Rabb's office?

Yeah. It's a...

I want your opinion
on a question of protocol.

Okay.

Is everything okay, Bud?

You're acting
a little weirder than usual.

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

Bud, I don't think
this is the time or the pla...

Are you gonna open it?

It's so...

Empty. It's empty.

There's... It's empty.

- It's not the Hope diamond, but...
- Oh, my...

- Can you believe it?
- It's great.

Mr. Gribaldi?

We need to talk.

It's okay.

- I'm listening.
- Transactional immunity

if the colonel gives me the names
of the others responsible,

all the information
he knows about this

and his agreement to testify
when the time comes.

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

- We'll get him in witness relocation.
- Oh, great.

That ought to buy him
an extra weekend.

- He'll never go for it.
- Ask him.

Bye.

- Colonel Vickers gonna bite?
- Gribaldi's gonna ask him.

- Bud, did you find Commander Rabb?
- No, ma'am.

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

Wish us luck, sir.

Break somebody's legs.

All right, Bud.
Let's get this over with.

Here's the deal:
They want you to give names...

Yeah...

All rise.

Ladies and gentlemen,

in light of the reporters
outside this building,

and for the sake of expediency,
I'd like to remind counsel

we're here today
for an Article 32 hearing, not a trial.

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

by the evidence
presented here today.

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

No, sir.

The government requests
a continuance until tomorrow morning.

On what grounds, major?

The lead counsel, Commander Rabb,
is not available, Your Honour.

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

without adding insult to injury
with these endless delays.

What endless delays?

I'm asking
for a 24-hour continuance.

- The prosecution is stalling.
- Counsellors.

Major MacKenzie,
as co-counsel on this case,

I'm sure you're capable
of handling this hearing yourself.

Yes, sir.

The government's motion
for continuance is denied, major.

Now, proceed
with your opening statement.

I don't care how you do it, Bud,
but find Harm and get him here ASAP.

All right, ma'am.

Keeping me here
is a waste of time, Palmer.

Major MacKenzie
can handle this case by herself.

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

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

Who said you won't show up?

You just won't be yourself
when you do.

- It's beautiful, Harriet.
- Yeah. Thank you.

- I'm so happy for you.
- Thanks.

But we are gonna miss you.

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

When they transfer you.

Married officers can't serve
in the same chain of command.

You know that, Harriet.

I'm the leader
of a CBIRF team, major.

Would you tell the court what
that acronym stands for, captain?

That's the Marine Corps' Chemical and
Biological Incident Response Force.

We're brought in
whenever there's an incident

involving chemical
and/or biological weapons.

Were you called
for the incident in Tunisia

- that occurred on October 7th, 1997?
- Yes, ma'am.

Please describe
what you found there.

It was pretty ugly, ma'am.

The peacekeepers set up
an emergency post

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

It took us 18 hours
to get to the hot zone,

and by then, another 40 or so people
had been exposed,

which in this attack was an agent
known as Soman nerve gas,

or GD for short.

And what happens to an individual
who's exposed to Soman nerve gas?

A small dose
causes headaches, nausea,

loss of vision and hallucinations.

The Red Cross workers
and Tunisian soldiers

who arrived on the scene before us

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

What about the U.S. Servicemen
and refugees

who were exposed to higher doses?

They weren't so lucky, major.

Soman attacks
the central nervous system.

It shuts down
the respiratory function.

Those people experienced
violent cramping, vomiting,

convulsions, and ultimately death.

In other words,
a cruel and painful death?

Yes, ma'am, very.

Objection.

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

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

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

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

Would you please tell the court
how the nerve gas

was delivered to the attack site?

It was delivered in 105 shells,

which had been modified to deliver
a binary nerve-gas system.

Is this the type of shell casing
we're talking about, captain?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Where were these manufactured?

Here, ma'am, in the U.S.A.

How was your nap, commander?

Wake up.

Who you working for
these days, Palmer?

DSD or the CIA?

Does Clayton Webb
know about this?

Webb? No.

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

That's why the company
has wet boys like you, huh?

Wet boys?

You've been reading
too many spy novels.

That's what they call assassins
these days, isn't it?

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

with an overactive imagination
and a love of juvenile catch phrases.

I prefer to think of myself
as a forensic artist.

I mean, any psycho can walk up
to some poor soul,

put a gun to the base of his skull
and blow his brains out his forehead.

But it takes true artistry

to have that same guy choke
on a hot dog at a baseball game

in front of 15,000 people.

Or suffer a stroke on the dance floor
at his daughter's wedding.

Now, you said
that these shells were modified.

Yes, ma'am.

They're hollow shells,
originally designed

to be packed
with propaganda leaflets.

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

No, ma'am.

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

that goes into something like this,
commander.

- It's still...
- Murder?

Yes, commander.
I know how you feel about such things.

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

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

Dress whites and moral conviction.

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

Don't compare yourself
to me, Palmer.

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

Do you even know
how many people you've killed?

I'm not keeping score.

Eighteen confirmed,
that I'm aware of.

- That's absurd.
- Is it?

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

You want me
to tell you about them?

Help jog your memory?

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

one Vietnamese emissary,
two Iraqi soldiers...

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

We manufacture Soman nerve gas,
don't we?

No, ma'am, not anymore.

- But we did at one time, did we not?
- Yes, ma'am.

In fact, we have tons of it stored at the
Tooele Army Depot in Utah, don't we?

- Objection, irrelevant.
- Sustained.

Have we not given nerve gas
to other countries, like Britain?

Yes, ma'am,
but for research purposes only.

That's the official designation.

But do you know for a fact
that we have never supplied

a foreign country
with nerve gas, captain?

- No, ma'am.
- Thank you. No further questions.

Captain.

Could these 105 shells
have been used

- with conventional warheads?
- Yes, sir.

The Chemical Warfare Treaty

prevents us from supplying
biochemical weapons to any country.

- Isn't that correct, captain?
- Yes, sir.

Do you have any way of knowing

where the Soman nerve gas
used in the attack originated?

- No, sir.
- So then,

the nerve gas could've been stolen
from a lab in the Middle East.

Or purchased on the Russian
black market for all we know, correct?

Yes, sir.
Those are both possible scenarios.

In fact, the Algerians
could've even manufactured

this nerve gas by themselves,
couldn't they?

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

No further questions.

Dr. Oh,
Captain Pasternak has just stated

that the Algerians could manufacture
their own nerve agent.

As a chemical engineer,
do you concur?

Yes, given the proper equipment
and supplies.

What sort of equipment
are we talking about?

The same sort of equipment
one requires

in the chemical manufacturing
of insecticides and herbicides.

- Bug spray and weed killer?
- Yes.

Roach spray is essentially
nerve gas for insects.

If you increase the concentration,

you've got a chemical agent
that's lethal to humans.

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

This is exactly
what we're talking about.

The government
would like to enter into evidence

an invoice
from the Department of Agriculture

for chemical-manufacturing
equipment

which was sold to Algeria,
designated as agricultural in nature,

but as we just established,
has a deadly dual purpose.

Thank you, Dr. Oh.
No further questions.

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

Sorry.

How are the wedding plans coming?

In a word? Horrible.
I don't think I can pull this off.

Sure you can.

You just need to stop thinking
like a bride

and start thinking like an ensign.

Sir?

Well, don't treat it
like some elaborate wedding.

Attack it, as if it were
a precision military operation.

Look...

Seating arrangements, right?
No. Battlefield plan.

Wedding-party table,
base of operations.

Friends of the bride, allies.

Uncle Larry and Aunt Grace
from Hoboken...

Enemies.

Very good.

Thank you, sir.

Cool.

Mr. Spratt, as undersecretary of
the Agricultural Development Alliance,

you authorised the sale
of this equipment to Algeria?

- Yes, I did.
- Why?

We're committed to helping
countries like Algeria

develop a solid agricultural base.

An adequate food supply
is the first step

towards economic
and political stability.

Herbicides and pesticides
play an important role in this process.

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

such as the development
of chemical weapons?

Of course, major.

That's why all such transactions
must be approved by the DSD.

- The Defense Security Division?
- Yes, ma'am.

And who specifically must authorise
the sale of this equipment?

Lieutenant Colonel Vickers.

The government would like
to introduce into evidence

a copy of a DSD approval
for the sale of this equipment

authorised
by Lieutenant Colonel Vickers.

Thank you, Mr. Spratt.
No further questions.

Undersecretary Spratt.

Have you ever met
Colonel Vickers before?

No.

Have you ever
talked to him on the phone?

No.

So, in fact, this piece of paper

is the only correspondence
that you have ever had?

- Yes.
- Could it not be a phoney?

Could someone not have forged
Colonel Vickers' signature?

- Objection.
- Overruled.

You may answer the question,
Mr. Spratt.

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

No further questions.

Dinner's ready.

Does the face ring a bell,
commander?

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

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

You said yourself,
I'm a master of disguise.

- I was being facetious.
- Well, don't you feel like an ass now?

- Kind of spooky, huh?
- You still don't have my voice.

Neither do you, since you came down
with that nasty flu bug

and spent the night in... emergency.

I hear they only use psychos
for this kind of work, Palmer.

So, what kind of a man
becomes an assassin?

I don't know.

What kind of man
becomes a lawyer, Rabb?

- The kind that believes in justice.
- I believe in justice.

I think we just have
a very different approach.

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

You're not understanding
the intricacies of global politics.

The new world order's
exactly like a giant chess game.

And sometimes you've gotta sacrifice
a pawn in order to save your king.

I say the DSD has become
an organisation of thugs.

But I feel sorry for you, Palmer.

You're so far over the edge,
you don't realise it,

but Vickers isn't the fall guy here,
you are.

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

You don't have the talent for it.

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

You think so?

Tell me, how's the big case
against the DSD

and the Bradenhurst Corporation
coming along?

The Justice Department
will get a conviction.

Not in your lifetime.

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

Enter.

Sir, I know you're busy,

but I was just wondering how
my wedding to Lieutenant Roberts

is going to affect
my duty here at JAG.

Well, as you know,

it is against regs for spouses to work
within the same chain of command,

so you will have to transfer back
to the inspector general's office.

Yes, sir.

However, your performance
has been outstanding.

So even though you'll be officially
working for the inspector general,

I'm gonna ask that you
be permanently assigned to this office.

- You can do that, sir?
- Admiral's privilege.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

Well, consider it
part of your wedding gift.

That'll be all.

You're gonna poison him?

Even you must see the irony,
commander.

Colonel Vickers is not the innocent
victim you'd like to believe.

He was handpicked for the DSD.

So you could manipulate him,
get him to sign off on your dirty deals?

It's a shame to have to kill him.
Good help's hard to find.

You're not gonna release
Soman nerve gas in the courtroom?

No.

Soman, sarin, VX2,
those are old-school.

This is the new kid on the block.

It's ten times more lethal,
virtually undetectable,

and best of all, no aftertaste.

You'll be exposed.

Don't worry about me, commander.
I eat right.

And I carry protection.

The prosecution calls
Corporal Cheryl Dupree.

Objection, Your Honour.

We all know
what happened in Tunisia,

and the major has already pointed out
the effects of the attack.

I do not understand

what Corporal Dupree's testimony
could possibly add.

Corporal Dupree is a victim
of the attack

who has to deal with the pain
and suffering every day.

I think we owe her the respect
to hear her testimony.

Overruled. Proceed, major.

What about the others
in the courtroom?

Hopefully their exposure
will be kept to a minimum.

Hopefully?

I'm not a mass murderer,
commander.

If I was, I'd simply fire a Dragon
into your JAG headquarters

and blow Vickers to hell,
along with everyone else,

and chalk it up as collateral damage.

That's not my style.

Oh, I forgot. You're an artiste.

What happened to you, Palmer?

What could possibly happen
to a person

to cause him to lose every shred
of human compassion?

Stay in Washington
a few more years.

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

I froze for a moment.

But then
my Marine training took over.

I raced out to grab
these two little refugee girls.

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

and my eyes started burning.

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

But I kept going.

All I could think about
was saving those two little girls.

But it didn't matter.

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

I'm in pain every day.

My husband can't touch me.

I can't even pick up
my 3-year-old son, Adam.

The gas burned out my tear ducts...

...so I can't even cry.

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

Got a case to try. Or rather, you do.

In fact, you're gonna
question Vickers so hard,

the poor man will die of a heart attack
right there in the courtroom.

Imagine the headlines.

"JAG Lawyer
Questions Man to Death."

And then you'll return home,
devastated by the day's events

and die in a freak fire.

Don't you think the coroner's
gonna wonder

about the restraints
on my hands and feet, Palmer?

By the time they put
this fire out, Rabb,

they'll be lucky to find your teeth.

This charge is set to go off
in eight hours.

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

And don't bother trying
to Houdini out of this,

because I've got a trigger
wired to this motion-sensor.

You may be wondering:

"If he's gonna kill me,
why doesn't he just shoot me?"

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

But don't worry.

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

you'll be in heaven
before you know it.

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

Well, that's comforting.

See you later, baby.

Does the government
have any more witnesses, major?

Yes, sir. The government calls
Colonel Vickers to the stand.

Your Honour,
I think counsel is confused.

She can't call the accused
to the stand.

I wanna hear Colonel Vickers
tell the court that he's not responsible

for what happened
to Corporal Dupree.

Your Honour, this is outrageous.

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

- I'll do it, Your Honour.
- Sit down.

I don't take orders from civilians.

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

- You don't have to, colonel.
- I understand, admiral.

If it pleases the court,
I'd like to take the stand.

Your Honour, as defence counsel,
I cannot allow this to happen.

Colonel Vickers, if you take the stand
and make a statement,

you will also be subject to
cross-examination by the prosecution.

- I understand, sir.
- Take the Fifth.

You can take the Fifth. Take it.

Commander, it's me, Bud.
Are you in there?

Commander?

The United States has become
the world's protector.

We help those
who can't help themselves.

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

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

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

hopefully as a deterrent
to their enemies.

Now, my assignment with
the Defense Security Division

was foreign military sales.

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

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

But I swear to this court,

to Corporal Dupree,
and to all the other victims,

that I would have never ever
approved the sale

of any weapons,
chemical or otherwise,

if I thought for a moment that they
might be used against any Americans.

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

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

I'm sorry.

Your witness, major.

Would you approve
the sale of weapons

if you didn't think
they'd be used against Americans?

- I just said that I wouldn't, major.
- No, sir.

You said you would not allow
the sale of weapons

that might be used
against Americans.

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

What if someone in
the Defense Security Division said:

"Hey, it's okay.

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

Would you look the other way
and approve it then?

Objection. Calls for speculation.

- Overruled.
- Colonel?

Commander.
Commander, are you all right?

Sir?

Bud, there's a bomb running
through a motion sensor

that's plugged into the wall socket.

- Pull it out.
- What?

Behind you. Follow the wire. Hurry.

Freeze.

- Rabb, my office, now.
- I'm late for court, admiral.

I'm aware of that, commander.

- Major MacKenzie, sir...
- Now, Rabb.

Colonel, you admit
you approved the sale

of the 105 howitzers to the
Algerians who launched the attack?

I approved the sales, yes.

And you approved the sale
of several hundred 105 artillery shells

which were used
to launch the nerve gas?

Yes.

And you approved the sale of
chemical-manufacturing equipment?

- No.
- No?

Well, you signed the approval.

- This is your signature, isn't it?
- Looks like mine.

I'll take that as a yes, sir.

So within a period
of less than a month,

you approved the sale of everything
the Algerians needed

to make a nerve-gas weapon and
launch it against our peacekeepers?

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

If you thought they'd be used
against Americans.

I know, colonel. But you did.

Somebody call the bomb squad!
Help!

Save your breath, Bud.
Nobody can hear you.

Look, we're gonna be all right,

just so long as we don't move
and trip the motion sensor.

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

What are we gonna do
until then, sir?

We are not gonna move, Bud.

Okay, sir, I'm trying.

Does anybody know you're here?

Major MacKenzie.
She sent me to find you.

- Who did this, sir?
- Special Agent Clark Palmer.

Man, I really hate that guy.

Me too.
Don't move your head, Bud.

- What?
- I'm getting a charley horse, sir.

Don't you dare move, lieutenant.
That's an order.

Aye, sir.

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

You know this area
better than anyone.

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

- So how did it?
- I don't know, major.

If you overlook something

or mistakenly approve something
that you shouldn't have,

then it's a tragic mistake,

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

- But if this wasn't an accident...
- Objection.

Is the major going
to ask a question?

Sustained.

- Major, do you have a question?
- Yes, Your Honour.

Then please ask it.

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

the acquisition
of chemical weapons?

- Yes.
- What is it?

- Imprisonment.
- Life imprisonment.

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

it's the death penalty, sir.

Sir, I spent the night
in the emergency room.

I had an allergic reaction
to some antibiotics I was taking.

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

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

You gonna be all right?

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

- Well, you still should've called.
- Well, sir,

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

I came here directly from the hospital
when they wore off.

How is the major doing, sir?

From what I understand,
she's holding her own.

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

Dismissed.

Commander, General Trenton
called this morning

wanting to know
about the Hirsch case.

Wants to know what our position is.

The Hirsch case, sir?

Captain Joe Hirsch,
Marine Harrier pilot.

We're charging him
with Article 111, sir.

Doesn't matter if it was
cough syrup or draught beer,

he was intoxicated
while operating an aircraft.

As you were.

Colonel, I know what the Marine
code of honour means to you.

I know that you
would lay down your life

to protect the principles
by which you live.

And I would like to believe
that a Marine of your character

would not knowingly sell
chemical weapons

to Algeria or anyone else.

But it happened.

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

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

Four Marines
and 37 others are dead,

either because of what you did
or because of what you didn't do.

I'm asking you as a man,
as an American, as a Marine,

were the Algerians allowed to
develop a chemical-weapons system?

And if so, under whose authority?

I'm not asking
for a confession, colonel.

I'm offering you
one last chance at redemption.

Yes.

We afforded them
the equipment they needed.

Move!

- Got it.
- All right. Good, Bud.

Cut me out of here. Hurry up.

- What about the bomb?
- What about it?

I'm not gonna defuse it,
and I'm certainly not taking it with us.

We'll call the bomb squad
from the car.

Where the hell have you been?

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

- You look terrible.
- I'm fine.

I got him, Harm.

Vickers confessed to helping the
Algerians acquire chemical weapons.

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

Well, I got here just in time, then.

Major, is the government
ready to proceed?

- We are, Your Honour.
- What are you doing?

- I have the smoking gun.
- What smoking gun?

What does a colonel
make these days?

- Not enough.
- Really?

According to your bank account,
you have almost $300,000, colonel.

Yeah. I wish.

- Let me finish.
- Back off, Sarah.

The government
would like to enter into evidence

financial records of
a Cayman Island bank account

belonging
to Lieutenant Colonel Vickers.

Objection.

Your Honour, this is evidence
that has not been disclosed.

That's because
it was just uncovered

less than 20 minutes ago,
Your Honour.

Overruled. I'll allow it.

Were you selling American-made
weapons under the table, colonel?

No.

How do you explain
this bank account, then?

It must be some sort of mistake.

Really?

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

Sir, this is a restricted area.
You'll have to turn around.

I'm Commander Rabb.
I'm supposed to be in there.

Commander Rabb
is already in court, sir.

But he's not Commander Rabb.
He's Commander Rabb.

He is in a disguise that he made.

He drugged him
and made a mould of his face, and...

Bud. Let me speak
to Admiral Chegwidden.

He also is in court, sir.

Out of my way, staff sergeant.
That's an order.

DSD had nothing to do
with this one, did it, colonel?

You were the lone gunman
on this job.

No, that's not true.

What the hell is Rabb doing?

You sold the Algerians
chemical weapons for cash.

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

- Your greed.
- Objection.

Your Honour, the prosecution
is badgering the witness.

Sustained.

Sir, wait right here until I get someone
to straighten this out.

Okay.

Go! Go!

The court will take
a 20-minute recess.

It's gas! Everybody
get the hell out of here!

My office.

Seal off this courtroom.

Call the CBIRF team.
Get the respirator in here.

Aye, sir.

Bag him.

Yes, sir.

One, two, three.
Somebody go after Rabb.

Commander Rabb didn't do it, sir.

Palmer disguised himself as Harm
in order to kill Colonel Vickers.

Commander Rabb, you all right, sir?

I'm fine, corporal.

Detain this man,
call the civil authorities.

Aye, sir.

In here. Let's go.

Four, five. Come on, colonel.

One, two...

- Let's get him to the brig.
- Hold it. Hold it.

All right, get him on his feet.

Five.

Two, three, four, five.

One, two...

He's breathing.

- What's that for?
- I wanted to make sure it was you.

One Harmon Rabb
in my life is enough.

More than enough.

Well, thank you, admiral.