All language subtitles for JAG - 05x25 - Surface Warfare-eng

We're ready to go to shore, skipper.

You sure about that?
You boys are gonna miss Navy grub.

We're Marines. We eat sand.

- Launch them.
- Aye, aye, sir.

Bridge, TAO.
RPV target aircraft has been launched.

Request batteries released.

Permission granted.
Release batteries.

- Release batteries.
- Release batteries, aye.

- 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 around again?

H-Hour plus three.

Negative. Tell local control panel
to release batteries.

LCP, take control.
Release batteries.

Release batteries, aye, sir.

- I have recommend fire, sir.
- Then do it, Roberts.

- Cease fire.
- Weapons, cease fire.

Cease fire, aye, sir.

What happened?

"I cannot tell you
how honoured I am..."

That makes him sound inarticulate.
Like, why can't he tell them?

Come on.

"It is with great humility
I accept this honour that..."

Wimpy.

Admiral Chegwidden is not wimpy.

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

Is there something the matter, dear?

This dress makes 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 waggon? 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 accompany
the guest of honour

to the Surface Warfare Ball
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 CIWS 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 amtrac 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.

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

And I can start preparing it
just in case.

Well, sir, I've already finished a brief
on the Hernandez appeal,

and Lieutenant Singer 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.

Tower,
Nighthawk 04 reporting final.

Zero four,
you are clear to land on Spot 5.

Roger that. Spot 5.

Welcome aboard the Wake Island, sir.
Right this way.

- 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
no-engage sectors, Bud, but I didn't.

Maybe I did.

They haven't even
done an investigation yet.

Why are you in the brig?

I told the XO
I didn't do anything wrong.

A little too loud, I guess.

Captain's mast. He gave me bread
and water three days.

Dad was right about me.
I can't do anything right.

Mikey, that's not true.

I wouldn't believe
what Dad said about anybody.

Well, you got away from him.
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.

The captain busted me
back down to seaman.

I'll probably go
all the way to apprentice.

I'll just do my time,
and I'll do the Navy a favour,

and I'll leave.

So are you taking Renee?

Yeah. You know,
she cancelled her trip to Hollywood.

Said she can hobnob
with movie stars any time,

but something
called Surface Warfare Ball

is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

- How about you?
- Oh, I'm going stag.

Yeah, when you're dating someone
10,000 miles away.

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

He's lieutenant commander,
assigned to the Joint Chiefs.

You ought to take her up on that.
You get an escort

and help your career
at 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.

B- 1 crew, pull out a chain
on Hangar Bay 2.

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,

practising knocking down
incoming missiles.

- It was really cool, sir.
- I guess it was, up to a point.

I saw your brother dial in
the no-engage sectors.

Just like he was supposed to.

Yeah, now what exactly
are those, seaman?

They block the gun from firing
in a certain direction, sir.

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

People were pretty upset
after the mishap.

The Marines were looking
for a scalp.

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,

and the no-engage sector
was set right.

From 170 to 210.
Relative to the orientation of the ship.

That's where the Marine amtracs
were supposed to be.

So it wasn't his fault?

Sir, maybe he realised 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 amtrac was supposed
to be in the no-engage sector.

What if it wasn't?

Then, lieutenant,

you're gonna have to
tell it to the Marines.

We were heading toward shore,

getting pushed around pretty good
by the current.

And I looked out the window.
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 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?
Amtrac doesn't have radar, does it?

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

Well, you were 2 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 amtracs, sir.

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

At ease.

Lieutenant,
is this a safety investigation?

- No, sir.
- A JAGMAN investigation?

No, sir. Actually, it's unofficial.

Don't they give you enough work
in the JAG Corps to keep you busy?

Yes, sir, it's just...

Well, my brother
is Seaman Mike Roberts, sir.

The sailor that almost killed
Lance Corporal Sheets.

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 amtrac

was in the correct position.

I spoke with the wave guide officer,
who said they had to correct course.

Did he? You're not trying
to weasel your brother out of trouble

by blaming the men
he endangered, are you?

I'm trying to establish if there might be
a contributing factor to the mishap.

There wasn't.

And this unofficial investigation is over,
lieutenant.

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.

Am I?

Dr. Walden has this idea

that we should meet before the ball
and go in together.

That'll be a good idea, sir.
It'll be like a military escort for you.

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

Are we friends here?

Well, I'd like to think so, sir.

I didn't think friends
call each other "sir."

Well, adding a woman to your life
certainly raises new questions,

doesn't it, admiral?

Couple of guys talking about women.

You think
that's what she had in mind?

Sir, the Wake Island's X O
is on Line 1.

Chegwidden.

That's right. What about him?

What?

All right, thanks for letting me know.

Is there a problem, sir?

Lieutenant Roberts apparently
got a little over-enthusiastic

in his brother's defence.

Did you bring any cold cuts?

Forty-six recovery complete.
Let her down for a six-point launch.

Welcome aboard the Wake Island,
colonel. Waiting for you in the brig.

Lead the way.

Thank you.

- 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?

The Marine commander felt I was
conducting my investigation

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?

Why not? I shouldn't have been
a fire controlman.

I should have been
a Navy court jester.

It's our father. 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 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,
then smear them with the blame.

Colonel, I know Lieutenant Roberts.

I'm sure 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.

We're getting pressure
from Washington

to make this exercise work,
with a 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 gonna get into,
colonel?

Not this ridiculous investigation

into whether an amtrac
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 honour you have seen fit..."

Makes me sound like a wimp.

Do you think so, sir?

- This is all he wrote before he left?
- Yes, sir.

- Has he e-mailed 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,
since 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.

- 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 JAG.

With your help.

Will she make you vice-JAG?

Try to get along.

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

Oh, if I live that long.

Do you think
she knows where I live?

Where do you wanna go to lunch?

Well, there's that
new Japanese-Norwegian fusion place

in Southeast D. C... What?

What are they gonna serve?
Raw reindeer meat?

- Yeah, maybe.
- Sir. Ma'am.

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 she's 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.

- You want any bread with that?
- No, no.

I got it in Key West.
You think Jennifer will like it?

You're still buying presents
for that girl?

That must have been some leave,
man.

She's a great girl, Mikey.

And 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.

Well, I'll take some of theirs, then.

We split it equally
at the start of each meal.

You want dessert?
We got lemon Jell-O.

Come on, man,
you heard the colonel.

- It ain't worth it.
- Damn squids.

Hey, Roberts.
You should have aimed a little higher.

Zodiac off the port quarter, captain,
800 yards.

- It's protesters again.
- Put a boat in. Warn them away.

Aye, aye, sir.

Good afternoon, sir.

- Trouble?
- Politics, so 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 Marine role in the mishap
as far as he could.

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

but it appears his brother
has some serious dereliction of duty

to answer for.

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

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 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 some mistake
in programming a weapon.

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

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

since the Civil War.

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

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

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

I saw the Puerto Rican governor
on 60 Minutes.

He suggested Martha's Vineyard

as an alternative site
for live-fire training.

Well, at least he's been able
to keep his sense of humour.

Since that 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 Vieques

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?
- We all want a full, fair investigation.

I'm a little disturbed
at how far afield you're going.

- Are you saying she's the problem?
- Colonel, captain, I'm sure...

There's a chain of command
for handling things.

A proper chain would show respect
for the men who were shot at.

- I never intend...
- And for authority.

Are things hitting a little too close
to home, skipper?

If you would only
make your people available...

- This conversation...
- Is over.

Joint Strike 5,
we have a target for you.

Bunker grid 17 lima, over.

Roger. This is Quick Strike.
We're on it.

Tower, Hawkeye 07, reporting final.

Zero seven, you are cleared
to land on Spot 3.

Roger that. Spot 3.

Welcome aboard the Wake Island,
commander. Right this way.

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

Sorry you 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 speech.

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.

As I understand it,
your brother messed up the settings

of a gun that fires 6,000 rounds
a minute,

and it almost sank
an amphibious track vehicle

with 15 Marines onboard.

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

that he messed up the setting.

A fire controlman apprentice
that he was training

saw him set it correctly.

His lead petty officer inspected it
after the mishap

and found that it was set correctly.

The skipper authorised the firing
without taking 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 because the skipper
didn't order the target drone

to go 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, this is Lieutenant Roberts.
- Ship to shore, sir.

Go ahead.

- Hey, sweetie, it's me.
- Harriet.

Hi. I'm with Commander Rabb
and Colonel MacKenzie.

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 Slut" or something like that?

- I'm not sure.
- Anyway, she got the dress

Madonna wore. It is so great.

Well, Harriet,
I don't know if we can afford...

No, no, it's free. It's totally free.

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?

Lieutenant Turner,
report to the flight deck.

Lieutenant Turner,
report to the flight deck.

So Admiral Chegwidden apologises

for any improper intrusion
by members of his staff.

I've spoken to both of them.

I've also been asking questions
about the mishap.

- You too?
- Yes, sir.

It seems there's been
a series of mishaps.

First the remote control CIWS panel
abruptly malfunctions,

and then the local control panel
malfunctioned.

And, captain, 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
what 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.

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 core 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 U.S.S. Wake Island.

Remove yourselves
from the vicinity.

You are interfering
with Navy operations.

Remove yourselves
from the vicinity now.

Still coming, sir.

- Come right ten degrees.
- Aye, aye, sir.

- Come right. Steer course 105.
- Coming right 105, aye.

Still heading towards us, sir.

If they're trying to ram us,

they aren't very good at physics,
are they?

They're looking for an incident
that'll make headlines, captain.

Sound collision alarm.
I can't see them.

Sir, forward watch reports a collision.
People in the water.

About ten minutes, sir.

Thank you.

- Tiner.
- 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. Pretend you two
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 honoured.

Deputy CNO turned down
the honour.

Had a prior commitment in Italy.
Probably had 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 sick bay.
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're 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 percent of it.

There's an elementary school 8 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 moon, Miss Duke.

Unfortunately,
there is a price to freedom.

- There's got to be a better place.
- That's what the Puerto Ricans said.

Maybe you wanna 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 plan.

You one of those
Navy mind readers?

You thought these exercises
would already be cancelled, 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 e-mail portals.

So this problem we had
with the gun?

That was us.

No, it's not a problem at all.
I'm serious.

Yeah, if you want me to, I will. I will.

Things are kind of slow.
I could probably meet you at 5.

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

Did you get promoted
while I was in the head?

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

Dr. Walden's on Line 3.
She asked to speak to you.

Petty Officer Tiner.

He should be back in 24 hours,
ma'am.

Yes, ma'am, I will.

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

Tiger 5, looks like they've popped
the red smoke.

- This exercise is history.
- I copy that.

Well deck is flooded.

Prepare to recover
incoming amtracs.

Clear flight deck of all nonessential
personnel and equipment.

Welcome aboard the Wake Island,
admiral.

Right this way.

- Is the SECNAV here?
- Yes, sir.

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

Webb, what are you doing here?

- I didn't know you'd come aboard.
- That's the way we like it.

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

A petty officer third class
misfired a CIWS gun at some Marines.

Which prompted his brother
to come out here

and take a different kind of shot
at the Marines.

Which led
to Colonel MacKenzie coming out

and taking a crack at the Navy.

Which led to Commander Rabb's
coming out here to calm things down.

And as long as he was already here,

he decided
to make a recommendation

that all the ships and planes
and Marines and sailors embarked

on this very important exercise
stand down and go home.

Did I miss anything?

We received a credible claim
from one of the protest leaders

that they'd hacked
into the ship's computer system

and caused the CIWS mishap.

Which means that my brother
didn't do anything wrong.

At this point, if I may,
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 continue 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 Vieques,

and it's taken flak for it.

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

Just wondering.

Sir, I'm responsible
for the safety of this ship.

I endorse a stand-down while
we investigate the protester's claim.

- Then they win.
- If the ship blows up, they really win.

Commander Rabb
has done us all an enormous service

by uncovering the situation.

Unless she lied.

- Who lied?
- The protester, sir.

Their goal is to make us go away.

Tampering with the computer system
will do that.

So will making us think

they've tampered
with the ship's computer system.

She knew about the CIWS 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 gonna wanna go back
to Puerto Rico.

Which is gonna make
the Puerto Ricans unhappy.

Which would make
the Cubans very happy.

- You think this is a Cuban plot?
- I'm saying we wanna find out.

- Well, 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.

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 proceed.

So we have to hope one of my men
made a bad mistake,

and is either too dumb to realise it,
or is lying about it?

Couple of you
can scoot right in here.

Excuse me, sir.

Just walk us
through everything you did

on the day of the mishap,
Seaman Roberts.

I was sitting here. About an hour
before the target drill was due,

I got an order relayed from the captain,
sir, to set no-engage sectors.

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, but that day,
we were worried about the Marines.

They'd be coming out of the stern.
I set a no-engage sector

between 170 and 210, sir.

You're sure you entered
relative bearing, not true?

Yes, sir. I even had my apprentice,
Seaman Schofield, double-check me.

That's the way it was set
when it 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.

And Seaman Schofield.

Did you leave here at any time

between setting no-engage sectors
and when the drone showed up?

To the head for five minutes,

but well in advance
of the drone's arrival.

Did you leave the room after 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 Seaman Schofield.

Staying in touch with your friends
back home, Seaman Schofield?

As you were.

E-mail.

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 liberty.

- Sir?
- Oh, your friend Mikey

says you've been talking
about her a lot,

and buying her presents.

Is she from your hometown?

I knew her from high school, sir.
Haven't seen her for awhile.

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 interests, Seaman Schofield?

If she's one of the protesters,
we're gonna 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.

- Were 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 sleeve.

- 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.

They're going in
to soften up defences.

In 37 minutes, we start 5-inch guns
from three cruisers.

Then the Marines go ashore from us
and the Palo Alto,

accompanied by CIWS fire,

with Petty Officer 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 postmortem 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.
- Well, 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.

It's not stolen. Abandoned.

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

"I have your dress
from the 'Like a Harlot' video.

Will be pleased to return it
upon your request."

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

Well, is that our problem?

- Counsellor?
- Kosher.

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 join
the Surface Warfare community,

one of the finest fighting organisations
on this planet

when you finally got tired of me
and kicked me out"?

It's a little humour, sir.
People like that.

Rabb 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 t...
I forget.

I used to go out
with a divorced anaesthesiologist.

Least I knew where to find him.

- Exactly.
- Good evening.

I was about to dump you
for the bartender.

- Yeah, well, I already did.
- Oh, really?

- Harriet.
- It's okay, Bud. They said it was.

It's not okay.

It's great.

- Can we go in now?
- Loren.

Plan B. Alfred.

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

Let's go.

May I have the honour

of escorting you in?

- Mic, what are you doing here?
- I reserved my commission, Sarah.

I moved to Washington.

To be near the woman I love.

Chitchat later, Brumby.
We're going in.