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How many Naval legal-service offices
are there in the world, Papa?

Fifteen.

And of those 15,

how did you decide to visit the office
in Gaeta for your inspection?

I hadn't been here in a while.

Are you aware, admiral,
that your only daughter lives in Milano,

a city which can be reached
from Gaeta

in three hours on the autostrada?

What do they call it when a witness
does not answer the question, Papa?

Non-responsive, daughter.

Non-responsive.
This is what you are, Papa.

You are non-responsive.

We both know that you arranged
this inspection to visit me.

Harm and Mac are here
for a court-martial.

Oh, really?

An American Navy warrant officer
named Ray Dillard

stole five Stinger missiles
to sell to Afghanistan.

It's a case
with profound diplomatic implications.

I like your hair. Marry me.

This will just take a minute.

Stand at attention.

What ship are you from, sailor?

Show me an ID card.

- What's happening? Papa! Papa!
- Francesca.

Admiral Chegwidden?
Sergente Giovanni Cade.

Is there any word of my daughter?

No, sir.

We found the VW van abandoned
six blocks from here.

Three eyewitnesses
saw the kidnappers get out of the van

with the girl.

They got into a burnt-orange Mercedes
with a dent in the left front bumper

and they drove away.

Was Francesca hurt?

- She did not seem to be.
- Thank God.

Perhaps the men who took her
were American sailors

with a grudge against you, admiral.

No, no, no, they weren't Americans,
and they weren't sailors.

Wrong shoes,
wrong haircuts, no IDs.

They knew who we were
and how I'd react.

They were waiting for us, sergeant.

Francesca's stepfather, Vittorio Paretti,
is a very wealthy man.

- Maybe they grabbed her for ransom.
- In Italy that is always possible, major.

Sir, maybe we should go
to the hospital.

I'm fine, lieutenant.
I wanna talk to Dillard.

Admiral, if I may ask,
who is this Dillard?

I'm representing
Chief Warrant Officer Dillard

in a court-martial.

He's on trial
for stealing Stinger missiles

and attempting to sell them
to Afghanistan.

And the major
is the prosecuting attorney.

So you think that the Afghanis
have taken the admiral's daughter

to trade in exchange
for this warrant officer's silence

or his freedom?

- Well, it's definitely a possibility.
- It's the only possibility.

Sir, this is
Chief Warrant Officer Dillard.

At ease.

Gunner, the admiral
would like to ask you some questions.

- Yes, sir.
- Before he can do that,

you will need to waive your Article 31
rights against self-incrimination.

What's your advice, commander?

The admiral
wants to ask you questions

concerning the disappearance
of his daughter, Francesca.

If you admit guilt or complicity
in her abduction,

that makes you an accessory
to kidnapping.

So my advice to you
would be to invoke those rights.

- I'll grant him immunity.
- On all charges, sir?

Just on new offences discovered,

if he helps secure the release
of Francesca.

- Who took my daughter?
- I swear, sir, I don't know.

You can safely answer the question.

- I just did, sir.
- I'm asking you again.

- Who took my daughter?
- Why are you sure I'm a part of this?

- Because you have the most to gain.
- No, sir, the Afghan rebels do.

If they wanna ensure my silence
and they took Francesca,

they've secured
a bargaining chip, sir.

Who's your contact in Afghanistan?

Lieutenant, go down to the wardroom
and get me a cup of decaf.

Yes, sir. Decaf?

Sugar, nondairy creamer.

Gunner, you may wanna
rethink that position.

The admiral's offer of immunity
is in your best interest.

Let me consider my options, sir.

If you save the admiral's daughter,

you're looking at a lot less prison time,
gunner.

I hope you get your daughter back,
admiral.

I really do.

You'd better pray I do.

You handled that well, commander.

You're within your rights
to file a motion for unlawful command.

I'd prefer not to do that, sir.

It's not about preference,
it's about duty.

No one, including myself,
is above the rule of the law.

- Admiral, I had them make it fresh.
- I don't drink decaf.

Thanks, Bud.

I should have been able
to protect her.

Sir, you had no way of knowing
what was gonna happen.

Let me ask you something, lieutenant.
What's more important?

Dressing down a couple of sailors
or spending time with my daughter?

Admiral,
you can't blame yourself, sir.

- Where are you going, sir?
- Into the past.

Francesca told me you were in Italy,

but I did not expect to see you, A.J.

Or is it "admiral"?

Can we speak in private, please?

You can do no wrong
in my daughter's eyes.

But don't think
that you can suddenly show up here

and expect to be part of her life.

Marcella,
Francesca has been abducted.

- When?
- This morning, in Gaeta.

Why did you wait to tell me?

Your husband was notified
four hours ago.

Vittorio said nothing.

You were with her?

I believe the kidnapping
may be related

to a court-martial
that begins tomorrow.

She's my daughter, A.J. She's mine.

I kept her safe for 26 years.

And now you come here,
and in one day, she's gone?

That's what I hated about you,
the violence.

- Leave your trail of blood behind you.
- I was a Navy SEAL.

It's dirty work.
You knew that when you married me.

No, I knew that you looked splendid
in your dress whites

and that you had a good heart.

- Vietnam changed you.
- It changed everybody.

You are Francesca's admiral?

- I'm her father.
- Of course. Vittorio Paretti.

- Have you any word of her?
- No.

No one has contacted me.

We can talk in my study.

Do you know what this is about?

I think it has something to do
with the theft of Stinger missiles.

I see. I have contacted my bankers.

There is a million dollars cash
waiting day or night.

I am willing to give everything I have
to get her back.

Are you willing to do the same?

The kidnappers may want something

the United States government's
unwilling to give.

I did not ask about the government,
admiral, I asked about you.

What are you willing to give?

On my way out in the ship's launch,
it occurred to me:

Nothing has changed here
in 2000 years,

not since Cicero was in Gaeta.

- I'll explain it to you.
- Very famous, full of ships.

They teach Italian naval history
at the academy.

Yeah. Bravo.

- I spoke with Francesca's father...
- Stepfather.

- At his office in Naples again
this morning.

No one has approached him.

- There is no ransom demand.
- It's not about money, sergeant.

I'm confused, commander.

No offer by the Afghan rebels
to trade Francesca Paretti's life

for Warrant Officer Dillard's freedom
from prosecution?

Not yet.

Then why was Signorina Paretti
abducted?

Writing about the world of high fashion
does not make Francesca dangerous.

Well, that seems to be the question.

Who knew you were in Gaeta,
admiral?

Who knew what your plans
with Francesca were?

It had to be someone close to you
or to her.

Just what are you saying, sergeant?

I have only questions,
Major MacKenzie,

not answers.

- What the hell is it with that guy?
- He's just doing his job, sir.

Well, it loses something
in the translation.

Wardroom, Lieutenant Roberts.

Admiral, it's for you. It's Mrs. Paretti.

Marcella?

Sure.

Sure, say about an hour?

Yeah, that'll be fine.

Okay, bye.

Commander,
I want you and the lieutenant

to personally escort Dillard
from the Belknap to the courtroom.

- Yes, sir.
- Do not let him out of your sight.

Major, once he's in the courtroom,
I want you to nail his ass to the wall.

Be my pleasure, sir.

- How do I get out of this, sir?
- Help us find Francesca's kidnappers.

It's covered under
attorney-client privilege, gunner.

Maybe we can work something out
on the other charges.

Commander,

I don't know who took her
or what they want.

You have to believe me.

Well, I believe you're between a rock
and a hard place, gunner.

You may not know
who the kidnappers are for sure,

but you do possess information
that could lead us to them.

Help me find a way out of this.

I can probably
get you a reduced sentence,

but you're gonna have to take
some responsibility for what you did.

I asked you to come here
to beg your forgiveness.

- I am sorry.
- There's no need.

Allow me my guilt, A.J.

An occasional confession, you know,
is good for the soul.

It cleanses.

I...

I know that you love Francesca
as much as I do

and that you did everything possible
to protect her,

and that you would do anything
to get her back.

Well, maybe we should start over.

It's a little late for that, A.J.

I meant this visit.

Marcella, I want you to tell me
everything you know about Francesca:

Who her friends are,
how she spends her time.

Is there any reason
someone might have taken her

or wanna hurt her?

Is there a man in her life?

Yes.

Well, at least there was
until she broke up with him a year ago.

But I never met her lover.

And she never said anything to you
about him?

Francesca keeps things to herself.

In that way, she reminds me of you.

Marcella, I need you to take me
to Francesca's apartment in Milan.

I need to see how she lives.

You've done very well for yourself,
Marcella.

So have you, admiral.

Prosecution will prove

that Chief Warrant Officer
Raymond Dillard,

in his capacity as ordnance officer
for the Sixth Fleet,

is guilty of the following violations
of the UCMJ:

Article 121, the wrongful taking
of five Stinger missiles

which were military property.

Article108, the attempted sale
of the Stinger missiles

to a foreign power,
in this case, Afghan rebels.

Article 106-Alpha,

espionage by providing
the above-stated weapons.

Your Honour,
may I confer with my client, sir?

Briefly.

Prosecution has you dead to rights,
gunner.

My job is to assure
the best outcome possible

considering the circumstances.

I can delay the proceedings
if you wanna try for a plea bargain.

How do we know
the offer's still open?

Your Honour, I need to confer
with trial counsel, sir.

- Make it quick, counsellor.
- Thank you.

You still open to a plea bargain?

Now is the best time to get a deal,
before I nail his butt to the wall.

You wanna try to make a deal?

Not just yet, sir.

Let's see how today goes in court.

She took this apartment a year ago.
I didn't approve.

How did you know
that would be there?

I didn't.

Then why did you go
right for the drawer?

Years ago, I defended a Navy chief
who was a safecracker in civilian life.

One time he told me,
"Whatever you wanna know

gets hidden right here."

Combination to a safe,

phone number
of your husband's mistress...

Or a photograph
that you don't want anyone to see.

Looks like she's got your temper.

I remember
when you tore my picture in half.

I don't know his name.

Francesca met him at university.

He was a history major
and the love of her life.

Well, why didn't she
bring him home?

She thought that Vittorio and I
would not approve of him.

- Why?
- I don't know, A.J.

Her friends were always welcome
at our house.

- Her diary.
- Why did she stop seeing him?

Francesca said that they had...

I don't know.
How do you say it in English?

- Irresponsible difference.
- Irreconcilable?

Yes, I'm sorry.
My English is a little rusty.

My Italian's a little rusty.
You wanna?

Okay.

"Today was the fall showing
of Paulo D'affil-Meyer.

His creations were raw-edged,
as usual.

So tensile, so..." What is the word?
"...muscular.

Tomorrow I drive to Gaeta
to spend the day with my father.

My real father, the admiral,

not the man who raised me
and gave me his name.

I love them both.

I have a deep connection
to my American father.

That surprises me.

I have only known him a few years,
but I feel I have known him all my life.

That's the way I felt about Luscino.

The year I spent in his arms
was the happiest time of my life.

Leaving him broke my heart.

I wonder if it was like that
for my mother.

I sometimes wonder why the admiral
and my mother

ended their marriage so early
and abruptly.

They are a good fit.

I know my mother still cares
for him."

- You never found another wife?
- No.

I cured you of marriage, eh?

Pretty much.

I sometimes wonder
what would have happened

if I had stayed with you.

Well, you'd be living in a cabin
in the woods,

married to a man who's never home.

Not much difference
than the way it is now.

Really?

My house would fit
in your front hallway.

Vittorio.

Oh, I'm so sorry.
Did you find out anything?

I know only what you know.
Perhaps less.

Signore Paretti,
I asked your wife's permission

to look through
Francesca's apartment.

And what did you find?

There is nothing of interest there,
Vittorio, at least not for now.

Just mostly notes Francesca made
of the fall fashions.

She brings her work home with her.
I wonder what else she brings home.

He is a stupid and loathsome man.

Tell him to get out of this house.

Don't make this harder
than it has to be, Francesca, eh?

- End it now, Luscino.
- I can't, Francesca. It's gone too far.

There has been too much killing.

There's a lot at stake, Francesca.

What do you want from me?

I'm trading you
for a truckload of oranges.

I won't hurt you.

What you are doing to my family
is wrong.

No one needs to die, Francesca,
not if everyone does as they are told.

And that includes you.

If you try to leave this cabin,

I cannot guarantee your safety
or that of your family.

Stay here

and you will see them again.

You have my word.

Well, you had your day in court,
gunner.

- So, what do you think?
- Get in touch with Major MacKenzie.

I'll give her the name
of the middlemen in Italy

and the buyers in Afghanistan.

That's a wise choice, gunner.

- Why'd you do it?
- Love.

Love?

That's why I did it.

I met Leila sitting on the steps
of the San Giovanni a Mare.

How'd you contact the Afghanis?

Leila is Afghani.

She put me in touch
with their embassy.

How'd you arrange
to have the missiles stolen?

Embassy contact put me in touch
with an Italian middleman.

The missiles were stolen
while they were being offloaded

from a freighter transporting
from the States.

Gun!

Ray? Ray. Damn it.

Ray, help me.
Help me find Francesca.

Who stole the weapons, Ray?

- Who stole them?
- Luscino Antinori.

Ray.

Francesca.

I will kill you, Luscino.

It's not in your nature, Francesca.

You're kind, gentle.

You've changed.

- So have you.
- You're right.

I don't mind killing now.

Not even you, if I have to.

The shooter's name
was Angelo Marchetti.

He has no known ties with any Afghan
or Italian terrorist groups.

Admiral, right now
none of this makes any sense.

- Maybe it does, ma'am.
- Explain, lieutenant.

Well, it's like a puzzle.

You know, if you look at it one way,
you see a cat,

and if you turn it around,
you see a dog.

The point?

Well, maybe we've been looking
so hard at the cat

that we've missed the dog.

That's very enlightening, Dr. Dolittle.

What I mean, sir, is that
perhaps your daughter's kidnapping

is a matter of coincidence
rather than causality.

I need sleep.
He's starting to make sense.

There are a lot
of unanswered questions, sir.

Dillard swears he didn't know
who kidnapped Francesca.

Still no ransom demands.

There were never demands
for his release from the Afghan rebels,

and his killer
was an Italian motor-scooter driver.

- And who the hell is Luscino Antinori?
- My daughter's lover.

Thank you, sir. That was Mr. Webb.

CIA intel says that the Stinger missiles
never got into Afghanistan.

Get in contact
with the Sixth Fleet commander.

Alert him to the change in status
of Chief Warrant Officer Dillard.

But he's dead, sir.

Not a lot gets by you,
does it, lieutenant?

Talk to Sergeant Cade.
See what he knows.

- Admiral...
- That'll be all.

Yes, sir.

- You have something to say, major?
- No, sir. I...

I thought maybe
you would want someone to talk to.

What precisely would we talk about?

May I speak freely, sir?

Seems like you're bound
and determined to.

Well, I know that this is difficult
for you,

and I thought
maybe a friendly shoulder to cry on?

This isn't going very well, is it, sir?

You have a gift
for the understatement, major.

- Just forget about this?
- Already have.

- Close the hatch on your way out.
- Yes, sir.

Thanks, Sarah.

Sergeant, you've known all along

that Francesca was not kidnapped
by the Afghans, haven't you?

I've only had my suspicions.

So why not tell us?

Because I didn't know
if I could trust the admiral.

My boss is a two-star admiral,

the judge advocate general
of the United States Navy.

He is also Francesca's father.

I didn't know
if that would impair his judgement.

Angelo Marchetti,

the Vespa driver who killed
Chief Warrant Officer Dillard,

and Luscino Antinori:

What do these two men
have in common?

They are both members
of the Camorra,

organised crime.

The gunman was a person
of little consequence.

He just followed orders.
Luscino Antinori was his capo.

So Dillard was killed to silence him.

- Antinori stole the Stinger missiles.
- I would like to say yes.

Any thought to bringing Antinori in
and asking him a few questions?

Well, it's not that easy.

He disappeared
the day Francesca was taken.

What does Luscino have to do
with Francesca's disappearance?

There is history of bad blood
between the Parettis and the Antinoris.

A year ago Francesca's uncle,
Franco Paretti, killed Luscino's father.

- In revenge, Luscino killed Franco.
- So this is about a Mafia vendetta.

Franco's death
changed Vittorio Paretti.

For the first time,
he takes a place in the family business

and vows
to avenge his brother's death.

CIA intel indicates that these Stingers
are still here in Italy.

The latest trouble
between the two families

began three weeks ago,

when Vittorio Paretti
hijacked one of Antinori's trucks.

It had a cargo of Algerian oranges,
or so the manifest said.

I think maybe Paretti stole the missiles
from Antinori.

- Where's Vittorio?
- He's out of town, on business.

Where?

I didn't ask, he didn't say.
That is our arrangement.

What do you know
about this man you're married to?

What any wife knows

about the man she's been living with
for 20 years.

Damn it, Marcella.

We are talking
about our daughter's life.

I don't know anything, A.J.
I made sure I didn't.

I don't know about Franco,
I don't know about Vittorio,

and I don't know
about the family business.

But you had your suspicions.

Vittorio has been
a good husband to me.

He's been a good father
to your daughter.

This man, Luscino Antinori,
who our daughter was seeing.

Nothing wrong with him
except he killed a couple of people.

A.J.

Vittorio got a telephone call yesterday.
He left shortly after.

I think maybe
it was about Francesca.

Would you wait a moment?

You will need this.

This is why you left me.

Yes.

And now
everything has come full circle.

Still, I don't know why, when I left,

you did not come after me.

- You wanted that?
- I don't know what I wanted.

I never stopped loving you.

Someday I will tell you
about the nights that I cried over you,

listening for your footsteps.

Lieutenant,
get me the Sixth Fleet commander.

Aye, sir.

- You were right, lieutenant.
- I was? Thank you, sir.

Comm, this is Lieutenant J.G. Roberts
aboard with JAG.

I need a secure line
to the Sixth Fleet CO

for the admiral ASAP.

- What was I right about, sir?
- It was a dog instead of a cat.

Admiral Chegwidden
for Admiral Evans.

- Sixth Fleet commander, sir.
- Harry, A.J.

I got a problem I need your help with.

I need you
to authorise an EP-3 overflight

in the region of Umbria,

near the town
of Monte Santa Maria Tiberina.

Also, I may need to request

the Italian government
send in their G.I.S. Special forces.

Absolutely, Harry,
I'll keep you in the loop.

You got it.

- Sergeant, what can I do for you?
- I come to offer my service.

Well, we've got things
pretty much under control.

Monte Santa Maria Tiberina.
About 20 miles from Spoleto.

There's a pretty Romanesque church
in the town square.

Well, not that it matters.

See, that's a winding two-lane road
leading in.

Eagle 2 to Delta Charlie 1,
approaching coordinates.

Delta Charlie 1 to Eagle 2. Roger that.
You are clear to proceed.

Engaging GPS. Engaging infrared.

There are three best possibilities
at Monte Santa Maria Tiberina.

- That is the Mercedes.
- There's a dent in the front fender.

Infrared imaging indicates
the presence of four humans.

I need to see this
on a higher resolution.

- That'll take a few minutes in the lab.
- Do it.

Very impressive, admiral.

In Gaeta we still go house to house,
knocking on doors.

- Hell, we may still have to do that.
- Bye, ma'am.

That was Major MacKenzie.

The Italian Defence Ministry
is convening a special session

in order to discuss deploying
the Groupe Interventional Speciale.

The meeting starts
in approximately 93 minutes.

Stay on top of it.

Once they authorise that G.I.S. Team,
coordinate their efforts with the major.

Rabb, you're with me.

You don't know
what you're up against, admiral.

La Cosa Nostra
has been in Italy 500 years,

and they will be here 500 more.

Well, not all of them.

Here's your high-resolution blowup,
admiral.

This is my daughter's scarf,

so this has gotta be
where they're holding her.

- Your names?
- Rear Admiral A.J. Chegwidden.

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb.

- Purpose, sir?
- Rapid-fire-qualification small arms.

How long are you gonna
keep the weapon?

Well, chief, with any luck,
we'll have them back in the morning.

What weapons do you need?

Two 9 mm Beretta
semiautomatic pistols.

How many rounds, admiral?

Hundred and fifty rounds,

semi-jacketed hollow point,
and eight extra magazines.

Two M590A1 shotguns
with speed-feed stocks.

Purpose?

We wanna hone our skills
on the skeet range, chief.

What exactly are you hunting, sir?

Fifty rounds of double-aught buck
and another 50 rounds of sabot slugs.

A slug round,
that's for short-range hunting, admiral.

It would stop a Buick.
It's really not appropriate for skeet.

Humour me, chief.

Just every once in a while,
I like to blow the hell out of something.

I know the feeling, sir.

That's a hell of a lot of firepower
for a lawyer, commander.

Obviously you've never seen him
in the courtroom.

That's Antinori's truck.

That's Paretti.

He must have the Stinger missiles
with him.

He's gonna trade them
for Francesca.

How do you wanna play this,
admiral?

I'm going in.
You wait for the G.I.S. Team.

That's your plan?

Sir?

- You got a better one?
- Well...

We both go in.

It worked for us before.

- You don't have to do this.
- The hell I don't, sir.

Well, by my last count,

we're about to violate
at least seven separate provisions

of the status-of-forces agreement
with Italy.

- Hell, you'd better call me A.J.
- All right, A.J.

Let's do it.

- I'll take the far side.
- Yes, sir.

Papa!

- Admiral.
- Papa, help.

Sir, how do we know she didn't go
with Luscino willingly?

How well do you really know her?
Can you trust her?

- With my life.
- I will guarantee your safety, admiral.

Well, I sure the hell
won't guarantee yours.

Freeze.

- Put down your weapons.
- That's not gonna happen.

Put down your weapons
or she's going to be buried right here.

Now!

Papa, please.

Now move where I can see you.

Let her go, Luscino. Leave her here.

Antinori.

- Papa.
- Francesca, no.

Don't do it, Antinori. Put it down.

- No.
- Papa, Papa. Papa, your leg.

Put it down, Antinori.

Put it down.

I knew you would come
for me, Papa.

He's dead.

Are you hurt?

I will never be the same again.

Admiral, you all right, sir?

It's time to go home.