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Hey, Pete,
how about one for the road?

No, no. Sorry, boys.
I'm all closed up.

Oh, jeez, that's too bad.

Hey.

All right, man, let's go.

- Shut up.
- What are you doing?

- This is for the Hawk.
- Come on, man, that's enough.

Get up. Get up. All right.

Major Sarah MacKenzie,

having taken a lawful oath
in a trial by court-martial

that she would testify truly,

did wilfully, corruptly
and contrary to such oath,

testify falsely regarding the killing
of her husband, Christopher Ragle.

Sir, Major MacKenzie did testify
that she shot and killed her husband.

There was no lie there.

But she omitted certain details,

including the fact that Lt. Col. Farrow
was present at the time.

She took the blame, sir,
to protect an innocent man.

A lie of omission, no matter
how noble the intention, is still a lie.

Yes. But for it to be perjury,
it must be material to the case.

Murder charges against
Major MacKenzie and Lt. Col. Farrow

were subsequently dismissed.
Therefore, I submit:

The detail of Col. Farrow's presence
was not material.

And the omission of said detail
should not be considered perjury.

Sir, may I speak?

As this is only an Article 32 hearing,
I'll allow it. Go ahead, major.

Sir, I withheld information on the stand,
and for that, I apologise.

As a Marine officer and a lawyer
that violated a trust,

all I can say on my behalf
is that I had no plan

to mislead the court
to avoid punishment.

On the contrary,
my intent was to take the blame

for an act of which
I was solely responsible,

to exonerate a fellow officer,
a good and honourable man.

Major MacKenzie, you, a JAG officer,
lied under oath in my court.

Commander Rabb argues
that it wasn't perjury.

You said you did it
to protect a fellow officer.

The fact is, you lied.

In every other respect,
you're a fine officer and lawyer.

Commander Rabb's argument
is valid.

I'm going to dismiss
the perjury charges

and recommend an admiral's mast.

Yes, sir.

Now, on the issue
of fraternization and adultery,

the five-year statute of limitations
has expired on those offences.

You'll have to answer to your own
conscience on those charges.

Understood, sir.

Be careful, major.
Don't make me regret my decision.

This hearing's adjourned.

White's good. It's neutral.

If we keep putting this off
for much longer,

we're gonna end up with a son--

- Son?
- Or a daughter.

That's gonna go to college
without any paint on his walls.

Or her walls.

Harriet, you know that I'm happy
about the baby, whatever its gender.

I'm just worried about losing us.
I think the best parents are the ones

that are able to keep the fire
between them burning.

Don't worry.

We can still plan for a baby
and keep the fire burning.

Tonight, I'll fix us a nice dinner.

And after that...

- Hey, you guys.
- Hey, Mikey.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You are looking good, Harriet.

Go ahead and tell me I'm glowing,
and I will punch you right in the nose.

You were supposed
to be starting your hitch.

What are you doing here?

You know,
I filled out the recruitment papers,

you know, I passed my physical,
took the oath.

I told Dad I'd be okay,
and I sent him on a flight to Sarasota

for a reunion with his old shipmates.

But as, you know,
that plane was taking off,

I realised that I was doing this
for the wrong reasons.

Well, Dad's reasons.
I just couldn't go through with it.

What do you mean,
you couldn't go through with it?

I can't go, Bud.

Mikey, you don't have a choice.
You took the oath.

- When are you supposed to report in?
- In four days.

I really need you to help me
get out of this, big brother.

Because, you know,
I don't wanna end up

some yeoman
on a frigate somewhere

when I could be doing caricatures
for maybe The Washington Post.

Okay, we'll work this out,
but not here and not now.

Here, let yourself in.

- We'll talk about it tonight.
- All right.

So does this mean you're gonna be
staying with us for a little while?

I mean, if that's all right with you.

- It's okay by me, little brother.
- Thanks. See you guys later.

Take care.

Peter Reardon
is the proprietor of a sailor trap

in Norfolk called the Breakers Bar.

On Sunday night,
he was attacked by three assailants

he has identified as enlisted men.

Is this a brawl at a local dive, sir?

It wasn't a bar fight, commander.

It was an unprovoked
three-on-one attack in a parking lot.

Mr. Reardon's still recovering
from his injuries at Mercy Hospital.

Couldn't this be handled by NCIS, sir?
Or the ship's legal officer?

This has a higher priority.

As you know, the relationship
between military bases

and local communities
is at best precarious.

That's why I want you both
to investigate.

Our presence
will show that we care.

Is there any known motive, sir?
Anything stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

Did the victim mention
any previous incidents?

- No.
- We'll check it out, sir.

Please. We're at peace.

We don't wanna start a war
with civilians.

You're dismissed.

- Aye, aye, sir.
- Aye, sir.

Not you, major.

So Rabb made
a compelling argument.

You expressed remorse.

Admiral Morris sent you to me.

Sir, I explained my reasons
for acting as I did.

Those weren't reasons, major.
Those were excuses.

You abused the very legal system
you swore to uphold.

It's bad enough
that you deceived the court,

but you deceived me.

By pretending nothing was wrong,

by hiding your marriage,
your affair with Farrow,

by letting me believe
you were a murderer.

I made mistakes, sir.
I'm not proud of what I did.

You didn't trust me enough
to come to me with the truth.

I expected better of you.

I'll strive to do better, sir.

I had prepared your fitness report
recommending accelerated promotion

to lieutenant colonel.

I'm withdrawing
that recommendation.

I understand, sir.

Understand this too, major.

From now on,
you will play by the book.

One more transgression,
one more breach,

and your butt is out of JAG.

Any questions?

- No, sir.
- Good.

You let me down.

I only really got a good look
at that one guy.

Why do you believe
they were off the USS Montana?

That's what the bumper sticker
on the car said.

What kind of vehicle
were they driving?

Blue Trans Am.

The enlisted guys,
I always treated them good,

I give them big drinks at my joint.

Hell, I know what it's like
being in the service.

- You were in the military, sir?
- Army.

Did a tour in Nam.

Have you ever had
any personal problems

with the other customers in your bar,
Mr. Reardon?

Are you making this about me now,
commander?

Your Navy guys roughed me up,
now it's my fault?

We were just trying to put things
together, Mr. Reardon.

- Were these sailors familiar to you?
- I don't know.

A lot of them come in my joint.
Sometimes the faces--

I'll be damned.

This guy right here.
This is the main guy.

Right there.

Petty Officer Third Class
Wade Colbert?

I think these are the other two.

But this guy, Colbert,
that's the guy that beat me up.

Yeah. That's the bum
that hit me with the 2-by-4.

He give you any indication
as to why?

All the guy said was,
"This is for the Hawk."

Junior officer to watch,
inspect your decks.

Captain, we're gonna need to speak
to Petty Officer Colbert

and his two division mates, sir.
Seaman Olin and Seaman Hendrix.

I thought the victim made
only one ID.

One certain ID, sir.

But there were two others involved
that he picked out of the cruise book.

I assume you checked their records.

Nothing there
would indicate this behaviour.

No, sir.
But there's a first time for everything.

Well, let's hope this isn't it,
commander.

Do you know why you're here,
Seaman Olin?

No, sir.

We're investigating an assault
in which your buddy,

Petty Officer Colbert,
is a prime suspect.

There were two other sailors
with Colbert on the night in question.

I don't know anything about that,
commander.

Do you know the Breakers Bar
in Norfolk?

I've been there, ma'am.
Everybody has.

Anything ever happen there
that made you angry?

Not that I can remember,
commander.

Have you ever heard the phrase,
"This is for the Hawk?"

No, sir.
I don't know what that means.

- Where were you on Sunday night?
- In our apartment, ma'am.

We were shipping out
the next morning.

Was Petty Officer Colbert
and Seaman Olin with you?

The three of us were watching TV,
sir.

Let me guess.
Touched by an Angel?

No, ma'am. It was football.
The Oakland-Dallas game.

Who won?

The Raiders, in overtime.

Then why would Mr. Reardon
identify you, Petty Officer Colbert?

Anybody can pick a face
out of a cruise book, sir.

True, but he picked yours.

You know, the guy probably got
plastered and fell down, commander.

Now he's looking to lay it off
on some enlisted man.

He didn't fall.

He was beaten senseless
with a piece of lumber.

- You drive a blue Trans Am?
- Yes, sir, I do.

But I've been to that bar before.
That bartender's seen me in it.

- Have a grievance with Mr. Reardon?
- No, ma'am.

Then why would he accuse you
of assault?

- I have no idea, sir.
- Who's the Hawk?

As far as I know, it's a type of bird
or a cruise missile, sir.

You know, somebody tuned up
this civilian pretty good.

Based on his identification, you could
be looking at court-martial charges.

As we said before,
Petty Officer Colbert,

you are entitled to representation.

I don't need a lawyer, ma'am.
I've done nothing wrong.

General Quarters.
General Quarters.

All hands man your battle stations.

I was WEPO for a spell
on the USS Antietam,

so I can still call a gunex
with the best of them.

We'll be firing a 5 inch, 54 cal.
Mark 45 weapon

on a target being towed at a range
of approximately 10,000 yards,

at a speed of about 15 knots.

Petty Officer Lopez will be firing today
from Weapons Control.

She's new on board,
but she's one of the best.

Load five rounds high explosive.

Five rounds high explosive,
loaded and cycled.

Round prepared.

Rounds at the ready.

Gunlay satisfactory.
One round spotting, batteries released.

One round spotting.
Batteries released, aye.

Six, five, four, three, two, one.

Fifty feet left, 75 feet short,
petty officer.

Okay, re-arming procedures.

Applying corrections, sir.

Very well.
Simulate casualty on the autoloader.

Continue exercise
using manual-Ioading procedures.

This is bogus.
Who's the skipper trying to kid?

Come on, Olin.
Get with the programme.

Come on, guys. Come on.

When you are ready, fire for effect.

Aye, aye, sir.

Ready. Firing for effect.

Come on, Lopez,
let's deliver the goods.

Yeah.

Bravo, Zulu, that's a direct hit.

- Direct hit.
- Yes.

Weapons Control, stand down.

- Lopez.
- Way to go, Hawk.

It was great.

MAA, report to the OOD. MAA...

Petty Officer Lopez.

I'm Lt. Commander Rabb.
This is Major MacKenzie.

- Sir, ma'am.
- Good work today.

Thank you, sir. We're a solid crew.

No disrespect, but I hope
you're not here to break that up.

Why do you think we would do that?

I know you're here
investigating my teammates, ma'am.

And I just wanna say
that those three guys

are the best shipmates
a sailor could ask for.

What they're accused of,
it doesn't sound like them.

Well, we're just trying
to figure it all out, petty officer.

And by helping us,
you could be helping your buddies.

So were you at the Breakers
that night?

No, sir, I wasn't there.

So you don't know anything
about this assault

on Peter Reardon, the bartender?

No, I wasn't there, sir.
I don't know anything about it.

Last call to mess.

Repeat, last call to mess.

If there are no further questions,
I need to go, sir, ma'am.

- The mess line closes in ten minutes.
- Carry on, petty officer.

- There you go.
- I got it.

Hey, Hawk.

- Sir?
- Where did you get that tag?

Before I transferred here,

I was a gunner's mate
on the USS Cowpens.

One of the first females there
to work with Tomahawks.

The name kind of stuck.

The assailant told the victim
that what he did was for the Hawk.

- Can you explain that?
- No, ma'am, I can't.

Maybe the guy didn't hear right.

Those three sailors did not assault
that bartender because of you.

I take care of myself, sir.
I don't ask for favours.

- Carry on, Lopez.
- Thank you, sir.

Lt. Roberts.

- Do you have it, Tiner?
- Straight from the recruiting office.

- All the enlistees rejected this month.
- How does it look?

Some good stuff, sir.
Flat feet could be the ticket.

Very good work, Tiner.

- And remember--
- Mum's the word, sir.

Look here--

Mr. Roberts, where are those files
I've been waiting for?

They're right here, sir.

- Is something going on here?
- No, sir.

Well, why do you ask, sir?

I haven't seen anyone look so guilty
since my last visit to the White House.

Petty Officer Tiner is just helping me
with some research, sir.

On enlistment disqualification, sir.

For reference, admiral.

May I have my files?

You know, lieutenant,

I understand erratic behaviour
in an expectant mother.

What's your excuse?

PMOW, report to the missile room.
PMOW--

Skipper, you wanted to see us, sir?

I run a tight ship here, commander,

so I don't like the scuttlebutt I've heard
about you suspecting a cover-up.

Sir?

I understand that you two
are under the impression

that my men
are covering for each other

and that they attacked Reardon
out of some misguided loyalty

to Petty Officer Lopez.

Well, sir, there does seem
to be a very high regard

for unit cohesiveness aboard ship.

What are you implying,
commander?

Is that the behaviour they've been led
to believe is appropriate, sir?

I'm not a proponent
of aggravated assault.

How has Petty Officer Lopez
done here since her transfer, sir?

She fits in like one of the guys.

She had any trouble recently?

She missed morning quarters
a few weeks ago with the stomach flu.

She failed to call in advance.

Her division officer
gave her a reprimand.

- Well, do you have flat feet?
- No.

Are your religious beliefs
inconsistent with military service?

- I went to a Buddhist temple once.
- I don't think that will count.

- Any psychological impairment?
- No, not that I know of.

You lie about anything
on your enlistment papers?

Yeah.
About when I said I wanted in.

Now I really wanna be
a graphic artist.

Well, those papers are binding.

You could let it slip
that you were gay.

- What?
- I'm just saying--

- Bud, I'm not gay.
- I know.

Bed-wetter?

- Mikey, you're not making this easy.
- I'm just trying to find a loophole, Bud.

Isn't that what lawyers do,
find loopholes?

Even the best lawyers
are limited by the facts,

and the fact is--
Is that you shouldn't have enlisted.

You should have stood up to Dad
like I told you.

But you made a choice.

And now you may have to just buck up
and live with it.

Look, I'm not saying
give up your art career.

I'm just saying you may have
to postpone it for a while.

Well, thanks, Bud. Thanks a lot.

I come to you looking for help,
and what do I get? "Buck up"?

You sound just like Dad.

Hope you do a better job
with your kids than he did with us.

They could be
the Navy's poster children

for men and women serving together,
admiral.

I'm aware of their service record,
major. So where are we now?

Mr. Reardon stands
by his identification

of Petty Officer Colbert
as the sailor who attacked him.

The ship
has a very strong cohesion ideology.

Apparent payback motive.

I'd say we have enough
for an Article 32 hearing, sir.

- Where are the parties now?
- The three sailors are being held

at the restricted barracks
at Washington Navy Yard.

Petty Officer Lopez
is at the Fort Belvoir BEQ.

Commander Brumby,
you'll serve as defence counsel.

You two will prosecute.

I'm confident you'll not seek
any more meetings with my clients

without me being present, mates.

No, I thought I'd knock them around for
a while until they confessed, Brumby.

Yes, commander.
It's already been taken care of.

Admiral, I'm operating
on the assumption

that my clients are innocent.

But should they admit
to any wrongdoing,

is there any way to avoid
an Article 32 hearing?

Oh, that's between you
and trial counsel.

But there's a larger question here,
Brumby.

I wanna determine
if there's a culture aboard that ship

that condones dungaree justice.

If so, I want this investigated
all the way to the top.

I wanna know what happened
in that bar that night and why.

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

We're gonna be taking another call
in a second.

But let me remind you,
this is Dr. Lynn. That's 1-800--

- Hey, we don't open for an hour.
- Miss Hanratty?

- Yeah?
- Hello, ma'am.

I'm Lt. Cmdr. Harmon Rabb.
I'm with the JAG Corps.

I'd like to ask you a few questions,
if I could.

Oh, is this about Pete?

Yes, ma'am, it is.

Were you working here the night
Mr. Reardon was attacked?

Hey, I work here every night, so...

Were these three men
in the bar that night, ma'am?

No, not that night.

But they look a little familiar.
I think I've seen them around.

Was she in here that night, ma'am?

No.

But I've seen her before.

- When?
- A week.

Maybe two weeks
before Pete got beat up.

Were these three men
with her that night?

Yeah. They were all together.

She seemed like a really nice girl,

but by closing time,
she was falling down drunk.

So you know what they did?

They ditched her.

And she kept asking
where her shipmates were.

She was sure they were gonna
come back and pick her up.

Finally,
Pete helped her out to the car.

He was gonna let her sleep it off
out there.

How long was Mr. Reardon gone?

Well, it was closing time.

I never saw him again.

Good afternoon, Mr. Reardon.

How are you feeling?

Well, this arm's gonna be in a cast
for another six weeks.

That's too bad.

Say, you ever see
this woman before?

Yes. So what?

- She was in your bar?
- Couple of weeks ago.

She got plastered.
I walked her to her car.

You let her drive home drunk?

No, I didn't. She lost her car keys.

So, what happened?

She said her buddies
were gonna come back for her.

The car was open.

So I left her to sleep
in the back seat. Then I went home.

Did she get home safely,
Mr. Reardon?

Well, she must have, because
she was gone the next morning.

Look, all that happened was
I decided

to give a drunken sailor girl
a walk to the car.

That's what I did. That's all.

If she's gonna accuse me of something
to save her buddies, shame on her.

And shame on you for playing along.

I haven't lied about anything.

There's a thin line between
lying and omitting, petty officer.

You asked me if I was there
the night the bartender was beaten.

I was not.

You asked me if I had some
kind of problem with the bartender.

I didn't.
I told you, I believe in my shipmates.

I still do.

You failed to tell us that you frequented
the Breakers Bar with your shipmates.

We want full disclosure,
and we want it now.

I went to the Breakers with the guys.

We played pinball, some darts.

Had a couple of drinks.

- I heard that nose is--
- No.

Hey, hey, hey.

Lopez.

I was feeling woozy
and went to the restroom.

A couple of drinks
always have this effect on you?

Not usually, sir.
I guess these were pretty stiff.

I think I had a touch of the flu.

What happened next?

When I came back, they were gone.

- Why would they leave like that?
- As an initiation, I guess, ma'am.

I was new to the division.

They were treating me
like one of the guys.

That's what I wanted,
and that's what I got.

So why not tell us
that you went to the bar?

I put myself
in a vulnerable situation, sir.

I wasn't able to take care of myself.

It wasn't something
I wanted to advertise.

It seems to me your shipmates
put you in the vulnerable position.

Ma'am, I wanna have a long,
successful career in the Navy.

And I've managed to thrive so far
by fitting in, not complaining.

- I'm done here.
- I'll meet you inside. Thanks.

Petty Officer Lopez, I know things
can get rough on a woman

fitting in at a new command.

And I also know that things happen
when you're drinking.

Things that you don't remember
and you don't wanna remember.

- I'm not an alcoholic, major.
- No, but I am.

And I know the signs of someone

who's trying to forget
a drunken indiscretion.

You missed muster the next morning,
but it wasn't because of the flu, was it?

What if it wasn't, major?

What if you're right?

Should I just throw everything away

because I was weak
for a couple of hours?

Is that what you'd do, major?

If you knew if you did that,

you wouldn't be able
to go on in your job?

Just because you're in the Navy,
petty officer,

doesn't mean
that you have to stop being human.

I'm not trying to, major.

I'm just trying to stay a sailor.

I'll get it.

I shouldn't have walked out
on you like that.

Come on in.

- Where were you?
- I spent the night at the bus station.

But about last night,
what I said, it wasn't fair.

You're a great brother, and your kid
will be lucky to have you as a father.

Thanks, Mikey.
That means a lot to me.

I've also decided you're right.

I made a choice
and I gotta live up to it.

I just hope enlisted life
doesn't turn out to be hanging out

with a bunch of beer-guzzling,
skirt-chasing yahoos.

Yeah, well, don't let Dad's
unique qualities mislead you.

There are plenty of good regular guys
doing important work in the Navy.

- Just like you.
- I'm sorry, Bud.

Hey.

Sir, do you recognise any
of your attackers in this courtroom?

That one there.

Do you see any of the others?

Those two, I think.

Did they strike you or kick you?

I don't know. I had blood in my eyes.

Well, what, if anything,
do you recall of the incident?

That that one hit me with a 2-by-4
until I was on the ground,

and then he kicked me in the ribs
a couple of times.

Would you describe
your condition to us, Mr. Reardon?

Cuts and bruises.

The doctor just repaired
three torn ligaments.

The cast will be on
for about another five, six weeks.

On a personal level, how would
you characterise your condition?

I just don't feel right.

And I probably won't for a while.
I feel jumpy, on edge.

I can't sleep good
and I can't really work.

Thank you. No further questions.

Mr. Reardon,
can you think of any reason

why these sailors
would have attacked you?

No, I can't.

Have you had any previous trouble
with sailors in your pub?

Couple of times I closed
before they wanted me to.

Some complain
my food prices are too steep.

How many sailors would you say

come into your bar every night,
Mr. Reardon?

Twenty-five.

Fifty when the fleet's in.

That means hundreds,
maybe thousands of sailors every year.

That's not counting the repeats.

All young, all clean-cut.

And you're sure
these are the men who attacked you?

Oh, yeah. Yes, I am.

You must have quite a memory,
Mr. Reardon.

Well, commander, these men
made no effort to hide their faces

while I was getting
the hell kicked out of me.

Petty Officer Lopez.

You too were assigned

to the Gunnery Division
aboard the Montana.

Yes, sir.

Any idea why your shipmates attacked
Peter Reardon outside his bar?

I object, Your Honour.
Counsel is stating a conclusion.

Sustained.

You know of any grievance your
shipmates had against Peter Reardon?

No, sir.

You ever been to the Breakers Bar,
Petty Officer Lopez?

Yes, sir. A few times.

Along with most everybody I know.

Will you describe what happened
the last night you were there?

We got there about 10.
Had a few drinks.

When you say "we,"
who are you referring to?

Petty Officer Colbert,
Seaman Hendrix and Seaman Olin.

Did you leave with them?

No, sir.

I went to the ladies' room,
and when I got back, they were gone.

What happened next?

I guess I had too many drinks
on an empty stomach,

because I started feeling disoriented.

Can I call you a cab?

I'm okay.
My buddies will come and get me.

The bartender gave me some coffee,
and he walked me out to my car.

I can't find my keys.

I couldn't find my car keys.

The car door was unlocked.

Watch your head, watch your head.

- Easy, easy.
- I'll just sleep it off.

So I said I'd sleep it off a little,

and he helped me lie down
across the back seat.

What happened next?

I don't know, sir.
I guess I passed out.

Well, what's the next thing
you do remember?

I woke up a while later.

Will you describe for us
what your condition was?

It's all hazy.

I remind you, Petty Officer Lopez,
you are under oath.

My shirt was open.

My legs were bruised.

I was bleeding.

I had been raped, sir.

Do you know
who your assailant was?

No, sir.

Was it Mr. Reardon?

I don't know, sir,
but he was the last person I saw.

Did you tell anyone
about being raped?

Just one person, sir.
Petty Officer Colbert.

He felt bad about leaving me alone.

He kept asking me what happened.

He was sure it had to be Reardon.

Did Petty Officer Colbert
say anything about retribution?

He said he wished
he could make it up to me.

By "make it up,"
did he mean punish Mr. Reardon?

Object. Calls for speculation.

Withdrawn.

When you told
Petty Officer Colbert of the rape,

did he express a sense of guilt?

Sir?

Well, isn't it true that he,
Seaman Olin and Seaman Hendrix

abandoned you in this bar
in a compromised condition?

I didn't see it that way, sir.

Well, how would you characterise
this sort of behaviour?

As an initiation to their team, sir.

I see.

So they left you in a bar inebriated
as an act of unit cohesiveness.

Mr. Reardon.

I need to talk to you, sir.

Look, I've said my piece.

What happened exactly the night
you walked Petty Officer Lopez

out to her vehicle?

I told you.

You want to stick with that story?

It's what happened.

Petty Officer Lopez says
that you sexually assaulted her, sir.

I knew it. I knew it.

And now you're gonna accuse me
of rape, huh?

Get out of my bar. Go ahead, go.

There is no reason for me
to believe Petty Officer Lopez

would lie about something like that,
Mr. Reardon.

Why should you? I mean,
you Navy people stick together.

You got an alibi for that night?

Hey, you want me to prove
that I didn't rape her, huh?

Okay.

In 1971, I was wounded
by VC mortar fire at Dong Tam.

Irreversible nerve damage, sir.

As a result,
I suffer from erectile dysfunction, sir.

I'm impotent, commander.

Can this be verified?

Would you like my wife to testify?

Or would you settle
on a report from the V.A.?

You see why I didn't want this
to come out before, major?

My shipmates
are facing a court-martial

and I've been removed from duty.

It would have been better
if I'd never said anything.

I'm sorry, Petty Officer Lopez,

but you have to try to tell us
everything you can recall.

Reardon put me in my car.

And when I came to,
I knew I'd been raped.

But the rape itself...

What do you remember?

It's like a nightmare now.

I was too drunk, ma'am.

Someone took advantage of that.

How did you get home?

I found my keys
on the floor of the car.

I guess they'd fallen there.
So I drove myself home.

But you didn't tell the authorities.
You told your buddies,

and they put themselves
on the line for you.

I guess I needed something
or someone to believe in, ma'am.

And my buddies were there for me.

I had no idea this Article 32 hearing
was about a rape, commander.

It's not. It's about the truth.

And that's the only reason
I'm letting you talk to my clients.

Provided you stick to our deal.

Well, I'll ask them no questions
and they'll tell me no lies.

Sit down.

I have a news flash for you.

Peter Reardon didn't rape
Petty Officer Lopez.

So you three
beat up an innocent man.

See? That's the problem
with dungaree justice.

You miscalculate,
it's just another dumb crime.

Are you saying
Petty Officer Lopez made it up, sir?

- No, I don't think she made it up.
- Then who did rape her, sir?

I don't know, Petty Officer Colbert.

- Do you?
- No, sir.

Why not? It was your idea
to ditch her at the bar.

It was your idea to beat up Reardon
when he was guilty of nothing

other than helping
Petty Officer Lopez.

So don't you think it's time
you three started telling the truth?

And here's another one.

The Eternal Band of Brothers,
painted in Korea

by Col. Charles Waterhouse,
United States Marine Corps.

I don't get it, Bud.

I didn't even know this place existed
until I started doing some investigating.

But the Navy has
a Combat Art Program.

That documents military action.

Now, hey, why would you want
paintings and drawings

when you just go out there,
and, you know, take a photograph?

Read this.

"Unlike the objective camera lens,

the artist not only captures
instantaneous action,

but fuses earlier moments
of the same scene

into a compelling image."

You know, I never knew
that the Navy appreciated art.

This is in the transport area,
Omaha Beach.

Lt. JG Alexander Russo.

"Yellow and white flares
dropped by German planes

lit up the skies and ships."

You think this is something
that might interest you, Mikey?

I'm no Picasso, but you think maybe
you could get me into the programme?

I can't guarantee anything,

but get through boot camp,
and I'll see what I can do.

There's a place for you in the Navy.

I just don't want you
giving up your dreams, little brother.

Commander Rabb,
may I have a moment?

Your discussion with the lads
struck a chord.

Seaman Hendrix and Seaman Olin
got civilian lawyers.

They've signed pretrial agreements.

Then they'll both receive leniency
in exchange for their testimony

against Petty Officer Colbert.

Right. Of course,
Petty Officer Colbert is not too thrilled.

And Seaman Hendrix
has asked permission

to read a statement
before he testifies.

His lawyer has agreed.

"The night of the assault, we all went
to the bar looking for Peter Reardon,

because we believed he'd raped
our shipmate, Petty Officer Lopez.

We felt it was our duty
to get justice for her

since she didn't want to come forward
herself.

At the time, it sounded right.

But it was wrong to be there."

And we were wrong
for hurting Mr. Reardon,

even if Seaman Olin and I
never actually hit him.

"Part of what motivated us
was that we felt responsible,

because on the night she was raped,
we took her keys and we left."

She was pretty drunk.

We left her as a kind of
survival exercise.

We thought it would be funny,

you know, as a prank
to just leave her there.

That we'd all laugh
about it the next day.

When Petty Officer Lopez
was UA that morning,

I just thought she was hungover.

I never meant for it
to turn out like this.

Thanks for your candour,
Seaman Hendrix.

Commander Rabb?

Did Petty Officer Colbert
go home with you that night?

No, sir. He'd hooked up with a girl.
He went home with her.

When you and Seaman Olin left,
did you go to your car?

Yes, sir.

Where was Petty Officer Lopez's
car located?

The other side of the lot, sir.

So you didn't go
anywhere near her car?

- No, sir.
- No.

You and Seaman Olin
went straight home.

Yes, sir. And I fell asleep.

No further questions.

Commander Brumby?

No questions, admiral.

All right. Step down, seaman.

Commander Rabb,
call your next witness.

I'd like to call
Seaman Olin to the stand, sir.

Seaman Olin.

Now, raise your right hand.

Do you swear that the evidence you
give shall be the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

- I do.
- Take your seat.

What exactly happened the night
Peter Reardon was assaulted?

Colbert, Hendrix and I went down
to the Breakers Bar

- to beat up Reardon.
- Why?

Because we thought he'd raped
Petty Officer Lopez.

It was Colbert's idea.

He felt bad that he was the one
who suggested ditching Lopez.

So after you ditched her,
did someone take her car keys?

Petty Officer Colbert
took the keys, sir.

- And the three of you left together.
- Yes, sir.

But Petty Officer Colbert
went with a girl he'd met in the bar.

Yes, sir.

So you and Seaman Hendrix
went straight home?

Yes, sir.

Did he keep the keys?

No, sir.

So when did he give
the keys to you?

In the parking lot, sir.

- You took the keys as a precaution?
- Yes, sir.

- I thought it was the right thing to do.
- That's good. That shows concern.

So you and Seaman Hendrix
went straight home.

And did you remain there
all evening?

I might have gone out
to get some beer or something, sir.

- Did you go back to the Breakers Bar?
- No, sir.

- You made it as far as the parking lot.
- No, sir.

And when you got to the parking lot

and you found
Petty Officer Lopez unconscious,

did you take advantage of her?

You can't ask me those questions, sir.
I got immunity.

Against the assault charges,
not against rape.

When Petty Officer Lopez came to
the next morning,

she found the keys
on the floor of her car.

- Any idea how they got there?
- No, sir.

Well, let me help you with that,
Seaman Olin.

You went to the parking lot,
found her unconscious.

You raped her.

And during the assault,
the keys fell out of your pocket.

You can't prove that, sir.

You had one of your buddies
beat a man half to death

to cover up your crime.

I guess that's your idea
of unit cohesiveness.

It's over.
We know who raped you.

- Who was it, major?
- Seaman Olin.

No.

He was my friend.

My shipmate.

Admiral Morris has recommended
a general court-martial.

If convicted,
he could be looking at life in prison.

Why did you do it, Olin?

Military's not a woman's game,
Lopez.

You can put on the same uniform
as us, but you'll never be the same.

I didn't join up
to have some girl calling my gunnery.

You woke up on the wrong side
of the century, Olin.

Women fight
and women serve with honour.

As for your honour,

the members won't take long
deliberating over your court-martial.

We are within minutes of the deadline
set by Serbian extremists

for the execution of three
NATO observers kidnapped yesterday

on the road to Kosovo.

The extremist group's demand
for a full pullout

of all NATO personnel
from the region

has apparently gone unanswered.

Both Italian and French
military commanders

have refused comment.

Did Seaman Olin crack?

Not on the stand, sir.

But when Petty Officer Lopez
asked him why he did it, he told her.

- In front of all of you?
- Yes, sir.

And the deployment
of NATO observers

has become a strong barrier
to the malicious aim of reclaiming--

You think they'll execute
the NATO observers?

I hope not.

But nearly everyone at the Pentagon
looked pretty grim this afternoon.

Who didn't look grim, sir?

Some old friends of mine.