All language subtitles for 06JAG S05E06 Psychic Warrior-eng

You keeping them out
or us in, Swensen?

You're the mind reader. You tell me.

- Thanks, Jimmy.
- No problem, chief.

So did the lieutenant fly to the moon
or see God while I was gone?

No. For once,
he's sleeping like a baby.

Well, for once, maybe we can
get out of here before dawn, huh?

Let's hope so.

I hope you like ham and cheese.
It's all they had.

His brain waves are off the Richter.

Pull up! Pull up!

Pull up now!

- Sir.
- We're gonna crash!

Sir.

Security.

Lieutenant--

Security alert. Code four.

- Lieutenant, you're safe. It's all right.
- Bail out! Bail out!

Bail out! Bail out!

Oh, my God.

What the hell is remote viewing?

It's a kind of a clairvoyance

or ESP, sir. The subject
goes into a meditative state

and attempts to see something
in the next room.

Or on the next continent, sir.

You mean
the psychic spy programme?

Hell, I thought the CIA
shut that thing down years ago.

They closed most operations, sir,

but there's still
some theoretical research going on.

And the Navy Intel has its own
top-secret programme called Stargazer

run by Admiral Harrison Spencer.
Pretty gung ho type of guy, sir.

Apparently, they were looking for
a downed North Korean jet.

The South Koreans wanted to recover
the electronics.

Haven't they ever heard of satellites?

Well, satellites don't see underwater,
sir, or through clouds.

But a junior officer
flat on his back in Washington can?

Well, the CIA programme
had a number of successes, sir.

One viewer located
a secret Chinese nuclear-test site.

Another pinpointed
where the Red Brigade

was holding
an American general hostage.

Yeah, and here, a lieutenant
goes into a trance and ends up dead.

So, Mr. Roberts,

we know how you feel
about psychic phenomena.

Yes, sir.
There's just too much evidence

to ignore the reality
of the paranormal.

Colonel, do you have
any preconceptions

about psychic spies
and telepathic warriors?

Only that
it sounds like science fiction.

Well, colonel, a hundred years ago,

putting a man on the moon
was science fiction.

You three will make a perfect team.

I want a thorough investigation
of Lieutenant McGrane's death

and Admiral Spencer's role in it.

Dismissed.

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

Colonel.

What ever happened
about that Korean plane?

They never found it, sir.

Lieutenant McGrane
showed incredible promise

with simple precognition tests,

naming the suits of unseen cards,
that sort of thing.

You put the lieutenant
into Psychic Operations

- before he received medical clearance.
- The lab was backed up.

We were lacking
the blood and toxicology reports.

Everything else checked out.

- Is this where it happened, sir?
- Yes.

We have worked around the clock
for the last six months.

Now Admiral Linsenmeyer has
suspended all Stargazer operations,

pending your investigation.

I hope you don't ridicule that
which you don't understand, colonel.

Sir, do you really believe in all this?

Not at first.
I didn't grow up in an ashram,

chanting with some guru.
I was a country boy.

Studied chemical engineering
at the academy

and believed the laws of science
were carved in stone.

But we have tested personnel

whose minds can alter electric current,
predict the roll of dice,

even see events
thousands of miles away.

And you're sure
there's no rational explanation?

Have you never had an experience

that defied rational explanation,
colonel?

Never seen something
in your mind's eye, and it happened?

Sir, I can't even pick the right
checkout line at the supermarket.

And you, commander?

Sir, I have had visions
that I can't explain.

I met a Gypsy woman in Russia
who could see the future and the past.

So I guess, yes, I am open
to the possibility of the paranormal.

And that's all I ask.

Sir, we'll need to go through
your records and interview the staff.

Fine. You can start with me.

All right, sir.

- It's November 2nd, and the time is--
- Eleven thirty-six.

- Exactly, as usual.
- Colonel, how did you do that?

I don't know, sir. I've been able
to tell the time without a watch

since I was in fifth grade.

That's a psychic gift.
A second cousin to telepathy.

Actually, sir, I just wanted to know
how long until recess.

When this is cleared up,

I'd love for you to undertake
a remote-viewing experiment.

You'd find it fascinating.

It's a journey outside your own body
with a soaring sense of freedom.

Sertraline, fluoxetine,

and a heavy dose
of monoamine oxidase inhibitors.

The tox scan shows
that your Lieutenant McGrane

was a pharmacological disaster
just waiting to happen.

Why would someone
take a cocktail like that?

They're standard prescriptions
for depression and anxiety, lieutenant.

Have a seat.
But you shouldn't be mixing them.

Lieutenant Whitman,
call extension...

Eyewitnesses report
that the lieutenant thought

he was on a North Korean jet
that was about to crash.

Hallucinations.

The drugs combined
with the induced meditative state

could've produced
some pretty scary images.

Apparently, he was trying
to bail out of the plane.

Or out of the dream.

Well, either way,
he shouldn't have been there.

Anyone taking psychotropic drugs

shouldn't be fooling around
with altered states of consciousness.

Well, the lieutenant signed the release
form for human-use experiments.

But the only drug that he said
that he was taking was for an allergy.

Then he lied.

Lieutenant Niles McGrane
was under psychiatric care

for manic depression and anxiety,
and he didn't want the Navy to know.

He filled his prescriptions off-base

and didn't disclose his condition
to Admiral Spencer.

So how is it
that you know all of this, Bud?

Well, after I spoke to the pathologist,
I visited the widow.

Actually, I went to Mass with her
and lit a candle for her husband.

That's ethical, isn't it? To establish
a common ground with a witness?

It's fine, Bud.

Anyway,
based on preliminary test results,

the admiral convinced
Lieutenant McGrane

that he was a natural-born psychic.
He pushed him into volunteering.

So? He could've declined.

Yeah. You ever tried to say no
to an admiral, commander?

Well, I suspect it's only slightly harder
than saying no to a colonel.

- Anything else, Bud?
- Well, yes, sir.

I've been going over
the Stargazer's financial records,

and it looks like Admiral Spencer
has been diverting funds

from ELINT and COMINT
into the Psychic Warrior programme.

That's hardly incriminating.

As deputy director of Navy Intel,
he has the right to reallocate funds.

But he doesn't have the right
to violate medical protocol

in human-use experiments.

Wasn't the lieutenant at fault
for not disclosing his condition?

Why do you two find it necessary
to defend the admiral?

Why do you find it necessary
to continually attack him, colonel?

Because he takes unnecessary risks
with other men's lives.

Beg your pardon, colonel.

Admiral Chegwidden
would like to see all of you ASAP.

He wants to fight it.
Wants to go down with the ship.

He told me he had a dream
that someday Psychic Ops

would be as commonplace
as radar and satellites.

Enter.

At ease, at ease. I believe
you all know Admiral Linsenmeyer,

director of Naval Intelligence.

- Yes, sir.
- Admiral.

What's the state
of the investigation?

Admiral Spencer rushed Lieutenant
McGrane into Psychic Operations

before he received
medical clearance, sir.

In my book, that's negligence.

I'm authorising the convening
of a court-martial.

How long will it take
to prepare the charge sheet?

Well, it shouldn't take longer
than an hour, sir,

if that's how you wanna go.

Oh, no, no, no.
Not you, commander.

Admiral Spencer's requested
that you defend him.

He seems to think
you're on the same wavelength.

Colonel MacKenzie and Lieutenant
Roberts will handle the prosecution.

Prosecution, sir?

Being a JAG lawyer is not like going
to the Army-Navy game, lieutenant.

- You don't get to pick sides.
- Yes, sir.

Colonel, commander, you two
seem to understand each other.

And I hope you understand me.

Your job is to work this out
quickly and quietly

and with a minimum
of embarrassment to the Navy.

Actually, sir, my job now
is to exonerate Admiral Spencer.

What's going on, petty officer?

We're securing the lab
on orders from Colonel MacKenzie.

- She called half an hour ago.
- Sir.

They're planning
to make a bonfire of my work

so they can burn me as a warlock.

Well, sir, you wanted a fight.
Looks like we have one.

I had no choice.

If I slip quietly away into the night,
crucial research will be abandoned.

Right now, sir,
it's your freedom I'm worried about.

Admiral, it is my duty

to serve you with the charges
and specifications against you.

My counsel will answer the charges.

All I ask
is a chance to defend my work.

"Failure to obey orders
under Article 92 A-1,

dereliction of duty
under Article 92 A-3, and--"

Manslaughter.

A man is dead.

I miss you too.

I can't come up this weekend,
sweetheart.

Maybe at Christmas.

So are you dating
that bodacious Harmon Rabb yet?

No, no, actually.
That really would not be appropriate.

Hey, I had a dream last night
that the two of you got married,

and I was your flower girl.

Not all dreams come true.

Look, I'll talk to you
this weekend, okay?

- Okay. Love you.
- I love you too, Chloe.

Bye.

- How is your little sister, anyway?
- Wonderful.

But ever since
she found her real family,

I don't get to see her that much.

I miss her, Harm.

Anybody ever tell you
you have great maternal instincts?

Not as often as they've told me
I have a great karate chop.

Look, about yesterday.

There wasn't time to inform you
about the document seizure,

nor was I required.

Well, that's all right, colonel,
but if you're gonna play hardball,

you better be able to catch
as well as throw.

Meaning?

The admiral waives his right
to an Article 32 hearing.

- We're demanding a speedy trial.
- You don't think I'm ready?

Commander, I am ready
to run your client and his crystal ball

right out of the Navy
and into the brig.

Well, you may be,

but it is in the Navy's best interest
to put this case to rest.

I'm listening.

Drop all charges
against Admiral Spencer.

He will accept a letter of instruction.
No punitive measures.

He continues to run Stargazer,
but this time...

- This time, under strict supervision.
- You're dreaming.

Yeah, we'll drop the charges,

but the admiral resigns
and gives up his star.

- Harm, you can't do better than that.
- Yes, I can. I can win.

As director of Naval Intelligence,

I promulgated the rules
for all human-use experiments.

And Admiral Spencer
reported to you, sir?

He directed Operation Stargazer
under my supervision.

- At least, in theory.
- Meaning what, admiral?

I issued orders
to engage in operations

only with volunteers who had passed
rigorous mental and physical exams,

including drug screening.

Why the strict controls, admiral?

Forty years ago,

we learned the dangers
of human-use experiments with LSD

and truth serum.

We don't wanna repeat that again.

Did Admiral Spencer
follow your orders?

He did not.

He grabbed members of his staff
at random,

like a pickup softball game.

That's what he did
with Lieutenant McGrane.

Pushing him through Operations

before the drug screens came back
from the lab.

And it cost the man his life.

Your witness.

You don't believe in the paranormal,
do you?

- Objection. Irrelevant.
- It's relevant to bias, ma'am.

Overruled. You may answer
the question, admiral.

I don't exclude the possibility
of psychic phenomenon.

- Then you have an open mind, sir?
- Yes, I do, commander.

But as my grandpappy used to say:

"If you're too open-minded,
your brains will fall out."

Admiral, was there much competition
amongst your staff

to head up
the Psychic Warrior programme?

Hardly.

Harrison Spencer
was the only flag officer

who would even touch it.

In fact, sir, wouldn't you say

that directing Stargazer
was a career move

equivalent to running your cruiser
aground at the Statue of Liberty?

All I know
is Congress authorised the money,

and I needed someone
to run that programme.

- Or to fail, sir? So you could scrap it?
- Objection. Argumentative.

This is cross-examination.
I'll allow it.

Mister, I don't want
any of my officers to fail.

But, frankly, we could put the money
to better use in Electronic Intelligence

or Human Intelligence.

Admiral, are you familiar
with the Stargazer research reports?

Yes, of course.

Then, sir,
you're aware that some volunteers

were able to guess
whether a card would be

an ace, a deuce,
a heart or a diamond?

Substantially higher
than the odds of mere chance.

Oh, they were good at parlour games,
card tricks.

But unless we're playing gin rummy
with our enemies,

what good will it do us?

Admiral Spencer sent experimenters
into the field,

and some viewers in the lab
were able to see where they went, sir,

like the Washington Monument,
isn't that correct?

- Yes, it's happened.
- Then you would agree, admiral,

there is evidence
to suggest the existence of telepathy,

precognition
and other psychic phenomenon?

Perhaps.

But how do we use it?

When General Dozier was kidnapped
by the Red Brigade,

we got tips from a hundred psychics
all over the world.

A single psychic, one of ours,

saw where the general
was actually being held.

Now, that's one in a hundred.

When you've got a Navy SEAL team
ready to break down doors,

how do you know
which one to listen to?

Well, isn't that what Admiral Spencer
was trying to find out, sir?

Lieutenant Bouchard,

what is Admiral Spencer's nickname
among members of his staff?

I don't know about the others, ma'am,
but I call him sir.

Well, I'm sure you do.

But when no one else is present,
what is the admiral called?

Oh, come, now, lieutenant.
Nicknames are common in the military.

Thirty-One Knot Burke. Bull Halsey.
Chesty Puller.

Now, what's Admiral Spencer's?

Admiral Spoonbender, ma'am.

And why is that, lieutenant?

Admiral Spencer would invite us
to his house for barbecues.

He would pass out spoons and ask us
to bend them with mind power.

Did your spoon ever bend?

Only when my mind told my hand
to bend it, ma'am.

So, what other kinds of things went on
at these barbecues?

Firewalking, ma'am.

One time, after the admiral
was done cooking the burgers,

he overturned the grill,
and he brought out a guy

who could teach us
how to walk barefoot across hot coals.

He said if we kept yelling,
"It's cold, it's cold,"

it would be like walking on snow.

Was it like walking on snow,
lieutenant?

More like a footpath in hell, ma'am.

Your witness.

Lieutenant,
did you refer to Admiral Spencer

as Admiral Spoonbender?

Maybe once or twice, sir.

Lieutenant, are you familiar
with Article 89 under the UCMJ

which makes it a crime to show
disrespect to a superior officer?

Well, I never meant any disrespect
to the admiral.

It was kind of all in good fun.

Well, isn't that what Admiral Spencer
intended, lieutenant?

Sir? I don't--

The firewalking, the spoon bending,
weren't they meant as good fun?

Just activities to help the admiral's
staff bond outside of the office?

Well, I suppose so, sir.

Is it fair to say that you were
Lieutenant McGrane's best friend?

Yes, sir.

Were you aware that the lieutenant
was seeing a psychiatrist

and was taking
antidepressant drugs?

Yes, he told me.

Did you advise your best friend

to inform Admiral Spencer
of his treatment?

No, I didn't.

Did you inform the admiral
of your friend's condition?

No, sir.

Well, isn't it likely, lieutenant,

had you taken the initiative,
your friend would be alive today?

Objection. Irrelevant.

- It calls for a conclusion.
- Sustained.

Nothing further.

Then we are in recess for lunch.
All parties report back here at 1330.

When do I testify?

Well, sir,
I'm putting you on the stand last

so your words echo
in the members' ears

while they deliberate.

I can prove not only the existence
of psychic phenomenon,

but that we can harness the power
for strategic use.

Admiral.

Sir, our defence

is that you were doing important work
that may bear fruit one day.

That you cannot be legally responsible
for an accident beyond your control.

Let us not confuse the issue, sir,

by pulling tarot cards out
from behind the judge's ears.

Well, wouldn't it help our case
if I gave a demonstration?

- Of what, sir?
- My own psychic powers.

With all due respect, sir, no.

We'll wait in here, admiral.

- Colonel, you have an urgent call.
- Who is it, gunny?

Someone named Martha Anderson.
She said she's Chloe's grandmother.

- Martha, what is it?
- Oh, Sarah, thank God you're there.

Chloe went out riding,
and Scout came back without her.

Ma'am, I talked to the county sheriff.

They have search parties
out for Chloe.

The state police
kicked in some bloodhounds.

It's pretty rugged country.
There's no trace of her yet.

If you hear anything, come get me.
I don't care if I'm in closing argument.

Yes, ma'am.
Oh, and the sheriff faxed me this.

They're circulating these
in three counties.

- Thanks, gunny.
- Yes, ma'am.

Mac.

Hey, I just heard.

Look, if you wanna seek
a continuance, I'm not gonna object.

No. I don't know what else I could do
out there besides worry even more.

When we get the verdict,
I'll catch the first flight, but thanks.

May I see that, colonel?

You know, I have some experience

using remote viewing
to locate missing persons.

Please, sir. Don't even think about it.

Well, that's all that I was going to do.

Think about it.

There's always an element
of wishful thinking

when it comes to psychic testing.

Studies have shown

that when the testers
believe in the paranormal,

they get better results.

How do you account for that,
professor?

Well, in poker, we'd call it a tell.
It's an unintentional clue.

Some word or gesture
that tips off the subject.

Professor Pilkington,
have you had a chance

to review the scientific findings
of Operation Stargazer?

Well, I'm not so sure that I would
dignify the work by calling it scientific.

But, yes, I've had a chance
to look at the report.

Would you have an opinion
as to their accuracy?

No. Without verifying the controls
under which the tests are conducted,

it's impossible.
No scientist could accept it.

So the scientists
who wrote glowing reviews

about Operation Stargazer
were wrong?

And what scientists would they be?

Well, Professor Wiggen from Duke.

Dr. Holstrom
from the Helsinki Institute.

Wiggens is an agronomist.
Holstrom is a fraud.

Dr. Holstrom was nominated
for the Nobel Prize.

Well, anyone can be nominated
for anything.

Your Honour,
may I confer with my co-counsel?

I suggest that you do.

- Sit down, Bud.
- Yes, ma'am.

No further questions.

You flip, professor. I'll call.

Heads.

- Heads it is.
- One more time, please.

Tails.

Heads. I guess you're not a psychic.

Now, what if somebody with
the powers of telekinesis were to try?

There's no such thing.

No one can control inanimate objects
by mind power.

And yet
several Stargazer volunteers

exceeded numbers
far greater than statistical probability.

Well, if you give typewriters
to enough monkeys,

they'll eventually compose
all the works of Shakespeare. It's...

It wouldn't shock me

if one or two of the subjects
exceeded probability.

If you were to flip this coin
a thousand times,

what are the odds
it will come up heads 900 times?

Well, that would be one chance in...

One in six
times ten to the 162nd power.

That's a number greater
than all the grains of sand

on all the beaches of the world.

It simply couldn't happen.

Well, professor,
explain how two Stargazer subjects

were able to exceed 900
out of 1,000 correct calls

when attempting
to influence the results?

Well, the only explanation
is that their numbers are wrong,

either through intentional fraud
or negligent controls.

Oh, I see, professor.

Because you refuse
to believe in an event

that defies our current
scientific understanding,

that event must not have happened.

You're asking me to prove a negative.
That psychic phenomena doesn't exist.

I challenge Admiral Spencer to prove
it does exist to a scientific certainty.

Is there a Supreme Being,
professor?

- What?
- Do you believe in God?

Objection. Irrelevant.

Well, the witness did take an oath
to tell the truth,

so help him God.

Although I suspect Commander Rabb
has other fish to fry.

I'll allow it.

Yes.

I believe in God.

Could you punch up
on your calculator

the equation
that proves God's existence

to a scientific certainty, professor?

I can't do that. I take it on faith.

The greatest paranormal force
in the universe you take on faith?

Well, somebody had to create
the laws of science, counsellor.

Well, maybe he also created people
who could break them, professor.

Nothing further.

I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't allow my
personal feelings to affect my work.

It won't be necessary to gag you
before going to court tomorrow?

No, ma'am. But thank you, ma'am.
Thank you.

- Anything, gunny?
- No, ma'am.

But they're doing the best they can.
They added a chopper to the search.

What else?

Well, they're expecting a freeze
tonight, so hypothermia's a danger.

But the sheriff says
there are caves in the area,

so she might be able to find shelter.

Well, Chloe's strong, and she's smart,
so she won't give up.

Colonel.

How are things going?

Fine, sir. Proved a prima facie case.

I meant Chloe.

I'm monitoring the situation, sir.

Really?

Yeah. The sheriff
is doing everything possible.

- And...
- Hey, Mac.

Even Marines can show emotion,
especially when it's warranted.

I feel so helpless, sir.

Well, that, colonel,
is the nature of love.

Admiral Spencer, how did you become
the director of Operation Stargazer?

The programme was an orphan.
No one else at Intel would go near it.

Did you have an interest
in the paranormal at the time, sir?

No. Not at the time.

I didn't truly understand
the significance of the programme

until I reviewed the classified files.

I'm gonna ask you directly, sir.

Did you disobey
Admiral Linsenmeyer's orders

regarding safeguards
for remote-viewing operations?

No, I did not.

I ordered that all subjects,
including Lieutenant McGrane,

undergo mental and physical exams,
including the drug screening.

If I made a mistake,
it was in believing the lieutenant.

Had I known
he had mental problems

and was taking heavy doses
of antidepressants,

I never would've allowed him
to go under.

There is nothing,

absolutely nothing,
more important to me

than the welfare of my personnel.

- Not even Stargazer, sir?
- Not even Stargazer.

Thank you, admiral.

Nothing further.

Admiral, at the time
of the remote-viewing operation

that claimed
Lieutenant McGrane's life,

were you aware
that Congress was considering

whether to continue funding
Psychic Operations?

Yes, I was.

You needed a new star to show off
to the Appropriations Subcommittee,

didn't you?

It would've helped the cause, yes.

And that's why you rushed Lieutenant
McGrane into Psychic Operations?

No. No, no.
We had many promising candidates.

Everyone has a certain amount
of psychic ability.

- And that would include you, sir?
- Yes.

- To some extent.
- Admiral, who's gonna win

- the Super Bowl this season?
- I don't know.

Well, what about this week's
winning lottery numbers, sir?

Objection, Your Honour.

This case has nothing to do
with the admiral's psychic abilities.

I gave you considerable leeway
with the prosecution witnesses,

Commander Rabb. I'll allow it.

- The lottery numbers, sir?
- Doesn't work that way, colonel.

Numbers are particularly difficult
to fathom

through telepathy and precognition.

Pity.
Tell us about firewalking, admiral.

Did you have your staff
prance across coals in your backyard?

I invited them to try.
It was totally voluntary.

Did you also tell them
that it was mind over matter, sir?

That if they thought it was cold,
they wouldn't get burned?

There is an element of biofeedback
in firewalking.

Is there, admiral?
Or is it just that coals

are inefficient at conducting heat?

Like when you touch a cake
in a 500-degree oven

and your finger doesn't get burnt.

Isn't the explanation scientific
and not paranormal?

I don't really know where science ends
and the paranormal begins.

Apparently not.

At these firewalking events,

did you also bend spoons
with mind power?

Sometimes.

May I borrow this, Your Honour?

It is government property,
counsellor.

I doubt it'll be any worse for wear
when we're done with it.

So tell me, admiral,

can you bend this spoon
with mind power?

Objection, Your Honour.
This is irrelevant.

As I recall, commander,

you were in here yesterday
flipping coins.

Now, your client can try
and bend this spoon if he wishes,

or he can decline.

He declines, ma'am.

Your Honour, I have a right
to get an answer from this witness.

Can you bend this spoon, admiral?

- Yes.
- Ma'am, we would like a recess.

No, we wouldn't.

It's my neck on the chopping block.

I'm afraid you're outranked,
commander.

I...

I can't do it.

Admiral, this morning,
you told this court

that you could bend a spoon
with your mind.

Yes. Yes. I never should've tried.

Can you tell us why you failed, sir?

Sometimes psychic phenomena can
be summoned at will, but often not.

And a courtroom is hardly the place

to demonstrate the powers
of the subconscious.

Why is that, sir?

I suppose, too many stimuli,
too many distractions.

But you have succeeded in the past,
haven't you, sir?

Yes. I have. And I've remote-viewed.

And I have picked the suits of cards

at a rate 30 percent better
than pure chance.

But I've also failed.

It's the nature of the phenomena.

Now, doesn't this limit the usefulness
of Operation Stargazer, admiral?

Yes, of course.

But psychic research
is still in its infancy.

Given enough time and support,
who knows what we can accomplish?

I deeply regret
the death of Lieutenant McGrane.

And I would do anything
to turn back the clock.

But I pray that the Navy
will not use this terrible accident

to destroy all the work
that we've done

and close the door
on what remains to be done.

Thank you, sir.

Ma'am.

If psychic research
is in its infancy, admiral,

isn't that all the more reason to avoid
potentially dangerous operations

in uncharted waters?

You know, at some point,

every explorer,
from Columbus to John Glenn,

has to sail uncharted waters.

But you shoved off
without a compass, admiral.

- Objection.
- Sustained.

So, what was it in this courtroom

that kept you from demonstrating
your psychic powers?

I'm not really sure,

but a quiet, meditative place
would be better.

So a bunker on a battlefield,
or a flight deck on a carrier,

probably wouldn't be the best place
for Psychic Warrior?

- Probably not.
- But it's not noisy in here, is it, sir?

Well, even the buzz
of some electric lights

can interfere with brain waves.

Lights?

- They seem quiet to me, sir.
- Objection. Argumentative.

Sustained. Questions, counsellor.

Admiral, do you hear things,
see things, that the rest of us don't?

Sir?

Admiral, are you all right?

Yes, Your Honour.

Question withdrawn.
Nothing further.

You may step down, admiral.

- Commander?
- The defence rests, ma'am.

Very well.
We're in recess for 30 minutes.

We'll hear closing arguments
when we reconvene.

You may step down, admiral.

They've checked all the caves
in these two areas here.

Colonel. As you were.

Admiral, it's improper for us to speak
without your lawyer present.

- This isn't about the case.
- That doesn't matter. Under--

It's about Chloe.

- What about her?
- I saw her.

Last night, I tried, but couldn't.

Then, just now, on the witness stand,
I saw a covered bridge.

An old wooden bridge
over a dry stream with white rocks.

Chloe's under it.
She's cold and tired and hungry.

But she's alive.

You expect me to act
on your hallucinations, sir?

Even if you don't believe it.

Please.

Tell the people
who are looking for her.

I'd call the sheriff, ma'am.

It's crazy what people do
when they get desperate, you know?

They turn to quacks and con artists.

What if that takes the searchers away
from real leads?

There aren't any leads, ma'am.
They've come to a dead end.

You don't really believe in all this,
do you, gunny?

In our living room at home,

my mother has a painting
of Santa Teresa de �vila,

a mystic before the Church
turned her into a saint.

On Sundays,
I pray to the guy that walks on water.

Who knows, colonel?

- Call the sheriff.
- Yes, ma'am.

Discipline is the heart
of any military organisation.

Obedience is its soul.

The most basic principle of the military
is that a lawful order must be obeyed.

We have proved
that Admiral Harrison Spencer

violated a lawful order
to restrict Psychic Operations

to personnel who had passed
rigorous medical exams.

By disobeying that order,
he recklessly endangered lives.

He committed
a culpable act of negligence

that caused the death
of Lieutenant Niles McGrane.

Which was a tragedy,
but would never have occurred

if Lieutenant McGrane
had disclosed his medical condition.

So let us not compound that tragedy

by destroying the life
of a dedicated senior officer.

The Navy assigned Admiral Spencer
the task of running a programme

that nobody wanted to touch.

He accepted that job
with commitment and enthusiasm.

Now, it doesn't matter if you think

that Admiral Spencer
is a brilliant visionary

or a naive dreamer.

He is not legally responsible
for the death of Lieutenant McGrane.

Thank you.

What does it mean
when they're out this long?

Well, sir,
sometimes it's good for the defence.

And sometimes they're just arguing
over what to order for dinner.

The sheriff just called, ma'am.

There are four covered bridges
in the immediate area.

You told them what I saw?

Two of the bridges
are over dry streams.

Did they find her?

They checked all four.
There's no trace of her, admiral.

- Thank you for trying, gunny.
- Yes, ma'am.

You can catch a flight out of Nashville
as soon as the verdict's in.

Thank you, admiral.
I know you meant well.

Maybe I just wanted to believe.

Maybe I was wrong
about everything.

The defence shall rise.

You may publish the findings.

Admiral Harrison Spencer,

on the specification
of involuntary manslaughter,

this court-martial finds you not guilty.

On the specifications
of dereliction of duty

and failure to obey the order
to restrict Psychic Operations

to personnel who pass
rigorous medical examinations,

this court-martial finds you guilty.

Commander, I assume you'll wish

to present evidence
of extenuation and mitigation?

Yes, ma'am.

Then we stand in recess
until sentencing, 0900, Monday.

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- Oh, thank you, Sarah, for coming.
- Any news, Martha?

No, but they're going to be searching
through the night.

- I've been so worried.
- Me too.

But I feel better just seeing you here.

God, I hate to think of her out
on a night like this.

I know, Sarah.

But we'll just have to pray
she's all right.

Oh, no.

It's too big to move.

I'll back it up.

- We'll have to take Highway 60.
- No.

What?

The searchers looked here?

At least twice.

I've seen this place.

What are you doing?

- Did Chloe ride here?
- Sometimes on an old logging trail.

But the searchers looked.

Chloe?

Chloe?

- Chloe?
- Here.

Chloe.

Grandma.

Are you all right, child?
Oh, there, there.

I feel like such a dweeb.

Scout threw me,
and I sprained my ankle.

And he just left me there.

It was so dark, and there were some
weird noises coming out of the woods.

And I was so scared.

And I thought
a bear was gonna eat me,

so I went into a cave.

And it was so cold that I couldn't sleep.
And I'm dying for a pizza.

But you're okay.

I was really scared.

Baby.

- Come on, pumpkin.
- Come on. Come on. Come on.

What do you say
we go get that pizza, huh?

- Double anchovies?
- Yeah.

Watch your step.

Mac. I heard they found Chloe.

- Great news.
- Thanks, Harm.

- Congratulations, colonel.
- Thank you, admiral.

This is my list of witnesses
for the admiral's sentencing hearing.

- They'll all attest to his long--
- Not necessary.

I'm gonna recommend that the admiral
be spared confinement

and be permitted to retire at full rank.

Thank you, colonel.

You found her.

You had a vision.

What'd you see, ma'am?

So who's gonna win
the Super Bowl, Mac?