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Man, you got the air all the way up?

Yeah, it's throwing snowballs.

It ain't the heat that's sweating you.

I can't believe we're carrying it.

Who the hell thought this one up?

Probably some computer nerd
in Washington

who ran about a million
different scenarios.

You know, when you think about it,
it makes sense.

- Who'd believe we'd move it by mail?
- Yeah.

- What was that?
- What?

Sounds like a flat.

- What the hell?
- That was a Marine Huey.

I can't see. Hold on.

Go. Go. Go.

Let's go.

We get it?

We got it, colonel.

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

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb Jr.

Suffered a crash while landing
his Tomcat

on a storm-tossed carrier at sea.

Diagnosed with night blindness,

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

which investigates, defends
and prosecutes the law of the sea.

There, as a JAG lawyer, he now fights
in and out of the courtroom

with the same daring and tenacity
that made him a top gun in the air.

Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb
distinguished himself

with actions beyond the call of duty.

Sustaining heavy damage
from enemy fire, but believing

that Captain Boone was alive
but unconscious in the front seat,

Lieutenant Rabb
steadfastly refused to eject.

And despite his known
night-vision impairment

successfully completed an extremely
difficult night carrier landing.

Lieutenant Rabb's flying skills
and valorous actions

are in the finest traditions
of the Naval services

and reflect great credit upon himself,
Naval Aviation,

the JAG Corps
and the United States Navy.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb,

you may single-handedly
give lawyers a good name.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you, Mr. President.

- Well done, commander.
- Thank you, sir.

- Very well done, sir.
- Don't overdo it, Mr. Roberts.

He's a naval aviator.

With his wings comes an ego
as big as an admiral's.

One or two stars, sir?

I was joking, sir.

Lieutenant JAGs
don't joke with admirals, son.

It could get him transferred
to a supply ship in the Aleutians.

Joking is strictly
an admiral's privilege.

Yes, sir.

So you joined JAG, Bud?

Yes, sir.
I'm attending law school at night.

When he gets a night off.

I'm assigning him
to your section, commander.

My section, sir?

He's here because
Lieutenant Austin recommended him

as a legal aide
before she transferred out.

You disagree?

No, sir.

Mr. Roberts
will make a fine aide, admiral.

You're not staying
for the reception, sir?

No. Neither are you.

- Afternoon, admiral.
- Afternoon.

Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb.
Major Sarah MacKenzie.

Mac.

Harm.

You two know each other?

- Yes, sir.
- No, sir.

Oh, I'm sorry, major.

Of course I don't know you.
I just had a moment of d�j� vu.

It must be the uniform.

No, actually, she was in the Navy.

Don't get too familiar.
You're gonna work together.

Mr. Roberts, do you know
any military protocol

for entering a vehicle
with a senior officer?

Sir, yes, sir. One of the first things
I learned at NROTC.

When entering a vehicle
with a senior officer,

junior officer enters first
and senior officer last,

so that when exiting the vehicle,
the senior officer can exit first

and the junior officer last.

You're the junior officer, Bud.

Yes, sir.

I assume something's up
involving Marines?

A U.S. Mail truck was attacked
crossing the Marine air station

outside Yuma this morning.

By Marines?

Well, that's what the FBI agents
in the mail truck claim.

I don't believe it.

Neither does the Marine CO
in Yuma,

but that's not gonna satisfy
the president,

the press,
and most important of all, me.

Well, what were FBI agents
doing in a mail truck?

Guarding
the Declaration of Independence.

Yeah.

Get that chopper over my shoulder.

Corporal, swing it around to the left.

FBI helicopters have been seen
flying down State Road 319,

which has been blocked
by local law-enforcement officers

with the assistance
of Marines from the air station

since early this morning
when reliable sources claim

a nuclear-weapon convoy
was hijacked.

- Local residents say these convoys
- How about that?

Have become commonplace
over the past year

as the military reduces
their nuclear arsenal

to comply
with nuclear-reduction treaties.

Attention on deck.

Most of the nuclear weapons that had
been transported through this area

- are intercontinental...
- As you were.

Well, I see
it's already been leaked to ZNN.

Not exactly, admiral.

I planted a leak that a nuclear weapon
was stolen and ZNN bought it.

Oh, that makes me feel better,
Mr. Webb.

Coffee please, Petty Officer Tiner.

Right away, sir.

Introduce yourselves
to Clayton Webb,

special assistant
to the undersecretary,

who has point on this for State.

More than point, admiral.

The Declaration of Independence
is a federal document.

It's a State Department
investigation.

With the cooperation

of the Judge Advocate General's
Corps, of course.

Just call us JAG, Mr. Webb.
It's not such a mouthful.

Rabb. So State lost it?

We didn't lose it, Mr. Rabb.
We had it stolen by Marines.

MacKenzie.
Assuming they were Marines.

- Roberts.
- The hijackers were in a Marine Huey,

wore Marine camo
and used Marine Recon tactics.

If they're not Marines,
they used to be.

And as you people
in the Corps like to say,

there's no such thing
as an ex-Marine.

Or an ex-CIA agent.

Why was it being shipped?

Exposure to ultraviolet rays
over the years

has caused what was thought
to be irreparable damage.

Winton Labs in San Diego
has developed

a molecular-reconstruction process
to restore the parchment.

Assuming the hijackers
weren't Marines,

who could they be?

The FBI is investigating
a troublesome militia group

out of Idaho called The Defenders.

It's led
by an ex-Marine Recon colonel.

- What's this colonel's name?
- O'Hara.

Colonel Matthew O'Hara.

You know him, major?

He was one of the few Marines
to come out of Vietnam

with a Medal of Honour
around his neck,

instead of his widow's.

What the hell's this?

My fellow countrymen.

This morning, we, The Defenders,

took into safekeeping
the Declaration of Independence.

- This document declares
- My God.

- we have certain inalienable rights.
- He's on ZNN.

Not the least of which
is the right of the people

to alter or abolish a government
that ceases to meet their will.

Is it the will of the people
to have drugs poison our youth?

To have gangs rule our streets?

To live in fear in our skies,
our cities and our homes?

Why does the most powerful country
on the face of the Earth

allow these horrors to persist?

It is time for that bureaucracy
in Washington

that calls itself a government
to remember

that they are empowered
to serve the will of the people.

To that end, we, The Defenders,

pledge, as did our Founding Fathers,
our lives, our fortunes

and our sacred honour.

- The video you just received...
- Colonel O'Hara?

Yes, sir.

You realize the resources
they had to have to pull that off?

Well, actually, all they'd have to do

is commandeer the satellite uplink
the reporter was using.

Tiner, give me the CO
of the Marine Air Station in Yuma.

Yes, sir.

He's got brass. I'll give him that.

He's a traitor and should be shot.

Since when did we start
shooting Americans

for saying what they think?

He's advocating anarchy, major.

And there are plenty
of right-wing nutcases

looking for a voice like his to follow.

I don't think he's an extremist.

He stole the damn
Declaration of Independence.

That's pretty extreme in my book.

I agree with Commander Rabb.

I think the colonel
can be negotiated with.

For what? Free time on TV?

He's already got that.

Webb.

The colonel's committed
a crime on military property

and worse, tainted all of us
by being a former Marine.

Now, the only way
we're gonna salvage any credibility

is to bring him in ourselves.

I agree, sir.

- Let's do it.
- Aye, sir.

That was the FBI.

Your patriot, who wants
the will of the people served,

just contacted us
with a slightly different message.

He'll return
the Declaration of Independence

in exchange for $500 million.

No need to apologize, General Pike.
It's not your fault.

Well, Mr. Roberts, you were right.

Three men posing as FBI agents

commandeered
the ZNN uplink truck at the hijack site.

Marines, FBI,
and every law-enforcement officer

in a hundred mile radius
are in on the hunt,

so why do I feel
like they're all eating dust?

Because Colonel O'Hara wrote
the book on desert warfare, sir.

Did they give a deadline
on the exchange?

- No.
- That's surprising.

- How's the swap to be made?
- They wouldn't say.

Wanted to know
if we were willing first.

- Are we?
- It's not my call, admiral.

I've got a jet on the tarmac
waiting for the three of us.

Four.

Mr. Roberts seems to have some
knowledge that might be of value.

Sir, yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
I appreciate the admiral's confidence.

I'll do my best to live up
to the JAG standard of excellence.

- Don't change my mind, son.
- No, sir.

Admiral, this officer
doesn't have any skills I need.

He has enthusiasm, Mr. Webb,

and knowledge
that's already proved useful.

Now, this may be your investigation,
but it's my Navy.

He goes.

I guess being adversarial
comes from being a lawyer, admiral.

No. From being a SEAL.

Takeoff's in one hour.

Let's don't judge
Mr. Webb too harshly.

No doubt transporting
the Declaration of Independence

was his responsibility.
And if it's not recovered,

he'll be spending his mornings
reading the classifieds.

Yes, sir.

And so will the three of you.

Dismissed.

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

Do you have anything to pick up?

I'm a Marine, Harm. First to go.

We always keep a packed bag
in the car.

Well, I guess that's the difference
between sailors and Marines.

I keep golf clubs in my car.

You can fill me in
on your colonel while I grab my gear.

What do you mean, "my colonel"?

You're both Marines aren't you?
It's just a figure of speech.

Come on, major.
We only have an hour.

Fifty-seven minutes.

Interesting.

Don't judge an apartment
by its elevator.

Apartment?
It's more like a storage facility.

Oh, actually, it's a little bit of both.

- Cold drinks are in the fridge.
- Thanks.

What do you call this decor?

Priorities.

Finishing my apartment
is low on the list.

Interesting use of a fridge.

I haven't had time to hook it up yet.

I think you just plug it in.

No outlet.

Ever think of hiring an electrician?

I like to do things myself.

I have a feeling
your colonel is a lot like that.

Well, that's the second time
you called him my colonel.

And don't tell me
it's just a figure of speech.

This will keep them from drying out.

Cuban cigars are illegal.

What? Are you gonna turn me in?

No. But it gives me insight
into your character.

Boy, you are tough.

Colonel O'Hara teach you that
when you served under him?

I never served under him.

But you know him?

Every Marine knows him.
He's a legend in the Corps.

And why would a legend steal

the Declaration of Independence
for money?

He wouldn't. Material things
were never important to him.

You do know him.
And not just as a legend.

We have 33 minutes, commander.

How do you do that?

I've got great timing.

Reaction from the White House
and Congress

was surprisingly mild considering
the magnitude of the theft.

This may be due

to an apparent groundswell
of sympathy for Colonel O'Hara,

according to a number of polls,
including our own here at ZNN.

Although most Americans
said the Declaration

should immediately be returned,
four out of five believe

that the colonel
should not be imprisoned.

He seems to have touched a common
thread in the American psyche.

Oh, they love you, colonel.

It's not me. It's the words.

They've forgotten the words
and I simply reminded them. That's all.

I think you're underestimating
the impression you made, sir.

America has a very short
attention span, captain.

We're nothing
more than breaking news.

We'll be as forgotten
as Gorbachev in a year

if we don't keep reminding them.

I disagree.

America's looking for a hero to follow.
You're it.

If you call for action
against the government,

the people would act.

Captain Cahill,
I didn't spend 32 years

defending this country
to lead an insurrection.

My goal is to wake Washington,
not set it aflame.

With all due respect, sir,
if it gains us our objective,

what's the difference?

All the difference in the world,
captain.

Your way is treason.
Mine is loyal opposition.

With your permission,
I'll check the perimeter.

Permission granted.

It is time for that bureaucracy
in Washington

that calls itself a government,
to remember

that they are empowered
to serve the will of...

Notice how crisp and well lit he is?

He was shot with a digital Betacam
and halogen lighting.

He's right. They got their hands
on broadcast-quality gear.

Big-buck stuff.

Where'd you learn this, Bud?

Night school.

I've been taking a soft-war course
called Sat, Lies and Video Rape.

What?

It's a play on the movie title
Sex, Lies and Videotape.

"Sat" is short for "satellite."

"Lies" is self-explanatory

and "Video Rape"
is the process by which...

- I get it.
- I thought you were taking law courses.

It's an elective.

How's he gonna make
his next broadcast?

He can't commandeer
the ZNN uplink again.

He doesn't have to. He's news.
We'll let him have it any time he wants.

Well, he's not gonna show up here.

Well, he probably
has his own satellite uplink, sir.

He can broadcast
to ZNN from anywhere.

Can we locate him
when he transmits?

Not precisely, sir.

His transponder will have
a 2000-mile footprint.

Of course, we could use Rivet Joint
to narrow that down.

Excuse me. What's Rivet Joint?

That's classified.

Maybe we should continue
this conversation outside.

- Thank you.
- Anytime, commander.

You just earned yourself
a flight back to Washington, mister.

Take it easy, Webb.
He didn't give him anything.

Rivet Joint is super secret.

No, it's not.

There was a story on it
in Aviation Week last month.

There was?

We're working on that leak.

Someone care to fill me in?

Rivet Joint is an electronic
surveillance aircraft

we've been using in the drug war.

I've got it standing by.

If he uplinks to anyone
for more than 30 seconds,

we'll nail his location.

I want that uplink van confiscated

and the news crew held
incommunicado as material witnesses.

- Yes, sir.
- You're making a mistake, Webb.

No, Lieutenant Roberts did.

If that local reporter
mentions Rivet Joint,

the colonel will know my game plan.

He wasn't a local reporter, sir.
He was from Atlanta.

Didn't you recognize him?

Keep him away from me.

Thank you, sir. Ma'am.

Next time, think before
you engage your mouth, Bud.

Aye, sir.

Harm, the investigation could
move faster if we split our time.

How about if I interview General Pike
and you check the hijack site?

Makes sense.
We'll meet back at the base.

Have someone
stow our gear in the BOQ.

Will do.

Maybe I should go with you, ma'am?

- Good idea.
- No.

The general may speak
more freely to a fellow Marine.

Let's move it.

Take me back.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

You and Lieutenant Roberts
check the site.

- I've decided to go with the major.
- Why?

I get airsick.

- What's up?
- You're headed the wrong way.

The base is south.

You wanna tell me
what you're up to?

I must have got turned around.

You know where Colonel O'Hara's
gone to ground, don't you?

- How would l...?
- Damn it, major, enough.

I'm not a fool. Who is he to you?

Colonel O'Hara's my uncle.

Colonel O'Hara is your uncle
and you didn't tell me?

I thought you knew
and were playing it cagey.

I'm not that devious, Mac.

Yeah, well, somebody is.

I got pulled off a double-murder case
to work this investigation

and I doubt it was
because of my vast experience

with mail holdups in Arizona.

Well, it wasn't the admiral.
He shoots straight from the shoulder.

Webb, on the other hand,
is probably devious taking a leak.

- Who are you calling?
- Admiral Chegwidden.

Wait a minute.

What happens when you tell him
that Colonel O'Hara's my uncle?

He'll ask you where he might be.

And I'll refuse to answer.

I wouldn't do that, Mac.
Not to Admiral Chegwidden.

He's liable to charge you
with dereliction of duty.

And he'd have every right.

So please, don't make the call.

Then I'll be the one
withholding information.

If Webb and that FBI swat team
get ahold of him,

who knows what will happen.

So far, no one's been hurt.

Give me a chance
to keep it that way.

Let me reason
with my uncle, please.

Only if I go with you.

Impossible. I don't know his militia.

They might believe me going
to join him, but not two of us.

Okay. You go.

I said, okay.

- Hello?
- Bud, are you alone?

Yes, sir. I am, sir.

How are things?

Weird, sir.

Mr. Webb is spending
all his time in an FBI van

that's sprouting more antennas
than the ants crawling up my leg.

What kind of antennas?

Well...

Little black ones, sir.

It's about a half an inch long
with tiny, hairy feelers that...

On the van, Bud.

Oh, the works, sir.

I'd say they're capable
of scanning everything

from smoke signals to satellites.

Well, it sounds like Mr. Webb
has found a place to stay cool.

I wouldn't know, sir.
He won't let me in.

Look at the positive side, Bud.

As long as Webb's in the van,
he isn't bugging us.

Are you on to something, sir?

No.
We took a wrong turn and we got lost.

We're gonna look for a place to eat,
and then head back to the base.

I could use a little of that, sir.

You're not far from Yuma.
There's got to be pizza delivery.

Good idea, sir.

And Bud,
if Webb starts getting to you,

you have my permission
to exercise an admiral's privilege.

Understood, sir.

Stay cool, lieutenant.

You're right.

Webb had you assigned
to the investigation

in hopes
you'd lead him to your uncle.

He's probably monitoring
our cell phones.

He may even have a bug in this car.

We'll have to ditch it
and pick up another one.

Mr. Roberts.

- Yes, sir.
- What are you doing?

I'm afraid that's classified, sir.

I believe my clearance
is higher than yours, lieutenant.

Can you verify that, sir?

Take my word for it.

Yes, sir. I was counting satellites.

- What?
- Well, NASA developed it.

All that's required is 20/20 vision and
the ability to stare directly into the sun.

By moving your hand rapidly
up and down,

you create a shutter effect
which freezes the images

of distant objects onto the iris.

With a little bit of practice,
you're able to distinguish

between satellites, planes,
birds, escaping party balloons.

All I'm doing is going blind.

Well, that's why
they stopped using it, sir.

All tied up here at Camden Yards.
Bottom of the ninth, two outs.

Two-two pitch.

Low and away...

Admiral, sir.
Colonel O'Hara is back on ZNN.

- Count full.
- On a three-two pitch.

Birds trying to hang on here.

- that government has authority
only because the people permit it.

Your overwhelmingly
positive response

has struck fear
into the heart of the bureaucracy.

In desperation, they have leaked
a rumour to the media

that The Defenders are willing
to exchange

the Declaration of Independence
for a half billion dollars.

That is a government lie.

- All we require for the safe return
- He's not gonna stay on long.

Of this document are elected officials
who are willing to put the needs

of the people above their own.

- That was Colonel Matthew O'Hara...
- Did we get a fix?

Somewhere in the Four Corners.

That's over a thousand square miles
of desert.

He wasn't on long enough
to pinpoint.

- He slides. He's safe.
- Unbelievable.

When's the last time you saw
an inside-the-park home run?

Oh, my. This place is going cra...

- Forty-six seconds, sir.
- That's good.

I've never been this close to anything
worth half a billion bucks before.

Is that all the civvies you packed?

Well, yeah. I didn't know
I was going undercover as your date.

Oh, is that the story
I'm supposed to tell my uncle?

Yeah, you tell him
we were on a camping trip,

you saw him on TV and
you thought you'd pop in for a visit.

Hey, there's a bed back here.

So?

Well, it fits our cover story.

Hey, I'd top her off if I was you.

She is a guzzler.

Besides, there's not another station
for 74 miles that way.

It gets me everybody
with less than half a tank.

That is a big one coming.

You folks look out for flash flooding.

Any bank will honour this?

It's a Navy voucher. Good as cash.

I'm not doing nothing illegal, am I?

What could be illegal
about renting your pickup?

Well, I don't know.
But I don't wanna do nothing illegal.

Not for no 200 bucks.

You mind telling me
where we're going?

North.

I figured that much out for myself.

I'm taking you with me.
Isn't that good enough?

Not if you try and lose me
first chance you get.

The colonel must be
one hell of an uncle.

He raise you or something?

Or something.

I'm just trying to understand

why a Marine officer
would lay it all on the line.

He's a man
with strong personal convictions.

I was talking about you, major.

That's a very nice smile

and I'm sure most of the time
it gets you what you want.

But I don't know you, commander.

So if you don't mind, I'll keep
my personal reasons to myself.

I keep forgetting I don't know you.

D�j� vu again?

Only whenever I see your face
or hear you talk.

I wouldn't know about your smile.
I haven't seen one yet.

Well, there's not much
to smile about.

I guess not.

Sounds like I have a twin out there.

Not anymore.

Thank God. It's still here.

I don't see any buildings.

They were razed years ago.

And what was left, the desert took,
except for this old sign.

Hey, this is my kind of place.

"Eats, live rattlesnakes
and UFO information."

About a mile out there
is Red Rock Mesa.

That's where
we used to look for them.

What? UFOs or rattlesnakes?

- Ichnites.
- Ich-what?

Ichnites. Dinosaur tracks.

Much more fun
than hunting their bones.

The tracks tell the story.

Were they hunting,
running, playing?

I never thought of dinosaurs playing.

Isn't it a hell of a long shot,
him being up there, Mac?

No. There's a huge cave.

We camped out for a month
and never saw another soul.

A month hunting dinosaur tracks?

And drying out.

The colonel's an alcoholic?

No. I am.

I haven't had a drink since I was 19,
thanks to him.

So how do we get up there?

Only two ways. By climbing or helo.

Too dark to climb,
so unless we sprout wings,

he'll have to come to us.

How do we get him to do that?

We let him know you're here.

Colonel, there's lights
flashing in the desert.

Looks like some kind of signal, sir.

It's Morse code, sir.

S-O-S. S...

Sorry, sir. I can't make out the rest.

A-R-A-H.

Help.

Sarah?

What if my uncle thinks it's a trap?

He's Marine Recon. He'll scope us.

And we won't even know it.

You hear that?

It's a Huey.

- Mac.
- Uncle Matt.

Who's your prisoner?

It's so pure and simple.

And we've spent
over 200 years complicating it.

Times are more complicated,
Uncle Matt.

Truth is never complicated.
Right and wrong is never complicated.

Sometimes it is.

Very complicated. Like right now.

Sarah, you didn't come here
to join me, did you?

Uncle Matt, what did you expect
Washington to do?

Agree with you on ZNN?

Say that they're a bunch
of self-preserving bureaucrats

and promise to change?

I'm not naive, Sarah.

Well, then why did you do it?

Because I saw the torch lying there
and no one was picking it up.

Maybe she's really his niece,

like she says,
come to join us, like she says.

Maybe she really captured the guy
who was tailing her, like she says.

Or maybe it's just a cover story
for our benefit.

Maybe they're really feds
here to do a little trading.

The colonel ain't gonna
trade it for money.

We're not talking about money, Garret.
We are talking half a billion.

I could buy God for half a billion.

Don't you go getting blasphemous.

Okay. Maybe not God.

But at least the pope.

How long does it take to eat?

That depends.
Is this major a looker?

- Seven-point-six.
- Wait. Wait.

You break it down into tenths?

I use the Richter scale.

He's back up on his cell phone.

- Hello?
- Thelma, Billie.

I ain't talking to you, Billie.
Not after Saturday night.

- And here I was about to offer
- That's not Rabb.

To take you to Yuma for breakfast.

- Where? At Mickey D's?
- No.

I was thinking about breakfast in bed
at the Desert Inn.

Where'd you get the money?

It's Commander Rabb's cell phone.

The Navy rented my pickup
for 200 bucks.

What the devil
are you talking about, Billie?

Said he didn't want to get his car
all scratched up in the scrub.

What?

What's happening?

Rabb and MacKenzie jumped ship
and I'm gonna court-martial them for it.

- Sir? Sir?
- Let's go.

Looks like they know
where the colonel's hiding.

They switched vehicles
so we can't track them.

How were you tracking them?

How were you tracking them, sir?

Admiral's privilege.

- I'm going.
- The hell you are.

I go or Admiral Chegwidden learns

that you were wiretapping
his JAG team.

How else could you know
about admiral's privilege?

Under chapter 13, section 5.2,
subheading alpha

of the Code of Conduct
for federal investigations

involving military personnel,
wiretapping is prohibited

- by any agency or individual who...
- Get in, damn it.

Get in.

Captain, break camp
and load the Declaration into the helo.

- What's up, sir?
- This position's been compromised.

We're pulling out at dawn.

What about him, sir?

By the time he climbs down to the road
and finds a phone, we'll be long gone.

Yes, sir.

I hope you realize
that Sarah only took you prisoner

because it was the safest course
of action for you.

Well, I'd like to think
that was the reason, sir.

Believe me, commander, it was.

I love Sarah for coming here
as she did,

but it was a foolish thing to do.

It must be a family trait, colonel.

Perhaps it is.
She's thrown away a promising career.

Not yet, sir.

If you end this now, colonel,
I could recommend the major

use her initiative to locate and
negotiate the return of the Declaration.

I'd sacrifice my life for Sarah,
commander, but not my beliefs.

Which belief is that, colonel?

The one I heard on ZNN
or a half a billion dollars?

That's a damn lie,
put out by the government

to discredit me and you know it.

Colonel, how did you know
the Declaration was being moved?

I'm embarrassing
the State Department on the Internet

so they leaked that the Declaration
was being moved in a nuclear convoy,

hoping I'd try to take it.

How did you know
it was in the mail truck?

We followed the convoy
from Denver to Flagstaff.

That mail truck split off
in the morning and joined up at night.

It didn't take a genius
to figure out what they were doing.

Well, I wonder if Webb came up
with that himself

or if it was his computer?

Webb?

No one gives a damn
about scratching a government car.

Well, they do if they pay taxes.

Which way did they go?

Towards Kayenta.

Well, how long ago?

I don't know. A couple hours maybe.

Let's go.

Sir, shouldn't we find out
what they were driving?

Good idea.

What are they driving, Mr?

Billie?

I found them here last April.

They weren't here a year ago.

Two years ago, Sarah.
A year ago you were in Bosnia.

You're right.

That's strange, isn't it?

They lay hidden
for 150 million years,

then re-emerge
in a single winter's runoff.

Mac said they tell a story.

Yeah, if you use a little imagination.

These were made
by a large carnosaur.

That's a meat-eater.

And these by a sauropod.

- That's...
- Carnosaur's dinner?

With a little imagination,

you can visualize
the carnosaur stalking the sauropod.

Maybe they were just using
the same trail.

That's another way to look at it.

There's always another way
to look at something, colonel.

I have a feeling you're about
to point one out, commander.

If I may, sir.

You see returning
the Declaration of Independence

to Washington as an end.

I see it as a beginning.

It proves
you didn't take it for money.

And a trial gives you a public forum

in which to plead your case
to the American people.

- And it would save Sarah's career.
- To hell with my career.

I don't wanna see you in prison,
Uncle Matt.

He won't necessarily go to prison.

State set you up because
you were a thorn in their side.

If I can prove
your Internet revelations are true...

They are, commander.

Well, it might just may be enough
to get you a suspended sentence, sir.

You offering to defend me,
commander?

Yes, sir.

You realize the implications
it might have on your career?

Yes, sir.

Where'd you find this sailor, Sarah?

In a rose garden, Uncle Matt.

Ready, sir.

There's been a change in plans.

I'll drop you and the men off
at the car

and go on with my niece
and the commander.

- Sir?
- I contacted ZNN.

Their reporter and cameraman
are waiting at the crossroads.

What are you gonna do, colonel?

Return
the Declaration of Independence

and plead our case
to the American people in court.

What about the half a billion?

Sergeant,
there never was a half billion.

We didn't do this for money.

I don't believe you, colonel.

You're collecting.
We want our share.

Put those weapons down, sergeant.

You with me, Garret?

For a quarter of a billion dollars,
you better believe it.

Damn it.
I said put those weapons down!

- You killed him.
- I didn't wanna do that.

But I'll be damned if I'm letting
a half a billion dollars fly away.

Get in, colonel.
You're flying us out of here.

You'll have to shoot me too.

No. We'll have to shoot your niece.

That's the truck he described.

Yeah, but where'd they go?

Listen.

What the...?

Oh, my God.

Permission to come aboard?

Permission granted.

Place your left hand on the Bible
and raise your right hand.

Do you swear to tell the truth
and nothing but the truth,

so help you God?

I do.