JAG (1995–2005): Season 2, Episode 9 - Washington Holiday - full transcript

(BAND PLAYING)

GUARD: On guard, up and hoo!

Present, hoo!

Slow down, Your Highness.

Smile, Your Highness.

All raise, hoo!

Thank you, they're beautiful.

Give them to Georg.

Where is Georg?

Two steps behind
you at all times.

(GUN COCKING)



I light this eternal
flame to honor those

who died fighting
to preserve freedom.

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

MAN: Get her out!

NARRATOR: Following in his
father's footsteps as a naval aviator,

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb, Junior,

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, with fellow JAG
lawyer, Major Sarah MacKenzie,

he now fights in and
out of the courtroom

with the same daring and tenacity
that made him a Top Gun in the air.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)



Princess Alexandra is the
daughter of the Romanian king.

Her bodyguard was assassinated
in Brussels two days ago.

The killing was a warning.

If the king goes through with his
plans to petition NATO for admission,

his daughter will
be assassinated.

Do they know who's behind this?

A group of hard-line extremists

longing for the good old
days of the hammer and sickle.

Look, the king and his daughter

are only here for 72 hours.

Now during that time
she'll be attending

numerous official functions.

In a significant
political gesture,

an American naval officer has
been chosen to be her escort.

An American naval officer?

You.

To be precise.

Admiral, respectfully,

I'm a lawyer.

And a naval officer who has
been chosen for escort duty

by the secretary of the Navy.

Sir, she should have
Secret Service protection.

Those guys are trained
for this sort of thing.

She will, Commander.

This is her itinerary.

There's a dinner party at
Senator Franklin's house tonight,

a tour of Washington tomorrow
and on Saturday the NATO Ball,

where her father,
hopefully, will announce

that he wants his
country to join NATO.

The Secret Service limo
will pick you up at 1700 sharp.

Try not to be late.

Do I have a say in this, sir?

Not if you're smart.

(SIGHING)

HARRIET: Excuse me.

I'm Ensign Sims. I'm looking
for Lieutenant Roberts.

Oh, the lieutenant is in conference
right now. Is he expecting you?

I wanted to surprise him.

Well, don't you find that
most things surprise Bud?

I guess so.

Sir? Commander? Sir?

Harriet. Hey. Hi.

You're a long way
from the Seahawk.

Yes, sir. Reassigned.

Norfolk.

Oh. Bud didn't mention
you were coming.

The lieutenant
doesn't know, sir.

Oh.

Well, well.

Bud, do you have
that Phillips file?

Mr. Roberts?

Oh, yes, sir.

Harriet.

Uh, Ensign Sims.

Get off your knees, Bud.

Uh, yes, sir.

You look wonderful, Harriet.

Oh, thank you, ma'am.

Commander, may I speak with you?

Outside.

I was reassigned to Norfolk.

I'm, um, the assistant to
the public information officer.

That's great.

Yeah, and, um...

Well, since I'm
the new kid in port,

I thought maybe you could,
you know, give me a few tips,

see if you could keep me
from falling all over myself.

You know how I value
your experience, sir.

Well, yeah, you know I'm
always very glad to help.

Well,

when awkwardness
goes to $40 a barrel,

I want the drilling
rights to Bud's head.

Come on, Harm. It just takes
him a while to get warmed up.

Warmed up?

Love isn't baseball, Mac.

How would you know?

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Oh, hey, let me give you a hand.

In dress whites?
I don't think so.

I couldn't afford
the cleaning bill.

Meghan O'Hara.

Harm Rabb. I know.

Read your name on the mailbox.

The Navy must be paying you more
than I thought if the limo's for you.

HARM: Government issue.

Don't tell me you're
a protocol officer.

Well, it's temporary.

Most days I'm a
lawyer with JAG. You?

Reporter. You're looking at
The Post's newest columnist.

Politics? I wish.

It's more of a lifestyle thing.

Best imported mustard,
best hand car wash,

how to decorate on a
budget. That sort of thing.

Decorating. I could probably
use your help upstairs.

I think I might be
overdoing it a little.

(MAN CLEARING THROAT)

We're on a schedule
here, Commander.

Duty calls.

When you get off duty, I'd
be glad to give you that hand

in exchange for dinner.

Well, hey, I'd like that.

But, uh, I got to warn you,

it's a work in progress.

Isn't everything?

BUD: Major, don't
mind me asking.

When you meet a... a
guy and he asks you out,

well, which one...

How do you know who...

What works?

Well, why not ask
Commander Rabb?

I'd rather ask you, ma'am.
See, you're really pretty,

and don't take offense, but I
noticed that you don't go out a lot.

You... You have a unique
way with a compliment, Bud.

No, no, no, I didn't mean to
imply that you can't get a date.

I just figured that
you don't go out much

because you're
really, really choosy.

Let's just hope that's
really, really true.

Well, that's what I
wanted to find out.

To find out what works with you.

A reckless sense of humor.

Jokes?

Yeah, there's nothing
more interesting

than a man who finds
the world amusing, Bud.

Someone who doesn't
take himself seriously.

Someone who makes it all fun.

The only problem is I never say
anything funny unless it's by accident.

Oh, God.

Tell me you asked Harriet out.

No, ma'am.

It's just that I was so worried
about saying the wrong thing

that I couldn't find the words.

Correct me if I'm wrong,

but the last time you saw
Ensign Sims, she kissed you.

I thought that
was just gratitude.

(CHATTERING)

Ah, Commander.

You are late.

NOVAC: Lieutenant
Commander Rabb.

You're late.

My apologies, Your Majesty.

I thought the commander
would be someone older.

Let me assure you, Your Majesty,
the commander is perfect for the job

despite his tardiness.

Minister Kepish, Commander Rabb.

The minister is paving the
way for King Josif's return.

Actually, Vartan has
been spending his time

helping my daughter
make what has proven to be

a rather difficult transition.

Well, it's hard to be regal when
people are shooting at you, Father.

Hopefully, now that we are
guests of the United States,

such a tragedy
will not be repeated.

I can assure you it
won't, Your Majesty.

My dear, may I present
Commander Rabb?

Commander, the
Princess Alexandra.

Your Highness.

Commander. You're
a pleasant surprise.

And how is that, Your Highness?

Well, usually Minister Kepish

arranges for someone much
older and quite unattractive.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

ALEXANDRA: Shall we go?

I assure you, he's
not what he looks like.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

WOMAN: Yes, that's what I
was just telling the senator.

The White House is
the people's house.

The Lincoln bedroom should not be
put up for sale to the highest bidder.

Well, I wouldn't know
anything about that, ma'am.

Oh, of course you do, Commander.

You're just too damn
polite to agree with me.

MAN: Ms. Albright now serves
as the secretary of state...

Don't you think you should take
it a little easy, Your Highness?

Not when I'm bored to death.

Besides, I like champagne.

Well, let's hope
champagne likes you.

It loves me.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

She's beautiful, isn't she?

Quite beautiful, Senator.

You know, she turned
me down three times,

and finally I offered her
the moon, and she said yes.

Sounds like you were
confusing courtship

with campaign promises, Senator.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I'll go
powder my nose with your wife.

That is the proper
euphemism, isn't it?

What do you, uh,

think she meant by
that, Commander?

That she had to go to the
bathroom, and, uh, so do I, sir.

If you'll excuse me, Senator.

Sure.

You lose somethin', Commander?

She's in the powder room.

She told me to give you her
clothes and went out the window.

HARM: There it is. The Zoo
Club from the flyer in her purse.

Let's hope she's here.

(TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING)

This is it.

We'll get her.

Hey, you wanna keep
this low profile, right?

If she gets one look at you
guys, then she's out of there.

On the other hand, she likes me.

Think it's the uniform?

WOMAN: Hey, didn't you used
to be with the Village People?

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Your Highness.

Prince Charming.

Where's Frick and Frack?

You're not safe here.

You have beautiful eyes.

We're leaving, Your Highness.

No, you are!

WOMAN: That is so cool. Just
like An Officer and a Gentleman.

REPORTER: Just a
smile, please. Thataway.

ALEXANDRA: You're about
to be famous, Commander.

Nice to see you
keepin' a low profile.

You know, I hate the paparazzi.

Last year, one
snuck into my room

and photographed my panties.

Do you want to know why?

You better ride in
the back with us.

Come in, Commander. Do come in.

Unlike Minister
Kepish and Mr. Webb,

I'm just grateful
you found Alexi

and you were able to
bring her home with you.

Well, I really didn't give
her a choice, Your Majesty.

JOSIF: Do sit down.

You see, Commander,
Alexandra needs a firm hand.

She's already been thrown out
of three Swiss boarding schools,

and last spring she even tried
to elope with her bodyguard.

Some people feel that I've
failed in my duties as a father.

Oh, I'm sure you did the best
job you could, Your Majesty.

I tried.

But her mother died

when she was six.

Oh, may I, Your Majesty?

I do not need you to
pour my brandy, Mr. Webb,

in order to get me to join NATO.

WEBB: I'm simply trying to
be of service, Your Majesty.

JOSIF: I have no
hesitation in joining NATO.

In fact, I'm more than willing to
explore the possibility of putting

an American naval
base on the Black Sea.

That's wonderful, Your Majesty.

But there are
hard-liners at home

who threaten to murder
the princess if I do either.

What would you do, Commander?

Well, I... I thank God I don't have
to make that decision, Your Majesty.

For the moment,
assume that you do.

You were reinstated to
the throne, Your Majesty,

by the people of your country.

With that power
comes obligation, duty

and, unfortunately, risk.

If you can't live with the risk,

then you should not be king.

Harm! Please, Mr. Webb.

The commander may be blunt,

but he's absolutely correct.

You don't tell a king to give
up the throne, for God's sake!

I didn't say that.

He's gonna join NATO,
give us a naval base.

And you told him to get out of the
kitchen if he couldn't stand the heat.

What would you
have told him, Clay?

That we could protect
the princess, and we can.

Interpol agents have picked
up the Brussels shooter.

He's being debriefed
as we speak.

Once we break up
who's behind this,

the danger will be
no greater than it is

for any other national leader.

And until then?

We take no chances.

I'm changing her itinerary.

You pick the princess
up at 0900 tomorrow.

Instead of a tour of
Washington, take her to Norfolk.

Show her a big
ship. Girls like that.

Whose idea was this?

Mine. You don't like it?

No, I like it fine. That's why I
wondered whose idea it was.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Lieutenant!

Bud. What're you doing here?

What do you think about dinner?

It's a meal I usually enjoy.

Especially when I can
share it with somebody else.

Oh, I know. I hate to eat alone.

Maybe you should
have dinner sometime.

With me.

Would that be okay?

I think I can manage that, yeah.

Great. Uh,

8:00 tomorrow night.

Le Tuers.

Le Tuers.

Sounds nice.

Okay.

Oh.

Stand back.

Okay.

Good night.

'Night.

(EXCLAIMS)

Throw an extra 20% on the tip.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Oh, hey, are you still at it?

I figured you'd be sacked
out after a day of luggin' boxes.

I'm goin' for coffee. I won't
survive in the morning without it.

Well, you could've
borrowed some from me.

I thought you might
have company.

Like I said, tonight
I was on duty.

Off now?

Off now.

(DOOR CREAKING)

I told you, a work in progress.

Yeah, but what you're doing
with the place is wonderful.

Milk? Sugar?

I'll take it black.

Do you have any before photos?

Of this place before I moved in?

Yeah. No.

Probably looked a
lot like yours, though.

That is a great idea.

I could take pictures of my
place and use it for yours.

I... I just have to watch the
up angles to avoid the rafters.

For what?

A Sunday layout in The Post.

This place is not gonna be
done for quite some time, Meghan.

I'll be around.
Thanks for the coffee.

Hey, that's what
neighbors are for.

Just coffee?

ALEXANDRA: It's so big.

Well, not when you're tryin'
to land at night in the black.

So it's dangerous?

It has its moments,
Your Highness.

I hate it when you
call me Your Highness.

Call me Alexi.

Very well, Alexi.

That's better, Harm.

How'd you know my name was Harm?

Just shorten it?

I heard Mr. Webb
call you Harm last night

when he was so upset at your
speaking so frankly to my father.

You were eavesdropping.

(CHUCKLING)

OFFICER: Attention on deck!

Hello.

As you were.

I've been eavesdropping
ever since I was five.

How else can one
learn to rule, huh?

Ah. You don't act like
someone who wants to rule.

Well, that's because I don't
have to yet. And I hope I never do.

But reality says that one
day, when my father is gone,

I'll be queen.

Not if he gives up the throne.

He can't do that.

Our country needs him.

Besides, if he did that,

we wouldn't join NATO.

And, uh, you wouldn't
get your naval base.

Well, you're full
of surprises, Alexi.

Good. Royalty should
never be predictable.

Will you be at
the ball tomorrow?

Yes.

Well, then I insist on the
first dance and the last.

When royalty commands, I obey.

ALEXANDRA: Oh, God.

Princess, will you
get inside, please?

That really isn't
a very good idea.

Well, I thought it was
a damn good idea.

Too bad I didn't think of it.

Whoa! Hey, slow down, Roberts.

Oh, Bud!

Uh, I'm late, I'm late.

For a very important date.

(CHUCKLING)

(CAR HORNS HONKING)

(MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO)

(TIRE EXPLODING)

Ma'am. Thank you.

Hi, I'll be right back
with the wine list. Fine.

Great.

I'm a dead man.

Ensign Sims.

Lieutenant Knox.

What're you doin' here?

Getting stood up.

Stupid man.

Why don't you let
me buy you a drink?

All right. Good.

And I actually... I know
this place right over here.

It's really good.

Thanks, Les.

Evening, ma'am.

I went to Le Tuers
and you weren't there.

I had a drink with
Lieutenant Knox.

I had a flat on a deserted
bridge, and I had no spare.

It's okay, sir.

I'm sorry. I couldn't call.

I understand, sir.

You're angry with
me, aren't you?

I, uh, um, have tickets
to the... to the NATO Ball.

I-It's kind of a big deal.

Lieutenant Knox just asked me.

Good night.

(HORN HONKING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Sorry about the noise.

Guess I'm not used to
having a downstairs neighbor.

Alexi? What
happened to your hair?

Oh, it's a piece. Kepish
wears it on the weekends.

What're you doin' here?

I came to spend the night.

Where's Agent Culp?

Oh, I don't know.

Probably in bed fantasizing
he's Clint Eastwood.

Do you have any wine?

You're going home right now.

I can't!

Why not?

Well, I just can't.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

What did you do, Alexi?

Well, it's not so much what
I did, but, uh, what I heard.

Minister Kepish told Father

that he believes someone on the
royal staff is with the hard-liners.

Yeah, they could slit
my throat while I sleep.

Minister Kepish said this?

Well, not exactly, but I'm
really not safe at the residence.

Oh. But you're safe crossing half of
Washington in the middle of the night?

Oh, probably not.
But I'm already here.

You're goin' straight home. No.

Now, no one saw me sneak out.

Besides, if you
take me back now,

Father will lock me
in the tower forever.

Your residence
doesn't have a tower.

It does in Romania.

Oh, come on, Harm.
Let me stay, please.

I'm safer with you.

Now, even Father thinks so.

He said you're the first man
that he felt safe to leave me with.

Your father said this?

Oh, yeah.

Harm.

I can be myself
with you. Just Alexi.

Maybe for the
last time in my life.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

WEBB: Harm? Harm, it's Clayton!

Oh, no, he'll
never believe this.

In the shower.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come on, Rabb! I
know you're here.

Your Corvette's in the
garage, and your light's on.

(WHISPERING) Turn the light off.

Where's the switch?

What took you so long?

I was in the bathroom.

With a hammer?

What do you want, Clay?

She's gone.

Slipped past security
sometime in the last hour.

The princess?

No, Chelsea Clinton.
Of course the princess!

(THUDDING)

What was that?

Pigeons.

Pigeons?

It's, uh, mating season.

Sex is a full-contact
sport if you're a pigeon.

Have you got any aspirin?

In the bathroom. I'll get it.

You know, Clay, she
may be a spoiled kid,

but she's not stupid.

I mean, she's probably fine, and
she'll be back before you know it.

Yeah, if she left
of her own free will.

The assassin they're
interrogating in Brussels

has said enough
to lead us to believe

that they have planted
someone in the royal entourage.

I know.

How do you know?

Alexi told me earlier that
Minister Kepish suspected

one of the hard-liners
on their staff.

Kepish is trying to talk the king
into skipping the ball and going home.

He believes the princess
doesn't stand a chance otherwise.

MEGHAN: Princess?

Sorry.

I... I didn't mean to eavesdrop.

I was just returning the
coffee, and the door was open.

Meghan O'Hara,
I'd like you to meet

Clayton Webb,
who was just leaving.

How much did you
hear? HARM: Clay.

Anything you
heard is classified.

Is that the same
as off-the-record?

Oh, God, you're a reporter.

Don't say another word, Meghan,

or Clayton will have
you incarcerated

in the name of
national security.

I'm just a downstairs neighbor
who didn't hear a thing.

Good. If the prin...

If she contacts you...

You'll be my first call.

She's flown the gilded
cage, hasn't she?

Thanks for bringin'
back the coffee.

I smell a story.

You smell coffee.

You keep this up, and
Webb'll really make sure

you disappear for
a couple of days.

Until the Romanian princess
goes back to Romania?

Are you deaf?

No, I'm a reporter.

Or I was trained to be one.

I just took the Heloise
gig to get on to The Post.

Press passes to the NATO Ball

are scarcer than Cuban cigars.

The Post only got one, and
it went to the political editor.

How unusual.

He's older than dirt and will
be asleep by the second waltz.

How about getting me a pass?

Sorry. No can do.

I promise to be
a great neighbor.

Never complain
about the pound...

I said no, Meghan.

Guess I'm destined to columns
on how to shop garage sales.

You know, it...

It can be an art.

(ELEVATOR DOOR DINGING)

(SIGHING)

ALEXANDRA: Thank you.

For what?

For not doing what most men
would've done for a pretty paparazzi.

Meghan is not paparazzi.

She writes a homemaker
column for The Sunday Post.

Well, most men I've known would've
given her anything she wanted.

You've known the
wrong kind of men.

Yes, I suppose I have. No, no.

Why not?

Because you're...

What? Too young?

Yeah, you're too young.

I don't believe you. There
has to be another reason.

There is.

What?

You're an assignment, Princess.

That's all I am to you?

Yes.

Well, my apologies, Commander.

You can take me home now.

(SIGHING)

I said you may take me home.

(PHONE RINGING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Good morning, Lieutenant.

Everything okay?

Why? Because I look like something
that died underneath the front porch?

(LAUGHS)

You have a wicked sense
of humor, Lieutenant.

Do you, uh,

do you dance?

Doesn't everyone?

No, not exactly.

It's like this
dance tonight, uh...

The NATO Ball.

I want to go, but I just...

But you don't have a date.

No.

Well,

you do now.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Uh, it looks like I'm
goin' to the NATO Ball.

Ensign Sims?

Ensign Nestor.

What? How the
hell did that happen?

I'm not exactly sure.

"If you announce an
alliance with NATO tonight,

"Princess Alexandra will die."

It was found on the fax machine
just a few moments ago, sire.

We cannot go through
with this, Vartan.

Nothing is worth losing Alexi.

Our country needs
you, Your Majesty.

But you have to
follow your heart.

My heart says to
protect my daughter.

Perhaps you could
delay your announcement.

Even re-think the
wisdom of joining NATO.

Our country needs
NATO for protection

and the trade it
will open us up to.

But if I lose Alexi...

My apologies, Your Majesty,
but there's no time for diplomacy.

How dare you!

How dare you, sir.

It took 56 hours, but the assassin
in Brussels finally named names.

And at the top of the list were
Novac and Minister Kepish.

That's a lie.

Your Majesty, how can you
possibly believe the lies of a woman

tortured by the Belgian police?

How did you know the
assassin was a woman, Minister?

They didn't even tell
me that until an hour ago.

You've known her
since she was a child.

A spoiled child who wallows
in champagne and caviar

while our people starve.

They starved under
the hard-liners, not me.

I am changing
that for our people.

By selling out to the Americans.

I warn you, Josif.

You make that announcement
tonight, and Alexi will be dead by sunup.

Get these men out of my sight!

By sunup, Josif. By sunup!

HOUSEKEEPER: Oh, my God.

(GROANS)

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

MAC: Harm, I know this is
like dancing with your sister,

but you could just
pretend it's fun.

Mac, I don't think
of you as a sister.

You don't? No, I don't.

But we should kick your
game plan into gear soon

'cause, uh, after the
king and princess arrive,

we both need to be alert.

Security everywhere, Harm.

Well, it never hurts
to have more eyes.

Major MacKenzie, I'd like to
introduce you to Lieutenant Knox.

Very pleased to meet you, Major.

Very pleased? How nice.

Yes, ma'am. I'm a great
admirer of your legal prowess.

Ooh, anyone's who's an
admirer of my legal prowess,

I have to dance with.

If Harriet doesn't mind.

Oh, she doesn't.

Do you, Harriet?

Of course not.

(WOMAN SPEAKING SPANISH)

MAN: He's coming.

(PHONE RINGING)

Bud. Ensign Nestor.
Having a good time?

Oh, yes, sir.

Where's the champagne?

Champagne?

Why, thank you, Lieutenant.
That would be lovely.

Dance?

Well, that would
be even lovelier.

Harriet.

How's your life at Norfolk?

Do you really care, sir?

Of course I care, Harriet.

Then why are you
here with Ensign Nestor?

That... That was an accident.

You can't ask me out on purpose,

but you can ask
her out by accident?

You were mad at me, and... and
she laughed at one of my jokes...

At least I think it was a joke.

You know what worries me, Bud?

I'm starting to understand
what you're saying.

Oh, Harriet, I'm really, really
glad you're here in Washington.

When I saw you at JAG,

uh, it was like, uh,
eating Mexican food.

You know how your
heart gets all tingly

and you can't catch your breath

because your whole
body feels like it's on fire?

I've been waiting
for you to say that.

Dance?

No.

But I'd sure like to try.

Do you know Ensign Nestor?

No, but I'd like to.

Would you like to dance?

Love to.

How'd you know he'd go for her?

I didn't.

But I knew he'd
go for the dress.

We're in good spirits.

Any word on the assassin?

There is no assassin.

That was just
Kepish's last-ditch effort

to keep the king from announcing
his intentions with NATO.

Will he do it? I hope so.

It would be a big night
for the United States.

And you.

That goes without saying, Major.

(ALL APPLAUDING)

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

(GUN FIRING)

Ladies and gentlemen,

we are most grateful for the warm-hearted
welcome that you extended to us,

and we would like to
express our gratitude

to the United States
for the great honor

that it has bestowed
upon our country.

It has taken 50
years for Romania

to move out from under
the shadow of domination

into the sunlight
of free nations.

To accomplish this,

we welcome the help of
freedom-loving nations everywhere.

Thank you.

(WHISPERING) Father.

I can't, Alexi. I will
not risk losing you.

(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)

You'll have to forgive
me if I'm nervous,

but I'm still new at
speaking in public.

It is a skill that I intend
to master, starting now.

(WHISPERING) She's gonna do it.

I have the honor of announcing

that tomorrow the king will
petition for Romanian membership

into NATO.

Yes.

Gun! Get down!

(GUN FIRING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

MAN: Get down.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(GUN FIRING)

(GROANS)

Do you remember the first words

that I said to you, Commander?

Yes, sir, I believe you
wanted somebody older.

I was afraid that you would
succumb to my daughter's charms

and forget your duty.

A valid fear, Your Majesty.

Fortunately, the princess
always remembered her duty.

Yes. The princess
has found herself.

(LAUGHS)

That was a hell of a
shot. Hell of a shot.

That's why I got the gold
medal and you got the silver.

Absolutely, sir.

I would be more than happy to
show you around JAG headquarters.

I had an opportunity to
visit your country in '94.

Perhaps you could
visit it again, Admiral.

Oh, on one of our warships.

Why don't we start with
a supply ship, Mr. Webb?

Bearing gifts is more
polite than bearing arms.

Excellent idea.
Absolutely smashing.

(NESTOR LAUGHING)

Oh, that's very funny, sir.

We ended up at
an all-night diner

eating cheeseburgers
and onion rings.

My kind of place.

And then you took her home.

Yes, ma'am.

And?

Red light, Major.

Excuse me. Have you
seen Commander Rabb?

He's probably having a
cigar out on the balcony.

Thank you.

Our people have been fed so
much propaganda over the years

that providing an American
naval base will not be easy.

No, Princess, I imagine not.

There are many details
that'll have to be worked out

before one of your
ships can even visit us.

Well, I'm sure Mr. Webb
will be most accommodating.

He already has been.

I've requested that you be
on the American delegation

as legal representative,
and Mr. Webb agreed.

It would be an honor, Princess.

Yes, it will, Commander.