JAG (1995–2005): Season 3, Episode 9 - Impact - full transcript

Coming to the drop zone, Gunny.

Should be just
over the next ridge.

Roger that, sir.

We got the word!

It's time to leave the nest!

Let's go!

Drop zone in three, two, one.

Go! Go!

Go! Go!

What the hell is that?

( screaming)



We're hit!

We lost the tail rotor!

Mayday! Mayday!
This is Werewolf One!

We are going down!
We are going down!

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, 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.

RABB: One helo was a Sea
King and the other was unknown.

(knocking)

CHEGWIDDEN: Enter.

Sorry I'm late, sir.

I was checking out the
state statutes on gaming.

Let me guess:
Admiral Drake's wife.

Just be careful, Major.

She's just as
stubborn as the Admiral

and twice as mean.

I read the flash message
on the aircraft incident, sir.

Any words of wisdom you'd
like to impart to the Commander

before he leaves?

I'm not going?

Well, from the looks of things,

I'd say that your
hands are full.

But, sir, this investigation's
on a Marine Corps base.

Hmm. The Commander's a big boy.

I don't think

he needs you
there to protect him.

Any questions, Commander?

No, sir.

Good. Would you send in

Lieutenant Roberts

on the way out?

Aye, sir.

Pack your bags, Bud.
We're going on safari.

The Admiral wants to see you.

He does?

I should be going with you.

Of course you
should... Burning sun

poisonous snakes,
stinging scorpions.

It's a Club Med for Marines.

Right now, that
sounds wonderful.

Do you know what the
Admiral has me doing?

Freedom of
Information Act requests

student loan recovery,
delinquent car loans

and Admiral Drake's
wife wants clearance

to hold a bingo
game at Bethesda.

A fund-raiser?

Yep.

Why am I doing this?

Do you have any idea

why Admiral Chegwidden
is so mad at me?

The same reason we all are, Mac.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Yes.

Um, you're aware

that JAG has an opening
for administrative assistant.

Yes, sir. At ease.

I assume you're also aware

that Ensign Sims' detailer

has proposed her
for this assignment.

That-that's great, Admiral.

Ensign Sims is a
very hot worker...

Hard worker.

She's a very nice girl, sir,

and she'd be a great
asset to JAG, sir.

Well, it's not her assets

I'm concerned with, Lieutenant.

It's her boyfriend.

What boyfriend?

Boyfriend? Meaning...

Sir, my relationship
with Ensign Sims

is strictly professional.

I can assure you

we would both conduct
our affairs like officers.

I don't mean
"affairs" affairs, sir.

I-I mean... you know.

Just don't make me

send a chaperone
every time you two

go to the copy room together.

Absolutely not. You can
count on me, Admiral.

Good. Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Oh, Lieutenant...

You're right.

Uh, Ensign Sims is a nice girl.

Thank you, sir.

Any chance she has a sister?

Sir?

MAN: It's hard to believe

anyone could walk
away from this, sir.

How many survived?

All but one, sir.

The recon team all bailed out

before the aircraft went down.

And the pilot, Captain Cray

managed a controlled crash

that his co-pilot,
Lieutenant Flynn

walked away from.

Captain Cray wasn't so lucky.

What about the men
in the other helicopter?

There was no other
helicopter, Lieutenant.

We were told this
was a mid-air collision

between two helos.

Well, that's what
we thought, too, sir,

but all our other
birds are present.

If they didn't hit
another helicopter

then what did they hit?

Nobody knows, sir.

I think they were
hoping you could tell us.

(sighs)

Ma'am?

Harriet... welcome to JAG.

If this a bad time,
I can come back.

No, it's fine. Come on in.

I could actually
use the company.

Commander Rabb is investigating

a Marine helo crash

while I am stuck here
with a bingo game.

(knocking)

Excuse me, I'm looking
for a good attorney

and I was told
that you're the best.

Uh, Ensign Sims...

This is Dalton Lowne.

Hi. Hi.

BOTH: Nice to meet you.

I'll check in with
you later, Major.

Bye, Mr. Lowne.

Bye.

What are you doing here?

Well, uh... today's the big day.

I thought I'd give you a ride

so I can give you my patented
pep talk on the way over.

Well, do I look like I need it?

You look like you're having

second thoughts.

Just nervous, I guess.

Hmm.

Is this what you're wearing?

Uh, yeah. Is
something wrong with it?

No, no, no.

Not as long as you,
uh... wear it with this.

Uh... I can't.

Why not?

That's worth more than my car.

My tennis shoes are
worth more than your car.

They smell better, too.

Please, take it as, uh...

as a good luck charm.

I've never had this
much luck in my life.

Luck has nothing to do with it.

(camera shutter clicking)

It's like a giant jigsaw puzzle

isn't it, sir?

Yep.

Looks like they
lost a tail rotor.

What is it, sir?

I don't know.

I don't think it came
off this aircraft, though.

Something's not right here, Bud.

(sighing)

You've got a Marine helicopter

at 2,200 feet
traveling at 60 knots...

collides with another
aircraft mid-air

which sheers off its tail rotor.

He auto rotates down,
impacts here, boom.

What happened
to the other aircraft?

It obviously didn't impact here.

Not enough debris.

So where's the other crash site?

I'm going to have
to ask you people

to get back in your vehicle
and return to your base.

This crash site

is under JAG investigation.

Not anymore.

This entire area is now
under the jurisdiction

of the Defense
Security Division. What?

Somebody should have told
you we were coming down.

I'm Special Investigator Palmer.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

Sorry, Commander, don't
mean to step on anyone's toes

but like you, I'm
just following orders.

Why is DSD involved in this?

Not in a position to
reveal that information.

I'm going to have to confiscate

your film, Lieutenant.
I don't think so.

Defense Security Division
has no jurisdiction over JAG.

We do now. I'm
under executive orders

from the Congressional
Military Preparedness Committee.

Look, until I am
issued those orders

this is my crash site.

Consider yourself issued, sir.

This is not over.

Yes, it is, Commander.

And if you don't
mind handing over

that piece of evidence, please.

Thank you.

All right, people,
let's clean this up.

Sir, why would they take us off

this investigation?

I don't know, Bud.

But maybe this
thing behind your ear

will shed a clue.
You kept a piece?

Send it to Washington
to have it analyzed.

MAN: I don't like this any more

than you do, Commander.

Sir, a Marine helicopter
crashed on a Marine base.

What the hell
does this have to do

with the Defense
Security Division?

You have a reputation
of being quite the pit bull

when you want something.

Well, I like to
think of myself...

I like pit bulls, Commander.

What I don't like is a bunch
of Washington pencil-necks

coming into my backyard,
and dumping into my sandbox!

One of my Marines died
out there, Commander,

and I want to know why.

I want to know how.

And I want to know now.

And if Congress has

a problem with that, then
they can just come down here

and kiss my Marine-green butt.

Yes, sir.

MAN: We're all very impressed

with your trial records, Sarah.

And at the risk
of sounding sexist

it would be nice to
look at a pretty face

around here for a change.

Thank you, sir.

We're not in the military
here, either, Sarah.

Please call me Richard.

Well, Richard, I love litigation

but right now, I work
on case-by-case basis.

I deal with individuals

not with the law.

Now I know you're preparing
to argue a right-to-life case

before the Supreme Court.

What you say may change the law.

I want to be a part of that.

I want to make a difference.

The partners and I
agree... you would be

a great addition to
our firm, and that is why

we are prepared now
to make you this offer.

Well, go ahead, open it.

It's not booby-trapped.

It's, um...

Wow. It's very generous.

It's just the beginning.

Now, Sarah, I know
this is a tough decision

and I don't want to rush you

but time is of the essence.

The offer is good
until Friday at noon.

(vehicle approaching)

Mrs. Cray.

My husband was supposed
to do this, you know.

I've been asking him
to fix it for two months.

Mrs. Cray, I'm Lieutenant
Commander Rabb.

This is Lieutenant,
J.G., Roberts.

We'd like to ask
you a few questions

concerning your
husband's accident.

Why?

Well, we're trying to figure
out what happened, ma'am.

Prevent it from
happening in the future.

We understand this is
a difficult time for you.

Oh, yeah? What makes you
such an expert, Commander?

Well, my father
was a pilot, ma'am.

He was shot down in Vietnam.

So... what, is that supposed to
make me feel better, Commander?

Because it doesn't.

I don't... I don't care
about you or your father

or the Marine Corps.

If you were expecting
to come here

and find a grieving widow,
I'm sorry to disappoint you.

As far am I'm concerned

the Marine Corps
killed my husband.

That's not true, ma'am.

Oh, no? Prove it.

Well, that's what we're
trying to do, ma'am.

That's why we're investigating.

My husband crashed.

My husband died.

It's simple, and it happens to
women just like me every day.

I thought I was different.

I thought my husband

was better and... luckier...

I was wrong.

She's really taking
this hard, Commander.

Yeah. She's still in shock, Bud.

She hasn't allowed
herself to grieve.

She will.

She has to.

(playing "Taps")

She's not taking the flag, sir.

(helicopter flies overhead)

MAN: Whatever hit us
damaged our tail rotor.

You went into a spin.

Yes, sir.

Merlin controlled the
crash the best he could

using just the
stick and collective.

You know, he saved my life.

ROBERTS: We were
initially led to believe

you had collided

with another helicopter?

Well, whatever hit us
was no helo, Lieutenant.

Well, what do you think it was?

I wish I knew, sir.

Merlin took
evasive action, but...

it still clipped our tail.

Any warning on the radar?

No, sir. It came out of nowhere.

What about the Marines
who parachuted out?

They see anything?

I don't know, sir.

Well, sir, it was big and black

like it absorbed every
bit of light that hit it

and it had a
crescent-shaped arc of lights

that pulsed on and off

but no other
distinct markings, sir.

Did you hear an engine?

MARINE: Not really, sir.

I felt it as much as I heard it.

It was weird that way.

It made the hair on the
back of my neck stand up.

It was like a big shadow
passing overhead.

I was thrown out of
the aircraft on impact.

I looked up to check my chute

and that's when I saw
the helo go down, sir.

This other aircraft...
did you see it crash?

No, sir.

So it's possible it flew away.

Yes. I guess so, sir.

MACKENZIE: Hey, Bud. What's up?

DSD? Yeah. I'll see
what I can find out.

Excuse me, Major.
You want these?

Uh... how's the
Commander taking it?

Yeah, I bet.

All right. What
else do you need?

Okay. All right. I'm on it.

You, too, Bud. Bye.

Well, how is Bud?

Oh, he's fine.

You know, Bud's a wonderful guy.

He's smart, he's
funny, he's romantic...

Yeah, but...?

Sometimes I just think

he tries a little
too hard, that's all.

He's an officer and a
gentleman to a fault.

It's like I'm dating this
knight in shining armor.

And that's a bad thing?

Did you ever try to
make love to a man

wearing armor, Major?

Does football equipment count?

That was a rhetorical question.

I didn't mean to...

I'm kidding, Harriet.

Oh.

DALTON: You did great.

Everyone was impressed.

Really, or are you
just saying that?

No, no. They loved you.

Not as much as I
do, of course, but...

I think that we should
celebrate with some dinner.

What do you think?

Well, I think it's
about time you fed me.

Hmm... how about, uh, Le Cirque?

Uh, Dalton, Le
Cirque's in New York.

So's my deposition.

I-I found out on the
way over here. I'm sorry.

Dr. Swenson just
became available

and he's the world's
leading expert on euthanasia

and a key witness
in our case, so...

Well, I'll drop
you off at National

and we can have
dinner some other time.

Well... see, I was
thinking maybe

you could be at the
deposition... beside me.

I mean, come with me.

Spend the night.

Well, I have to work.

You can take the shuttle

out of Kennedy at 6:00;
be back at JAG by 8:00.

Uh... that does
sound interesting.

Mm-hmm...

All right, but you can't just
dazzle me with opportunity.

You still have to feed me.

Well, I've got a suite
booked at the Regent.

We could order room service.

Yeah... or... not.

ROBERTS: This may be
the first recorded incident

of a military aircraft involved

in an air-to-air collision with
an unidentified flying object.

I knew it.

I knew it was only
a matter of time

until you started
in with the UFOs.

Sir, until whatever it is

that collided with the
helicopter is identified

it technically is a UFO.

Yeah, so is a seagull

until they dig his guts
out of your engine, Bud.

Oh, thank you for that very
vivid picture, Commander.

Haven't you ever heard
of the Foo fighters?

The band?

No, not the band.

In World War II, Allied
pilots regularly engaged

in air-to-air intercepts with
unidentified flying objects.

They called them "Foo fighters."

Until a flying saucer
with little green men

come down and
threaten to interrupt

the Super Bowl, I don't want

to hear about it, okay, Bud?

Sir? Sir?

What?

Sir...

What the hell was that?

That's what I was
telling you about, sir.

Where the hell
is the damn thing?

There it is again, sir.

Hang on.

Where did it go?

I don't know. It keeps
changing directions.

There's no way that's a
plane or a helicopter, sir.

( tires squealing)

Right where you are.

Keep your hands
where we can see 'em.

Hold up.

COLONEL BARRET: I
talked to your admiral today.

I did not tell him

that you were detained

by a private security
force for trespassing.

I appreciate that, sir.

He already knew.

There are some

very angry congressmen
who want me

to throw your butts
on the first transport

back east.

Colonel, we're not finished
with our investigation, sir.

Our friends

at Defense Security Division

seemed to have
finished it for you.

"Mechanical failure
and pilot error."

Colonel, that is impossible.

There is no way they could make

an accurate assessment
of the crash this quickly.

We saw something
last night in the desert

over the Bradenhurst
Corporation,

something, I believe,
is tied in with this crash.

Sir, all I need is 24 hours.

The next transport out
of here is full, gentlemen.

You'll have to wait
till 1100 tomorrow

before you can go back to DC.

Thank you, sir.

Ensign Sims.

Yes, sir.

Uh, where is Major MacKenzie?

Uh... she's not here, sir.

I can see that, uh, Ensign.

That's why I was asking
you where she was.

Um... I'm sure

she'll be here at
any moment, Admiral.

Do you know where
Major MacKenzie is?

Uh, Admiral.

Uh... can I have a
word with you, sir?

Five minutes. My office.

Okay, um... Admiral
Drake's wife called.

She said...

I called her from the airport.

Okay. A General Kraglime
called about an affidavit.

Uh, faxed them from the plane.

Okay. And then Commander
Rabb wanted you to get him some...

Satellite photos.
Satellite... photos.

CHEGWIDDEN: I'm
getting doors slammed

in my face all over town.

I've got a weapons
program manager

telling me DSD is not my concern

but I got people in the
field, JAGs that I support

so, I keep pressing,
hoping to find the truth

so you can imagine my chagrin
when I learned that not one

but two of my officers have
been caught trespassing.

I am sorry, Admiral.

We were following
an unidentified...

aircraft, sir, that we believed

to have been
involved in the crash.

Unidentified
aircraft, as in UFO?

You're spending too
much time in the desert

with Lieutenant Roberts.

Admiral, we saw something.

My guess is it came from
the Bradenhurst Corporation.

It would explain
the high security, sir.

The Bradenhurst Corporation
is a government contractor.

They dispose of
biochemical weapons.

They're authorized
to use deadly force.

You could've been shot

as a terrorist trying to
score Sarin nerve gas.

Well, my guess is
that's just a cover

to keep people away, Mac.

No one's going to advertise

as a top-secret weapons builder.

Well, they're a
defense contractor.

It would explain why they're
getting assistance from DSD.

Somebody's pulling
strings for 'em.

National security is one thing

but someone must be
accountable for that Marine's death.

And this is never
going to happen

so long as the
Bradenhurst Corporation

can hide behind
a wall of secrecy.

So, what are you
proposing, Commander?

Admiral Elgin.

The Admiral's in...

We need to talk...

now.

Come up with a plan

Commander, immediately.

Keep me informed.

Ye... yes, sir.

Excuse us, Major. Close
the door behind you.

Aye, sir.

You were told to pull your
men off the helicopter crash.

They haven't completed
their investigation.

D.S.D. wrapped it up.

My men haven't.

This isn't even
DSD's jurisdiction.

It is if Cinc-Pac says it is.

It's called
chain-of-command, AJ.

Those on top give orders
to those below them.

Understood?

I understand.

I understand somebody's
yanking my chain, and I don't like it.

A marine was
killed in that accident

and I expect answers.

And I refuse to let that go

unacknowledged or unavenged

and with all due
respect, you can go to hell

if you think I'm going to
let you or anybody else

use that dead
marine as a fall guy.

You want to cross swords
with me, Chegwidden?

Because if we get into this

you might just find yourself
fighting to keep the bars

on your sleeve.

Well... I never met a SEAL yet

didn't like a good
bar fight... sir.

They sure picked this
place clean, Commander.

Yep.

This is Lieutenant
Commander Rabb

JAG corps. I sent a
fragment to be analyzed.

Really?

Well, perfect
material for an aircraft.

So, who makes it?

As in outer space?

Well... well, can you find out?

What?

Well, don't hold your breath.

Thanks.

Our specimen
mysteriously went missing.

How?

Aw, it doesn't matter, Bud.

The technician
said it was some sort

of space-age composite,
nothing he'd ever seen before

which proves we
are on the right track.

We sure could have used
that piece of evidence, sir.

Yeah, well, I don't
want just a piece, Bud.

I want this whole thing.

(engine starting)

Do you know how
beautiful you look tonight?

Not too ostentatious?

No. Never.

Are you sure?

'Cause I don't
want to stand out.

Well, there's no way of
avoiding that, is there?

Ah, Dalton, Sarah.

Excuse me, Senator.

Well, I hope Dalton has told you

how absolutely beautiful
you look this evening.

Well, he did his best.

Will someone tell me

who took women out
of dresses and put them

in three-piece, pinstripe suits?

How are you tonight, Dalton?

Never better,
Senator. Never better.

Now, tell me that you're not
one of these damn lawyers.

Well, sorry to
disappoint you, Senator.

Oh.

Major Sarah MacKenzie.

Judge Advocate
General Corps, sir.

A Marine?

I fought with the
Seventh Infantry in Korea.

Damn near froze my tail off

at Chosin Reservoir

and I don't remember
any Marine majors...

(chuckles)

that looked like you.

Mmm.

According to these
satellite photos

the Bradenhurst Corporation
has two runways on its property.

Toxic waste is always
moved by road or rail.

It's never moved by
air; it's far too dangerous.

So, why do they
have two runways?

Hmm?

Exactly.

The key to this whole
thing is behind those gates.

If we're going to get the
evidence we need, Bud,

we have to get inside.

I think we already
tried that, sir

and if I remember correctly, we
were completely unsuccessful.

Well, I don't plan on
getting caught this time.

I'm going to get in and get out

without anyone ever
knowing I was there.

How do plan on doing that, sir?

You are going to distract them.

Me, sir?

What, you want me to distract

the guys that
caught us last night

the guys that are authorized
to use deadly force?

Bud, come on.

They may be authorized
to use deadly force, but...

they usually just
shoot you in the knees.

(indistinct conversations)

I respectfully
disagree, Senator.

There is a limit to what
states can be forced to provide.

Now, the Constitution
does not require states

to furnish all
possible medical care.

Now, let me see if I
understand this, Dick.

The state is refusing
to pay for an operation

that may save this woman's life.

Our argument is
that the operation

is an experimental procedure

that is clinically
inappropriate.

Therefore, the state
cannot be forced

to pay for it.

Mm-hmm. What do
you think about this

Miss MacKenzie?

I'm not an expert

in that area of law, Senator.

Senator, uh, you may be
placing Major MacKenzie

in a bit of a hard place.

You see, we just
made her a job offer.

Ah, well, she'll
agree with you, Dick.

Major?

I believe the state
should provide

equal access to health care

and leave the life and
death decisions to God.

I mean, let's face it, he is
more qualified in that job

than any of us.

Ha-ha! Finally, somebody
who speaks some sense.

Now, you're not
going to hold this

against her, are you, Dick?

Senator, matters of principle
have nothing to do with Sarah's

job qualifications.

What a world.

Where did you get
all this stuff from, sir?

Compliments of Colonel Barret.

Whatever you do, Bud,

make sure I have
enough time to get in there.

What do I do if they come back?

Name, rank and
social, Lieutenant.

Not Bradenhurst. Um...

Oh, uh... run like hell.

And, uh, Bud.

Yeah.

Whatever you do,
don't let them probe you.

(quietly): No probe.

This is Alpha Unit.
We've got an explosion

outside gate three.
Going to investigate.

We need backup, on the double.

Let's go, let's go. Let's move.

(tires screeching)

How are you feeling, Commander?

(groaning)

Like six feet of
well-used latrine.

The nausea will wear off

shortly.

You were trespassing again.

Listen, when did "top secret"
become everybody's business?

Do you have any idea how
many nut cases we have

trying to break onto this site

'cause they think we
have crashed spaceships

and aliens on ice out here?

Who are you?

You're not DSD.

Advanced weapons and research?

I saw the aircraft.

I... felt whatever the hell
that was you hit me with.

Some kind of new pulse
weapon's my guess.

We build weapons
here, Commander.

Weapons that your
military relies on.

Weapons that save lives.

Now, why would you
try to jeopardize that?

Don't start singing
"Old Glory" to me.

This isn't about patriotism.

This is about money.

Designing and selling
weapons is a business

just like it is for cars,
stereos, and candy bars

and it's competitive as hell.

There are deadlines to meet,
and Washington expects results.

You cut corners,
you trim costs, you...

(groaning softly)

You push test flights...

Anything to give you
the edge over the guy

in the secret lab next door.

Sooner or later,
there's an accident.

This one cost a
Marine aviator his life.

You will be held accountable.

You know, if I were
you, Commander,

I'd be less concerned with us

and more worried about
how your recent actions

will affect your career.

That is, assuming that you still

have one when this is all over.

Let's go.

Where's Commander Rabb now?

I don't know, sir.

Well, am I to assume that
Commander Rabb has been arrested?

Accosted?

Abducted?

What, Lieutenant?

I'm not sure, sir.

I wasn't close enough
to see everything

but I believe they beamed
him, like a deer in headlights.

What do you mean,
they "beamed" him?

Like, with a spotlight?

It may have been a
vortex weapon, sir.

A high-powered shock wave.

It's the latest

in nonlethal military
soft weapons.

You weren't beamed
yourself, by any chance

were you, Lieutenant?

I'm not going to let you
sweep this under the carpet.

You've got no proof of anything.

This accident was investigated,

a cause was determined,
and we don't exist.

(men grunting)

This is Palmer.

We got a security
breach at section eight.

Come on!

Roger. Responding to
breach in section eight.

Securing all exits. Teams
Bravo and Charlie respond.

Bravo Team. We
copy. We're on it.

There he is!

Security, he's heading
for the southwest exit.

Got it? Easy.

Security, this is Bravo Team.

He's in a truck
headed for the gate.

Get in the other
truck and follow him.

Yes, sir. Let's go!

Let's go!

Don't let him get away.

Shoot out the tires.

Yes, sir.

I would have got away

if this thing had afterburners.

Where is it?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Wrong answer.

You just crossed
the line, Palmer.

Well, then, let's try again.

What are you going
to do, shoot me?

I am authorized
to use deadly force.

At least read the
signs, Commander.

Do it.

You like to play
chicken, is that it?

Well, who's the chicken now?

Put the gun down,
and let's find out.

Looks like we got
ourselves a standoff here.

This man has something

which belongs to us.

Colonel, I have evidence

that the Bradenhurst Corporation

have a secret
aircraft that collided

with your Marine helicopter,

causing the subsequent

death of Captain Cray.

You can't prove that.

Yes, I can.

I am taking Commander
Rabb into my custody

along with any and
all items on his person

and if you don't
want the same thing

to happen to you, Mr. Palmer,

I suggest you get
off my base now.

You got nothing.

We'll see about that in court.

Palmer?

I owed him that, Colonel.

Damn.

And we get the bad reputation.

(engine starting)

All right, let's go.

(knocking)

Enter.

At ease, Major.

Uh, you need something?

Uh, yes, sir.

What is this?

My request for terminal leave.

I'm resigning

my commission, sir.

I've been offered a
job at a civilian law firm.

I thought something
like this was coming.

Is that why you took me

off the big cases?

You're not happy here?

No, sir.

I-I mean, yes, sir.

It's more complicated than that.

It's about long-term

career goals... You
know, spreading my wings.

I don't suppose there's
anything I could say

to make you change your mind?

I'd prefer that you didn't, sir.

They're putting me on a big case

that's going to be argued in
front of the Supreme Court.

How soon are you
going to be leaving?

With your permission, sir,

I'd like to begin terminal
leave on Monday.

Monday?!

I'm sorry, Admiral.

I know this is short notice.

Damn short notice.

It was a sudden offer.

I have 45 days' leave

on the books.

You ambushed me, Major.

Uh, I'm sorry, Admiral.

If there was any other way, I...

I know it doesn't come
as a total surprise.

My current assignments
attest to that, sir.

Fine. If you want to leave
that badly, consider it done.

You were an asset
to the Marine corps

and to JAG.

You will be missed.

Thank you, sir.

I'm sorry it has to be this way.

So am I, Major.

So am I.

Major,

you are dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Major, I don't mean
to sound stupid

but do you really
have to do this?

No, I don't have to,
Bud, but I want to.

I'm going to miss you, Major.

Well, I'm going to be
a civilian soon, Bud.

You might as well get
used to calling me Sarah.

I don't think I can, ma'am.

Uh, have you seen
Commander Rabb?

Well... tell him I said good-bye

and just try to keep
him out of trouble, okay?

You can count on me, ma'am.

I know, Bud.

I know.

Trying to sneak away

without saying good-bye, Major?

I'd prefer "good luck."

Good luck.

It's been a pleasure

serving with you.

Commander... Harm...

I know you probably
feel betrayed

and there's just so many things
I need to say to explain myself.

No, you don't.

It's okay.

I understand.

I may not like it, but, uh...

I'm happy for you.

I mean,

hell, it's not like you're
going to Afghanistan.

I mean, you're taking a job

in Washington, right?

We'll probably be

fighting each other in court

again next week.

I'd like that.

Well, it's 'cause
you're a masochist.

(chuckling)

Oh, hey, don't start crying.

People see Marines cry,
and they give the Corps

a bad name.

Permission to hug the Commander?

Sure. Permission granted.

I'm going to miss you, Harm.

I'm going to miss
you, too, Sarah.

Your ride's here.

Nice car.

Yeah, but it's no Tomcat.