JAG (1995–2005): Season 4, Episode 2 - Embassy - full transcript

Give me the wallet.

Now.

You speak English, man?!

You mean, do I speak English?"

And-and the answer is,
yes, better than most, sir.

Give me the watch.

This-this was a-a
present from my wife.

It is of no monetary value.

Just hand it over,
man! No! Please!

Stay down!

Please, there is no
need for violence.



Shut up!

Hey!

Get lost or get shot.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

I... I don't know who you are,

but I am forever
in your debt, sir.

Don't mention it.

Professor.

(tires screeching)

♪ ♪

ROBERTS: "The
Jack Russell Terrier

is fun loving and
extremely intelligent."

Why are you showing me this?

I thought it might be
nice if we got a puppy.



A puppy?

Look at his little face.

(sighs) Oh, I can't believe you.

You think that if you can
convince me to get a puppy

that I won't want
to have a baby.

What?

No, no, no. That's ridiculous.

You know I want kids.

But now that you
mention it, you know,

we might be smart by
getting a puppy, you know,

kind of like a dry
run for children.

Oh, I see... so if I do a
good job house-training a pet

you might consider me
for the mother of your child.

No.

No?

I mean, of course not. I
can't even believe you.

Harriet, that's
not what I meant.

"Patricia, give Harm

"a big hug and a kiss
for me, and be strong.

I'll be home soon.

I love you guys."

Hey. Uh...

Uh, come in.

Just...

filing some stuff away.

How's your mom?

Good.

She's...

really good, actually, you know.

You're still wearing
his M.I.A. bracelet.

(chuckles)

Yeah.

You're not filing
away memories, Harm.

You'll have those forever.

(knock at door)

Sir. Ma'am.

The Admiral wants
to see you A.S.A.P.

REPORTER: Angry protesters
clashed with police for a second day

in the Sudanese
capital of Khartoum.

Last month, the U.S. destroyed

a suspected chemical
weapons factory in the city.

Fearing similar
reprisals by the U.S.,

many Sudanese have turned
against their government,

which is known for it's
support of terrorist activities.

Seven weeks ago, the Sudanese
president was assassinated.

No one's claimed
responsibility, but ever since then

two parties have been
fighting for control.

In the South,
General Hyad Zuleke,

leader of the Sudanese
Freedom Party.

Old school,

hard-core.

In the North,

Ambassador Ki
Moshak, new school.

Politically savvy.

General Zuleke is all muscle.

Ambassador Moshak is all brains.

Sounds like they
should get together.

Probably will at ten paces.

Which would leave room
for professor Dobotu,

who's the heart and
soul of his country...

A poet who speaks
for the people.

Whoever he endorses
wins the election.

Which way is he leaning?

Nobody knows.

Sounds like he
should run for election.

The professor despises politics.

He was supposed to sit down

with our president last
Thursday, but he never showed.

Kidnapped?

Most likely.

Ambassador Moshak
and General Zuleke

are, of course,
blaming each other.

CHEGWIDDEN: Sudan
has a strategic importance

to this country.

It borders Libya
and the Red Sea.

Iran has a base in
the port of Suakin.

General Zuleke will not allow

an American
presence in his country.

Ambassador Moshak will.

Guess who we're rooting for.

Commander, I understand
you've been invited

to an embassy party
Ambassador Moshak

is giving to
solidify his support.

You know the ambassador?

Not really. I took
him for a ride

in a Tomcat once... Part
of the Pentagon's plan

to woo him to our side.

And this is a
perfect opportunity

for the two of you to learn

if he knows anything about
the professor's abduction.

The ambassador likes to surround

himself with military types.

He thinks it helps boost
his image as a leader.

So you and the Major will
have the perfect cover...

Going in as yourselves.

Cover for what?

We need you to access the
embassy's computer system.

You want us to break into a
foreign embassy's computer.

What aren't you
telling us, Webb?

This had better not
be another setup.

SECNAV has
approved this operation.

MACKENZIE: When's the party?

1900 tonight.

Tonight?

My dress uniform's
at the cleaners, sir.

I don't have a dress; I
haven't done my hair.

Your hair's fine, Major,
and Webb's taken care

of the dress.

You don't even know my size.

36, 24, 36, 5'8" plus.

130 pounds.

120, thank you very much.

I didn't mean to say
anything to offend you.

I think you're going to
make a great mother.

It's me that I'm worried about.

I didn't have the greatest
of role models growing up.

I think you'll be
the best father.

Really? Yeah.

I-I'm just a little bit scared,
and when I get scared,

I say stupid things, and
when I say stupid things,

I start to ramble.

You know, some people
overeat and... or smoke

and me, I just tend to ramble.

I'll just go...

What did I say now?

WEBB: The reception will be held

in the ballroom.

Moshak's office is on
the second floor, here.

There's a fire escape door
here, but it has an alarm on it.

At 7:46, there will be a
six-second power outage.

That'll give you enough
time to get into the stairwell.

Then all you have to do is

get past the
security room, here.

Is that all?

There's a maximum of two men

watching the monitors
at any one time.

If you can get them out of
the room, you're home free.

Now, how am I supposed
to do that, Webb?

(Chegwidden clears throat)

There's a computer in the
ambassador's outer office.

You'll need to reboot it.

You're a regular
James Bond, Webb.

Use this disk; then
hook up this cell phone.

It's programmed

to speed-dial a modem

where we have a
data specialist waiting.

You mean a hacker.

And don't bother trying to
make any personal calls.

It's only wired for
high-speed modem transfers.

And if the Commander
gets caught?

He'll be in and out
in two minutes, max.

This is strictly a
voluntary assignment.

Neither one of you have
to do it if you don't want to.

I didn't get all dressed
up for nothing, sir.

Well, I've, uh... I already
shaved twice today, sir, so...

(classical music playing)

(overlapping chatter, laughter)

Thank you. Excuse me.

Commander Rabb.

Ambassador Moshak.

It's a pleasure to
see you again, sir.

Glad you could make it.

This is a colleague of mine

Marine Corps Major,
Sarah MacKenzie

also with the JAG Corps.

Ah, welcome, Major.

I'm sure you must get
tired of people telling you

you do not look like a marine.

Not really, sir.

If you'll excuse me a moment,
I think I see someone I know.

Ah, champagne, Major?

Mm. Thank you.

In my country, few
women become lawyers

but none become marines.

That's too bad.

I think you would intimidate
most of the men in Sudan,

but I must admit,

I find American
women fascinating.

Thank you.

It's past 1946.

What time you got?

19:47 and 16 seconds.

Do you think the
mission's scrubbed?

Maybe we should call Webb.

Let's wait a few more minutes.

You wait; I'll make the call.

(waiter grunts)

MOSHAK: Ladies and gentleman,

I really have to
pay that electric bill.

(laughter)

Find out what's going on.

Who's that?

Stop!

This is a restricted area.

Oh, yeah?

Well, then, what
are you doing here?

I'm going to have
to ask you to return

to the ballroom.

No way. I've had enough

of those people.

What is going on?

I think she passed out.

She's drunk.

What do you want
me to do with her?

We'll take her out
the service entrance.

Hang on. I'll be right
there to help you.

Take her arm. Okay.

(MacKenzie groans)

(classical music continues)

(groaning)

I-I-I think I'm
going to be sick.

(coughing)

Stay with her.

I'm going upstairs.

(sighs)

Come on, Webb.

(elevator bell dings)

I think somebody
spiked the punch.

Perhaps it would be best
if you left now, ma'am.

I'll have your car
brought around for you.

Oh, no, no. I'm feeling
much better now.

If you could just show me
the way back to the party.

I'm afraid I have
orders to escort you out.

Is this how Ambassador
Moshak treats his guests?

Well, is it?

You know, perhaps I
should have a talk with him

about his so-called hospitality.

(over radio): What is going on?

She's going back to the party.

Stop her.

Wait!

Finally.

Wait here! Stop!

Ambassador.

(gunshot)

(two more gunshots)

Stop! Ambassador.

Cooperate

and no one will get hurt.

It's a little late for that.

We will be splitting you up
into groups and putting you

in secure rooms.

Now, I know we have a number
of war heroes here tonight

but, I assure you,
this is not the time

for senseless acts of valor.

Take them away.

Go. Come with me. This way.

CAPTOR: Go, go, go!

Quiet!

Keep going, keep going.

Harriet. Are you all right?

No. I feel terrible.

I can't keep anything
in my stomach.

You want me to drive you home?

No. I'll be okay.

It's probably only
morning sickness.

Oh, coming through!

JAG, Lieutenant Roberts.

Bud, it's Harm.

Sir, it's Commander Rabb.

He's on line one.

He's got morning sickness.

What?

Uh, I mean, uh...

Commander, you're
on the speakerphone

with Admiral Chegwidden, sir.

What's going on, Commander?

Shots have been fired, sir.

The guests are being rounded
up by the embassy guards

and locked in rooms.

Call D.C. Police, Secret
Service and SECNAV.

Tell them what's
going on. Aye, aye, sir.

Where are you now, Commander?

Well, sir, I'm still in
the ambassador's office

pursuing Webb's wacky plan.

Wh-What about the Major?

She's been rounded
up with the others, sir.

Stay on the line.

What's our status?

Everything looks secure, sir.

Things are going to get very
intense in the next few minutes.

So stay relaxed
and follow the plan

and call the TV station.

What's wrong with that camera?

That's the ambassador's
outer office.

Send someone to check it out.

Commander, do not do anything
to exacerbate the situation.

Don't worry, sir. You know me.

Yes, I do.

(elevator bell dings)

(sirens approaching)

REPORTER: Just moments
ago, a number of police vehicles

converged outside the
Sudanese Embassy,

where Ambassador Moshak

is holding a
reception this evening.

The police are in the
process of closing...

(knocking) Yes?

Webb.

Did you expect this?

Someone taking over the embassy?

Of course not.

If you did, your ass is mine.

This is Jill Waterton
reporting live for ZNN.

(siren wailing) Here you go.

(sighs)

(sighs)

Are we ready? (speaks
native language)

Notify the TV van.

Tell them we are
sending them a message.

Then prepare to broadcast.

How are you feeling, Ambassador?

Let's get this over with.

(speaks native language)

My name is Colonel Shohala.

I have taken over the
Sudanese embassy

on behalf of General Hyad Zuleke
and the Sudanese Freedom Party.

We have 38 individuals
in our protection

who will be released unharmed,

provided our demands are met.

Now, before the United States
government decides to launch

a rescue operation,
you should be aware

that we are prepared to die

and take everyone in
this embassy with us.

I am confident, therefore

that we can reach a
peaceful resolution.

You watching this?

As a gesture of good faith

I am releasing
Ambassador Moshak,

so that he may receive
medical treatment.

MOSHAK: No.

I'm not leaving.

This is my embassy,
and these are my people.

I'm not leaving this embassy
until everyone else is freed.

SHOHALA: Then you will not
leave until we get what we want.

REPORTER: What
you've just seen was a li...

The ambassador's a brave man.

Or stupid.

Something's not
right about this.

(phone rings) They talk
about meeting their demands

and they don't
make any... why not?

Webb. When?

I'll be there.

Where are you going?

A D.O.D. crisis meeting.
I'll keep you informed.

Damn right you will...

From this office.

Excuse me?

My people are up to their
ears in this because of you.

You're not going anywhere
until I know they're safe.

Are you kidding?

Do I look like I'm kidding?

What is the status on
the camera, Anash?

It's broken, Corporal.

See if you can fix it. Quickly.

Okay.

All right. Let's go.

Hey!

This way, this way. Come on.

(speaks native language)

(siren wailing)

Want a drink?

No.

It may help calm you.

I don't want to be calm.

Relax, the worst part is over.

You did well.

The worst part?

Every law enforcement
agency and military group

in Washington now has
this place surrounded.

(helicopter propeller whirring) Of
course, they do; that was the plan.

Don't be getting
cold feet, Colonel.

Everything's going as expected.

Right now, the entire
world is pointing fingers

and throwing accusations
at General Zuleke.

He'll deny
everything, of course,

but the damage will be done.

So here's to
Sudan's next leader...

President Moshak.

I like the sound of it.

(phone rings)

Colonel Shohala.

The hostage negotiator

from the Secret
Service is calling.

Right on time.

He'll want you to
release the hostages.

What should I tell them?

Tell them nothing.

It's time for act two.

Shut down the switchboard.

(sirens wailing in distance)

(punches buttons)

(sighs)

This message is not only
for my Sudanese brothers

and sisters, but it is for
every oppressed people

around the globe.

Ambassador Moshak calls
himself a man of the people

but he's nothing
more than a puppet

of the American government.

General Hyad
Zuleke is the only man

with the courage, the
power and the knowledge

to save our country and our
people from being destroyed.

Don't listen to him.

General Zuleke is the enemy.

He murdered Professor Dubotu

to silence him

and now he's going
to murder me, too.

I offered to show you
that we are merciful

by releasing the
ambassador, but he refused.

Now I will show you
that we are determined.

(gunshot)

REPORTER: Uh, the terrorist...

We lost picture up here.

What's happening?

Well, find out!

They stopped broadcast.

I can see that!

(footsteps approaching)

(both sigh)

What's happening?

It's a scam.

There are no terrorists.

The shooting was faked.

It's all a ploy to make the
ambassador look like a hero

and discredit General Zuleke.

(machine gun firing)

Everybody stay put.

MAN: What's going on?

This is Ambassador Moshak.

General Zuleke's
terrorists have attempted

to take over the embassy.

(machine gun firing)

We have disarmed some of them

but there are
several still at large.

If my people are
watching back home,

I assure you we will not let

this senseless act of
violence go unavenged.

What General Zuleke
has tried to destroy

will become even more powerful.

Our country will be united.

We will overcome our enemies.

General Zuleke
will be overthrown

and the Sudanese Freedom
Party will be crushed,

ending their reign of terror

and I will bring peace to Sudan.

You have my promise.

Yeah, I bet he's got
a lot of people fooled.

Mm-hmm.

Get him out of here.

He really killed him.

Yep.

The only way this thing works

is if you have at
least one body.

Harm, we're the only ones
who know this is a scam.

REPORTER: The terrorist attack

at the Sudanese Embassy

in Washington, D.C.,
appears to be the latest

act of aggression in an ongoing

jihad aimed against
the United States.

Last month, American
embassies in Tanzania and Kenya

were bombed, killing
over 260 people,

and wounding several thousand.

But this is the first
terrorist on U.S. soil.

Yes, sir. I'll keep
you informed.

Four Iranian Mirage fighters

just left the Sudanese
port of Suakin

and are heading toward
General Zuleke's garrison.

If they attack, there's
a chance the Israelis

could lend the General a hand.

We're going to have
an all-out holy war

that could escalate
beyond Africa

and draw in half
the Middle East.

It was a simple
operation, Admiral.

I had no way of foreseeing this.

(knock at door)

Sir, the Secretary of the
Navy is on his way over here.

Looks like your people
are in the wrong place

at the wrong time
again, Admiral.

You approved
this operation, sir.

What I approved
was a simple piece

of intelligence gathering,

but your people have
an uncanny knack

for being where the trouble is.

I prefer to think of them as
where they're most needed.

We've got a nasty
situation here, A.J.

And what happens in that
embassy could lead to a conflict

that makes Desert
Storm look like Grenada.

What'd you have in mind, sir?

The police and the feds
need any intel you can get

from your people.

The sooner they diffuse
this situation, the better.

If we could get permission
from the ambassador,

we could send in
a Delta Force team

and end this in
about eight seconds.

But we can't... that embassy's
considered Sudanese soil.

We go in there with guns
blazing, it's an act of war.

And this isn't?

I am on my way to
the D.O.D. meeting.

Keep me informed.

Yes, sir.

(sighs)

Do we have a game plan here,

or are we just improvising?

I say we head for the roof.

Guaranteed there's at least

half a dozen
choppers in the area.

Somebody will give us a lift.

What about the
remaining hostages?

Well, they don't know anything,

so they're in no
immediate danger.

I think we should split up.

This embassy is filled
with video cameras.

We double our chances
of one of us getting out

if we divide their forces.

All right.

You head for the roof.

I'll try this basement.

Okay.

No, I'm better off without it.

You be careful.

Always.

There you are.

Could you show me the
way to the ladies room?

Oh, I think I'm
going to be sick.

(groans)

Get up now, or I will shoot you.

(groaning)

Professor Dubotu?

And you are?

Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb

United States Navy...

Judge Advocate General Corps.

They sent a lawyer to rescue me?

You shot him.

He shot at me first.

And that makes it right?

Violence only begets violence.

Thank you.

How well do you know
the layout of the embassy?

I know this room very well.

The rest, not so well.

Ambassador Moshak staged

a terrorist takeover
of the embassy.

He shot Colonel Shohala

to make himself look
like a hero to your people.

And people wonder why I refuse

to be involved in politics.

Well, like it or not, professor,
you're involved now.

Since your disappearance,

your countrymen have
been fighting each other.

(sighs)

My countrymen
have being fighting

for as long as I can remember.

What are you doing?

I'm helping this man.

Your country wants
Ambassador Moshak

to be president
because he pretends

to be American-friendly.

Compared to General Zuleke,

he is the lesser of two evils,

but he is evil nonetheless.

We just want to
help keep the peace.

It may be too late for that.

In America,

you go to war,
but in my country...

war comes to you.

Shouldn't we be
calling the police?

What about the terrorists?

Please, Major. I suspect
you and Commander Rabb

are on to my operation

so let's not pretend, shall we?

I thought Muslims didn't drink.

Yes, I've picked up some nasty
habits since I came to America.

Something tells me you were
nasty before you came here.

You know, you
can't hold me here.

Sit down. I'm a Major

in the United States Marine
Corps and an American citizen.

And this embassy is
considered Sudanese soil.

Now sit down.

Thank you.

(groaning)

Professor.

Take it.

I'm sorry. I-I don't believe
in violence, Commander.

Our lives may depend on it, sir.

I'm very well aware of that.

Professor, with respect,

if somebody starts shooting at
you, you turn the other cheek,

you're going to get
your head blown off.

Now take the weapon.

I'm sorry... but I can't.

MOSHAK: Did you find him?

No, sir, and we have lost
contact with Sabi and Hush.

Your Commander?

Right now, your men are
disappearing one by one.

Soon, you'll be
the only one left.

That's usually when
he turns out the lights

and comes after you all alone

in the dark.

You Americans watch
too much television.

Find me Commander Rabb.

Now!

I'm on my way, Ambassador.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Nicely done, Commander.

I'll be waiting for you...

with the Major.

Say something, Major.

(grunts slightly)

Anything will do.

(grunts)

Mac?

(grunts)

(dress tearing)

Mac? Mac?

I'm afraid they
don't make marines

like the used to, Commander.

You're a dead man, Moshak.

Yes, yes, well,
you better hurry,

'cause I don't think
Major MacKenzie's going

to enjoy the next few minutes.

Don't do it, Commander.

He's playing on your rage.

He's counting on you
retaliating with violence.

Well, I won't disappoint him.

You'll be walking into a trap.

I could use your help.

(sighs)

Be careful.

(sighs)

Yes.

Do not... move.

MOSHAK: We don't need
to worry about the lights

do we, Major?

This is standard
police procedure

in these situations, correct?

(helicopter propeller whirring)

Ah, Commander Rabb.

Corporal, would you
bring Dubotu here?

Mac, you okay?

Yeah, he hits like a girl.

Would you like a
drink, Commander?

No, thank you.

But, uh...

I tell you, I would like
a cigar if you have one.

Oh... help yourself.

Thanks, ambassador.
You're welcome.

Mmm.

Very nice.

They're Cuban.

You'd be surprised

by the multitude of sins one
can hide in a diplomatic pouch.

One of the many advantages
of being the ambassador.

It appears to be
someone in the window,

but we don't know if it's
a terrorist or a hostage.

The figure is wearing what
looks like a military uniform,

and appears to be lighting
a cigarette or a cigar.

Sir, that's a navy
dress uniform.

And those are JAG
shoulder boards.

That's got to be Commander Rabb.

CHEGWIDDEN: What
the hell's he doing?

Looks like he's trying to
signal us... that's Morse code.

WEBB: What's he saying?

P... w... r.

You behave like a man
who's never lit a cigar.

Try this one.

(soft chuckle)

Power. He wants us to
turn the power back on.

Why?

Who cares?! Put the
damn power back on!

Put the power back on.

So you're planning on
killing Professor Dubotu, huh?

Eventually.

The professor will remain
a guest of the embassy

for a couple of days
until things have settled

and then his body will
be found in a motel room.

Along with this.

He will have succumbed
to the deadly Ebola virus,

which he will have
been smuggling

out of the country for
General Zuleke, of course.

Murdering him in cold
blood isn't enough?

You have to discredit
his reputation, as well.

Whenever forced to
eliminate an opponent

such as the professor, one
runs the risk of creating a martyr.

DUBOTU: I'm sorry to
have been so much trouble.

Ah, speak of the devil.

We were just talking
about you, Professor.

So I overheard.

So...

this is your new leader.

REPORTER: We're going to
interrupt this broadcast to go live

to some images
we've just received

from inside the
Sudanese embassy.

Now, we believe...

that's Commander Rabb
and Major MacKenzie.

The Ambassador
appears to be in the office

with at least four other people.

Are you getting all this?

Take a look on his desk.

It's on his desk.

We need to get CBIRF
unit on the scene.

There were rumors floating
around the intel community

that the ambassador
had shown some interest

in biochemical weapons.

A few weeks later, somebody
ripped off some Ebola virus

from a research lab in Delaware.

You knew this, and you
allowed my people to go in there?

They were just rumors.

We need hard fact.

We never expected them
to have it in the embassy.

This was never about the
missing professor, was it?

It was about using my JAG
officers to do your dirty work.

You're jumping to conclusions...

I'm going to be jumping
to more than that

if you don't get my
people out of there, now!

Well, what are you going
to do, break my nose again?

Lieutenant, would
you please excuse us?

Aye, sir.

We got to get in there, now.

You think your virus
will know the difference

between blacks and Arabs?

It will kill everyone
without prejudice.

Ambassador...

What is it?

How...?

They've tapped into
the security cameras.

Very clever, Commander.

It's all over, Ambassador.

DUBOTU: No!

The whole world has
seen your betrayal.

You'll be arrested
for murder, kidnapping

and terrorism.

Shut up.

You'll spend ten lifetimes
in prison, Moshak.

He's right, you know.

Your only chance is to run.

Maybe the Iranian embassy

will grant you sanctuary,
might even help you

with safe passage
out of the country.

But you got to go now

while you still can.

Get my car ready.

Yes, sir.

After you, Major.

You don't need her.

Leave her here.

The Major's
taking a little trip.

Have you ever been
to Africa, Major?

If they try to leave, kill them.

Your boss just left
you holding the bag.

How's it feel?

So this is what you want to be?

A puppet to a ruthless criminal?

No...

there has been enough killing.

Our people are starving,

struggling to survive every day,

with no food, no medicine,

no hope.

And you...

you're sentencing
them to death...

Your own brothers and sisters.

What lies has he offered you?

Money?

Power?

The same lies he
offered Colonel Shohala.

And now he's dead.

You see, Commander?

There is an alternative.

Unfortunately, not
for men like Moshak.

They'll never let
you drive out of here.

They will if I have you.

Yeah, well, I'm a marine.

My life is expendable.

America does not
negotiate with terrorists.

We shall see.

Freeze, Moshak!

Let her go. It's over.

I wouldn't shoot if I
were you, Commander.

Too much to the
left, you hit your date.

Too much to the right,
you unleash a deadly virus.

Either way, the girl dies.

MACKENZIE: Harm! Incoming!

Don't ever hit a lady...

especially if she's a marine.

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Good.

Good.

All this violence and for what?

My people will still
slaughter each other.

What if you spoke to them?

Would they listen to you?

Could you stop the fighting?

Maybe.

The ambassador's been
broadcasting his propaganda

from that podium all night.

It's your turn, Professor.

I'm trying to find out about
Commander Harmon Rabb, Jr.

And Major Sarah MacKenzie.

Admiral Chegwidden
wants to know how they are.

Are you certain?

Thanks.

Are they okay? Uh, yeah.

Then can I talk to you for just
one second? Uh, not right now.

Please? It's really
important, Bud.

Well, does it have
anything to do

with what's going
on at the embassy?

No, but... Well, then it's
not important right now.

Thank you.

Webb's supposed to be on site.

Have him call me.

Have you heard anything?

Initial reports
are that there are

no additional casualties, sir.

It is important now,
more than ever,

for us to come
together as a people,

North and South,
Muslim and Christian,

black and Arab, everyone.

For if we allow
the forces of evil

and destruction to consume
us, we are all surely doomed.

They did it, sir!

Yes, Lieutenant,

looks like they did.

You all right, Lieutenant?

I think I'm pregnant, sir.

Thank you for
everything, Commander.

You're always
welcome in my country.

Well, looks like I missed
one hell of a party.

What happened to your dress?

That's government property.

So bill me.

Webb, next time you're thinking

about asking us for help, don't.

Ensign.

I-Is this...?

And you...?

And I'm going to be a...?

Congratulations,
Lieutenant, Ensign.

(both chuckle)

Oops. Whoa. You okay?

Yeah. You going to make it?

(laughing): Yeah.

You know, we should
go out more often.

Sure. I had a
wonderful time tonight.