JAG (1995–2005): Season 4, Episode 22 - Soul Searching - full transcript

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It's Teresa Marcello.

"If you try to stop
me, the American dies.

"If you try to delay me,

"the American dies.

"If you try to follow me,

"the American dies.

How did she know we were here?

It doesn't matter, signore;
she cannot escape.

Tim Fawkes has been
her hostage for over a year.

I'm not going to get his
brains blown out now.



Tenente, he's
like a father to me!

Don't get him killed!

Go, go, go!

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Why does a couple having
a baby always trade in

the guy's most treasured
vehicle for a van?

Well, a baby needs a
lot of logistical support:

Stroller, car seat,
portable playpen

diaper bag... lots
and lots of stuff.

Stocking up for a baby
or a regiment, Lieutenant?

I think a minivan

sounds very sensible, Harriet.

Thank you, ma'am.

Why do men get so
attached to their cars?

I've had my Bug since I was

a sophomore at San Diego.

I rebuilt her from the frame up.

I flipped a gazillion
burgers to pay for her.

She's got more great
memories than she does miles.

I even lost my v...

Your v-v what?

'Vette.

Somebody stole
my 'Vette last night.

Did you call the police?

I tried. I got more
recordings than Sinatra.

I can't even believe she's gone.

I had that car since
I got my wings.

Well, let it go, mate.

What do you mean, "Let it go"?

Well, a classic
Corvette's easy to trace.

The buggers who snatched it

are probably chopping her
for parts even as we speak.

Sorry, Harm.

Let's go call the police.

A gazillion great memories, huh?

Burgers. "a gazillion
burgers," Harriet.

Enter!

Mr. Webb, sir.

Tiner, every time I turn

away from this damn thing,
a dog starts chewing it up.

That's a screen saver, sir.

Would you like me
to change it, Admiral?

Please.

It's starting to remind
me of the SECNAV.

I'll do it, Tiner.

We have to talk,
and I'm time critical.

As you were.

Aye, sir.

What the hell happened to you?

I got too close to a grenade.

So, you finally decided
to join the millennium

and get computer-literate.

No choice.

SECNAV said I was

the only flag
officer in the Navy

not on-line.

Who threw the grenade?

A rather beautiful woman.

There's one thing I've always
admired about SEALs, Admiral.

Just one?

Your code of never
leaving a man behind.

In the company, we not
only leave them behind,

we deny ever knowing them.

Recognize her?

No. I assume she's
the grenade tosser.

Mm-hmm. Teresa Marcello
of the Red Brigades.

Italians eradicated
La Brigada Rosa

same time the berliners
smashed the wall.

They never got Teresa.

She fled Italy and became
a freelance terrorist.

Worked with everyone
from Basque separatists

to the I.R.A.

About a year ago,
she returned to Italy

and kidnapped this man.

Know him?

You know damn well
I know him, Webb,

or you wouldn't be here.

What's the game?

No game, A.J.

Tim Fawkes recruited
me into the company,

became my mentor,

taught me everything
he learned in 30 years.

He even told me about
a SOG op in Laos,

where he saved the life
of a young SEAL lieutenant

back in '68.

Why didn't you ever
tell me you knew Tim?

If I had, I'd have to tell
you how I let him down

the day he was kidnapped.

I froze.

Did nothing.

Did worse than nothing.

I watched them drive away

without even getting
the license number.

The van was probably stolen.

The license wouldn't
have done you any good.

At least I would
have done something.

You said this Teresa Marcello

was freelancing her terrorism.

Who'd she kidnap Tim for?

The Bosnian Serbs.

They wanted to trade
him for Simo Barzdic,

who we snatched for war crimes.

And the company wouldn't trade?

We wouldn't even talk.

Tim was officially a
cultural attaché with State.

The company couldn't
acknowledge he was one of ours

and State refused to
negotiate with the Serbs

because, in reality,
he wasn't one of theirs.

How do you people
expect any loyalty?

Abandonment is the price
we pay for getting caught.

Tim wasn't caught spying.

He was kidnapped by a terrorist.

I don't make policy, A.J.,
any more than you do.

I don't leave my
friends behind, Webb.

That's why I'm here.

Two days ago, working
without company authorization...

I tried to affect a rescue

using Italian
anti-terrorist police.

It failed.

Is Tim dead?

No.

He's still alive,

and I have a source who
can locate him, but I need help.

I thought since Tim
once saved your life...

Tim Fawkes didn't save my life.

He saved my soul.

Do you think maybe
Brumby was right?

Mic's having you on.

Look, I'm sure the police
can find your lost car.

This wasn't lost,
Mac, it was stolen.

You're never going to get
through... I tried for over...

Auto Theft, Detective Bigi.

My Jeep was jacked last June.

Mario, it's Sarah MacKenzie.

Sarah, you calling
for that dinner?

Not yet.

Still don't trust yourself
with an Italian, huh?

No, I still don't trust
myself with men.

Um, Mario, my partner,
Lieutenant Commander Rabb's

'68 corvette was stolen last
night in front of his apartment

between Seventh and Eighth.

Your partner's either
rich or dumb if he parked

a Corvette overnight
on that street.

My apartment
doesn't have a garage.

Moments like these are
why I hate speakerphones.

Sorry.

Excuse me, Commander

but the admiral wants
to see you ASAP.

Did your Corvette have
a police tracking system?

No.

Well, I thought it
was too expensive.

Cheaper than buying another car.

Look, you know, maybe some kids

took it for a joyride.

It happens.

But a '68 corvette's a
carjacker's dream, commander.

They get big money
for it from a chop shop.

The parts are worth
more than the car.

Give me the details
and I'll get on it.

Um, it was a frame-off
restoration, crimson red body

midnight blue leather interior

chrome Remus exhaust system

super punch air-flow intake,

P-Zero racing tires,
balanced and blueprinted

Chevy 350.

Polished, imported heads.

You asked to see me, sir?

What took you so long?

Uh, well, sir, I had to report

my personal vehicle stolen.

That cherry red 'Vette?

It was crimson,
Admiral, but, yes, sir.

Oh.

I'm going to be leaving
the country for a few days

on a personal emergency.

I need for you to
cover for me. Yes, sir.

I've informed the SECNAV

you'll be doing the budget
meeting tomorrow at 1100.

Mr. Roberts has been
crunching the numbers.

He knows what's important
to me and what's not.

Yes, sir.

Um, Commander Mattoni
and Commander Imes

are duking it out on the
Bennington court-martial.

You may need to referee.

Well, I'll hand out
boxing gloves, sir.

Oh, Major Mackenzie
may need your help

with the Ensign
Brown manslaughter.

The major and I are
already working together

on that case, sir. All right.

And, um, the, uh...

well...

You can figure it out.

There.

All right.

Uh, you're leaving
the country, sir?

I said it was
personal, Commander.

Aye, sir.

Here, you can take my wheels

while I'm out of town.

Ah... thank you, Admiral.

This where it happened?

You can still see dried
blood on the pavers.

Il Tenente's femoral artery

was severed by a
grenade fragment.

He died before the
paramedicos got here.

Did you know him very well?

I only met him that morning,

but when I asked
him to hold fire, he did.

It got him killed.

They should wash
all the blood out.

Garçon...

una mas espresso doppio.

You just spoke

French, Spanish and
Italian in one sentence.

He understood what I was saying.

Webb!

It's George Decker.

He's one of ours.

Ours? You mean C.I.A.?

What a lousy coincidence.

I don't believe in coincidences,

and I'll wager neither
does the mafia.

Get rid of him. It could
blow the meeting. How?

How? I don't know.
He's one of yours.

George.

Clayton Webb.

Maria Elena.

Bon giorno.

Signorina Elena.

Webb works at State with me.

Working on the cable car
accident, aren't you, Clayton?

So it seems.

A terrible incident, uh... Yes.

It's tragic for everyone,
but especially for the families

of the victims.

You seem to have had an
accident of your own, Mr. Webb.

He had a run-in with a van.

I thought you went
home to recuperate.

Oh, I heal faster in Rome.

Must be the wine, the sunshine

and the pretty girls.

Who's your friend?

He's an actuarial accountant.

He computes the value

of accidentally terminated
life for settlement purposes.

And if you don't leave now,
he'll be computing yours.

Timing's everything.

I beg your pardon?

Oh. Looks like you
all are going to miss

our "Minivans for Moms" sale.

It's over in ten days, and
the lieutenant, obviously

has a month or
two to go here, so...

No, no. I'm due on Friday.

You're pulling my leg.

No. I swear.

My Mary Lou was bigger
than you in her fourth month.

Let's get you off your
feet here, Lieutenant.

We're not buying;
we're just looking.

Now, that's sensible,
very sensible.

Compare prices, compare models.

Then see Senator
Jim... That's me.

I'm Harriet, and this
is my husband Bud.

You were a senator?

Oh. Bat boy for the Washington
Senators when I was a kid.

Here we go.

These ergometrically-designed
seats are perfect

for a little lady
in your condition.

Comfortable as an
old slipper, isn't it?

Wow! This is amazing.

This van has a lot
of bells and whistles.

We're looking for something
a little bit more modest.

Practically everything

on her is standard, Lieutenant.

You got your
cup-holders, vanity mirror

the coolant-temperature
gauge, storage bin,

windshield wipers,
carpeting, cloth headliner,

even an am/fm radio.

Oh, what about the,
uh... the cruise control...

uh, the cd player?

Oh, my God.

Is that a GPS?

Well, now, that's extra,

but think of the peace
of mind you'll have

knowing exactly where you are

anywhere in the United
States or Canada.

We'll read maps.

Well, now, as
standard equipment,

here in the rear compartment

are two integrated child seats.

We only need one.

For now.

Oh, my gosh.

Is that a TV set?

Complete with a vcr
to keep your little ones

entertained on those long

summer road trips
to Disney World

or the Grand Canyon.

I've never seen
the Grand Canyon.

It's probably a gas guzzler.

No, 25 miles to the gallon

even with that air conditioner
throwing out snowballs in August.

Oh, Bud, I love it.

$32,000?

Well, that includes
roof rack, alloy wheels

and special trim.

That's as much
as I net in a year.

Maybe I could get
my dad to help us.

I'm not going to take any
money from your father.

We'll just have to buy
something less expensive.

Like what?

Your mafia friend's late.

He'll be here.

The table at the door
is for his bodyguard.

Why is the mafia
helping us find Teresa?

Well, there are
two rival syndicates

in Italy: The Camorra
N'Drangatta in Naples

and the mafia in Sicily.

Teresa's uncle, Mario
Marcello, is boss of the Camorra.

The man we're
meeting... Enrico Amati...

Is boss of the Sicilian mafia.

Amati's helping us
because he just wants

to jerk Marcello's chain?

Losing face is as important
in Italy as it is in China.

Must have something
to do with Marco Polo.

Yeah, well, think about this:

Why is Teresa holding on to Tim?

After the Serb
swap didn't happen,

why didn't she kill him
or just cut him loose?

I don't know, but that table
is about to be occupied.

Grazie.

I don't think the admiral

is going to get away
with this one, sir.

What one?

Um, page 32.

"Maintenance of Real Property."

Yes, sir. Item 15.

"Repair and Plastering
of Courtroom Ceiling."

$32,800.52?

Outrageous, isn't it, Commander?

For the price of a
fully loaded minivan

just to plug up a
few bullet holes.

Bullet holes?

Yes, sir. Remember when you...

That's was two years ago, Bud.

They plastered over those holes.

I was docked a
hundred bucks a hole.

The structural damage
wasn't found until last month.

Structural damage?

It's all explained
in Addendum 73.

Bid Alpha 4-7-7-0.

"Demolition of existing stucco

"ceiling rafters

"removal of slate roof

"reframing new roof?

Hot mop number 90 over
30 copper wire system"?

What the hell is that?

I don't know, sir, but...

it's expensive.

"Replacement of air ducts

new flashings,
reinstallation of old slate."

I'm not responsible
for all this, am I?

Well, the surveyors claim

that your rounds
cracked the slate

and that a year and a
half of rain did the rest,

but the admiral's prepared

to argue that the roof
was leaking before you...

aerated it, and that you merely

exacerbated an existing problem.

That's a good argument.

SECNAV's never
going to buy that, sir.

You're right.

Suggestions, Mr. Roberts?

We put it under the
building health program, sir.

The building has
a health program?

Oh, yes, sir. This is
a very old building.

When they sealed
and air-conditioned it

in the '60s, the building
stopped breathing.

The mold's been
building up in the air ducts

the ozone from the
copiers, and the out-gassing

from the paint and the carpets

are all being trapped inside.

The result is an
extraordinary loss of man hours

due to respiratory infections.

You know, I have
had a lot of colds

since I've been stationed here.

Now, we've been authorized

to replace the air
conditioner, paints, carpets,

clean out the air ducts

and rebuild the roof
ventilation system...

Which one could argue

you started doing
about two years ago.

So I believe this bid

belongs in the
building health budget.

You know, the admiral said

you, uh, knew how he
wanted things handled,

so if you say that's
where it belongs,

then I say you're right.

Yes, sir.

Whew. Thank you
very much, Lieutenant.

Can I ask a favor, sir?

Name it, Bud.

Talk Harriet out of a minivan.

I assume you're armed,

so please, deposit your
weapons on the waiter's tray.

Mine's bigger.

You're not very trusting.

That's why I'm alive.

Hmm.

The gun of a spy, huh?

And the gun of a soldier.

Sailor.

Then you must be Clayton Webb.

That's right.

And you?

Admiral A.J. Chegwidden.

Chegwidden, Chegwidden.

Oh, yes.

You're the man who
killed my nephew,

Luscino Antinori.

Ironic, isn't it?

You ask me to
locate Teresa Marcello

before she executes
a C.I.A. hostage

and you bring with you the
man who murdered my nephew.

Signor Amati, you're
obviously mistaken.

No, he's not.

I killed Luscino Antinori
defending my daughter, Francesca

and I assume you know that.

I know Luscino
kidnapped your daughter.

I also know he murdered
her stepfather, Vittorio Paretti

and most important of all

I know he stole from me.

If you didn't kill Luscino...

I would have.

Then we don't have a problem.

But we do.

The admiral may
have done me a favor,

but I must let my sister know

that her son's
killer is in Roma.

Is that necessary?

She's my sister.

She has the right to
avenge her son's death, huh?

She will try to
kill the admiral?

Only the Camorra
use their women to kill.

Her husband, Vincenzo,

he will avenge his son's death.

This is crazy.

Si, vendetta.

Si.

English, please.

Signor Amati...

many people
have tried to kill me

at one time or another.

They're mostly dead,

so there's a good chance
that your brother-in-law

will join them if
he comes after me.

Does he have other sons?

Uno.

When he comes, I'll
regrettably kill him, too,

and after him...

My sister will expect me

to uphold the
honor of mi familia.

Then I'll have to kill you.

I don't want to have to do that.

A killing between us

does not embarrass the Camorra.

Very true

and Vincenzo is good
to my sister, and, uh...

Emidio is studying
to become a doctor.

Then you won't call your sister?

No.

No, he's obligated to do that.

When he calls...

That's his choice.

My sister lives in a
fishing village near Sciacca.

If I call in the morning

Vincenzo won't get here
until day after tomorrow.

I assume that's enough time

for you to conclude,
uh, your business?

If your information is accurate.

Hmm.

It is accurate, Admirale.

Where is Teresa Marcello hiding?

In the last place in Italy

an Americano would dare to look.

He's requested a sat-recon
of the ski resort in Cavalese?

How'd Webb get
the authorization?

A JAG-man investigation?

Chegwidden.

Admiral A.J. Chegwidden.

That's the guy I saw with Webb.

I knew he looked familiar.

No, no, no, I'll
take care of it.

The accountant
friend of Signor Webb...

He's an admiral?

You weren't
supposed to hear that.

Then stuff my ears.

That's not exactly
what I had in mind.

I don't understand
this macho thing

that men have with their cars.

MacKENZIE: Me, neither.

I suppose you didn't practically
wet your pants this morning

over that minivan?

Sir, at nine months

it's a physical, not
an emotional reaction.

What is wrong with
them getting a minivan?

It seems a very
sensible choice to me.

It's a mom car.

What makes a minivan a mom car?

Comes standard with two
peanut butter-covered kids.

Oh, like a Corvette comes
with a long-legged blonde?

A guy wants a
car with a little zip,

not something that goes

from zero-to-60 in a weekend.

Commander, we're having a baby.

We want something
with comfort and safety

and cargo space,

not zip.

How about an S.U.V.?

Not enough cargo
space, and it costs more.

What's an S.U.V.?

Sports utility vehicle.

It's like your Jeep.

Hmm.

You're really not into
cars, are you, Major?

No, a car is strictly
transportation to me.

I don't need it to
define my sexuality.

Well, otherwise, you'd
be driving a Humvee.

Oh, man.

Did you ever hear the
story about the elephant

the mouse and the Porsche?

Commander?

Detective Bigi is on the line.

They found your Corvette.

Clayton, what's wrong?

Nothing.

Nothing?

You look as pale as a dead fish.

Your satellite
request came through.

We have a 15-minute
clearance at 2117 Zulu.

Clayton... you
ever killed anyone?

That's a pretty silly question
to ask a company man.

No, I know you've run ops
where people have died.

I asked have you ever
killed anyone, face-to-face?

Once.

Actually, I didn't kill him.

He recovered.

Were you trying to kill him?

Yes.

Good.

Then, all I have to worry
about is you being a lousy shot.

We got lucky.

We raided this suspected
chop shop this afternoon

and found your Corvette among
a number of stolen vehicles.

Where is it?

There.

That's my Corvette?

Well, I'm afraid that's all
that's left, Commander.

They evidently shipped

all the parts before the raid.

Harm, I'm really sorry.

I wish to hell you hadn't
found her, Detective.

I would rather have
imagined some thief driving her

than... see her like this.

I know it's hard to take,

but finding the
frame will speed up

the insurance process.

I'm sorry, Detective.

I do appreciate you finding her.

I... just wish you'd found
her sooner, you know?

Me, too, Commander.

Sarah, when you
leave the nunnery,

give me a call.

I will.

So, I suppose you'll be
getting another Corvette.

You know, I had a Jack
Russell terrier once named Kip.

Kip was a great dog.

He grew old and he died

and after he was gone,
I got another dog, but...

I didn't get a Jack
Russell terrier.

So what's it going to be...

A Mustang? Camaro?
Beemer? Porsche?

I don't know.

Maybe it's time I got something

I can drive cross-country

without shipping my
luggage, you know?

Well, whatever
you get, put this in it.

Thanks, Mac.

I know him.

He's the terrorist

who pulled Tim into
the van in the Via Crispi.

Amati's a man of his
word. He found them.

One of them, anyway.

Webb.

It's the Marine Guard.

George Decker's outside.

Let him in.

It's okay, Sergeant.

I know you used the cable car
accident as your cover, Webb,

but isn't diverting a
satellite over Cavalese

carrying things
just a bit too far?

We're not on the
company's nickel, George,

so it's none of your business.

I'm assistant head of station.

You still work for the company,

which has ordered you to
stay out of the Fawkes situation.

Widen out a 50-meter
square and give me

a one-meter grid
on the hard copy.

All right.

If you were under company
orders, you wouldn't be using

Navy satellite time.

It's a joint op.

It can't be. I'd know.

Why would you know?

Because I'm in charge
of the Fawkes situation...

and I have been
ordered to do nothing.

Nothing.

And you've been
doing it very well.

You're going to get
Tim Fawkes killed.

Teresa Marcello isn't
going to let him live forever.

Have you found her yet?

Well, after that fiasco
the other night, the Italians

are going to shoot first
and sort the bodies out later.

We aren't involving
the Italians.

You're going in alone?

Want to go with us?

I'm calling Langley.

No, you're not.

I'm not going to arm wrestle
you for a phone, Admiral.

Good, 'cause you would lose.

Now, you go back
to doing nothing

and leave this to us.

We'll lose signal in 30 seconds.

Somebody's coming out.

Zoom back in.

There's two more coming.

I think the first one is the
big guy with the glasses.

No, forget him.
Center on the other two.

One of them may be Tim.

I can't. I'm losing signal.

It's Teresa Marcello!

We found them.

We lost them.

Those were suitcases

they were loading.

They're pulling out.

Why are they looking up?

It's a full moon.

If you knew you were being
photographed by a satellite

what would you have
a tendency to do?

Look up.

Someone told them they
were under satellite surveillance.

Take it easy.

Take it easy.

I don't know what the
hell you think you're doing.

You warned Teresa Marcello

she was under satellite
surveillance, Decker.

What the hell is
going on, George?

Look, I told you, I'm in
charge of the Fawkes situation.

Now, let it go before
somebody gets killed.

I'll tell you,
somebody's going to die

in about ten seconds

if they don't come up
with some answers.

Now, why did you
warn Teresa Marcello?

I've been paying Teresa
Marcello $10,000 a month

to keep Tim Fawkes alive.

What? When the swap
for Barzdic didn't happen,

the Serbs refused to pay her,

so Teresa offered
to give Tim back to us

for a million dollars.

And the company wouldn't pay it.

They offered $100,000.

At one time, Tim Fawkes
was up for director.

Which is why the
company offered $100,000.

Hey, if it were you or
me, it would've been nada.

So, why dribble the ransom
out at $10,000 a month?

The $10,000 isn't ransom.

It's option money until we
can get her the full million.

Which will never happen.

No, no, it could.

I mean, that's the
reason I warned Teresa.

I didn't want to run the
risk of getting Tim killed

while you're out
trying to free him.

I don't believe you.

Tim Fawkes ran our
Balkan operations.

Now, the Serbs may
decide to pay Teresa

to get him for
intelligence reasons.

Then the company could
justify paying the million.

Maybe more, depending on
what the Serbs offer Teresa.

So if the company thinks
it's in the national interest

to pay the ransom, they will

but if it's just to
save the life of a man

who worked loyally for
them for 30 years, they won't.

That's the way the world works.

Not my world.

You're going to
contact Teresa Marcello,

and you're going to tell her

the ransom's going to
be paid in full tomorrow.

So you can save him?

It's not going to work.

She's going to blow Tim
up and me along with him.

He's wired with explosives?

And a radio mike.

When I meet Tim to
pass him the option money

Teresa listens to
every word we say

and she's warned me.

There are two detonators.

Either can set off the bomb.

Even if you get Teresa

you don't know who
the second trigger is.

Where do you meet him?

At the fountain

in the Piazza
Santa Maria at 2:00.

It's always crowded then.

Tim shows up and
then he disappears.

Make the call.

Tim and I will die.

Not if both
terrorists die at once.

MacKENZIE: So, Bud tells me
you sold the budget to the SECNAV.

Yeah, he did a little
creative slashing,

and... I think the
admiral will be pleased.

Have you heard from him?

No. I have no idea where
he is or what he's doing.

He told me it was personal.

Yeah, I know how that goes.

That's why you haven't
asked me about last week,

isn't it?

I never thanked
you for the flowers.

They were beautiful.

I would have come
to the funeral...

I know.

That's why I didn't call
until Dad was buried.

My mother was there.

How was that?

It was a... growing experience.

If you hadn't talked me
into it I never would've gone.

Mac, I can't talk you into
something you didn't want.

Just the same... thank you.

It's getting dark in here.

Is it?

Yeah.

Why don't you,
uh... come with me

and help me pick out a new car

with Harriet and Bud?

Uh, isn't that something
Jordie should be doing?

Mac, you pick out a new
car with your girlfriend

you might as
well buy her a ring.

You tell Tim, "it's a great day

to be playing baseball
at Ebbets Field."

Ebbets Field hasn't
existed since the '50s.

September the 24th,
1957, to be exact.

You tell him you
heard he umpired there.

By then, he'll know I'm
here and what I'm asking.

What are you asking?

I'm asking where
the terrorists are.

Whoa. How will he know...?

Decker... just
do what I tell you.

Okay?

Now, listen, this
is very important.

When Tim approaches you

you stand right here,
facing this fountain.

Wh-What if he
approaches from behind?

You face this fountain

until he comes around

and faces you, okay?

Good, good.

Now, what are you going to say?

Uh... "It's a great day

to be playing baseball
at Ebbets Field."

Where... I heard
you used to umpire.

"Where I heard
you used to umpire."

Good, good.

Now, Tim's going
to say things to you

relating to fielding positions.

He may say that, um...
he didn't umpire there

that he played second base

or he played right
field... doesn't matter.

I'll understand
what he's saying.

You just keep the
conversation going.

For how long?

Until we kill the terrorists...

or until you and Tim blow up.

All right...

you've got 15 minutes.

Hey, George?

Good luck.

Okay, you're looking
at a baseball field

where the fountain
is the pitcher's mound.

The travel agency
would be first base

the art exhibit would
be second base. Got it.

Tim is going to identify targets

based on fielding positions.

If he says he played right field

that means one of them
would be in the trattoria.

If he says he played third base

he'd be around the gelato stand.

Left field would be...

Where the Vespas are parked.

Good.

What if one of them
is up in a room?

Well, he might say something

about the right field
bleachers or the press box

behind home plate.

Look, it's not perfect,
but it doesn't have to be.

We know Teresa, and we know

the big guy with glasses.

What if there are three of them?

You did this with Tim
in Laos, didn't you?

When he saved your soul.

The Pathet Lao were
funneling MIAs north

through a small German
missionary hospital

on the Mekong.

Somebody there was
using sodium pentathol

to interrogate American pilots.

The intel they were getting...

was costing us a lot of lives

so my SEAL team was
sent in to take him out.

Tim was the C.I.A.
operative in the area,

working undercover
as a French missionary.

He was able to get
inside the compound,

which was heavily
guarded by Pathet Lao.

I spent a day and
a night on a ridge

a thousand meters away
sweating over my scope

waiting for Tim to...

identify the target
and call the shot.

He never did.

Why not?

The target was a nun.

Would you have taken
the shot if he'd called it?

I was young

and believed in carrying
out my mission above all else.

You didn't answer my question.

You better get down there.

Hey, kids, get out of here.

Vamanos! Vamanos!

What's so funny?

Decker's Italian.

CHEGWIDDEN: Okay, I got him.

It's Tim. He's coming
from center field.

Hello, George.

Tim.

Great day to be an umpire...

at Ebbets Field?

Didn't you used to umpire there?

No, I usually played right field

or helped out in the press box.

Okay, he's called...

right field and the press box.

The press box is
directly below me.

I got no shot.

That one's yours.
I'll take right field.

I got the big guy
with the glasses.

You're looking for Teresa.

Copy that.

Is that the money?

The money?

Oh, yeah. Here's the money.

Webb?

Still searching.

I got her! Shoot!

Ebbets Field?

Was it Dodger Stadium?

You okay?

Yeah.

♪ ♪

Don't you just love it, Bud?

Yeah. I love it since
I get to keep my Bug.

Well, $1,000 trade-in
wasn't nearly enough money

for the, uh, car
you lost your v-v-v...

Will you stop that?

How is it, sir?

Well...

it's no Corvette, but, uh,
you know, it's got some spunk,

and it's four-wheel
drive, so I can go off-road.

I think it fits you, sir.

We'll see.

Wow. This is great.

I-I had not idea what I
was missing all these years.