JAG (1995–2005): Season 5, Episode 6 - Psychic Warrior - full transcript

You keeping them
out or us in, Swenson?

You're the mind reader.

You tell me.

Oh...

Thanks, Jimmy.

No problem, Chief.

So, the lieutenant
fly to the moon

or see God while I was gone?

Mm... no. For once,
he's sleeping like a baby.

Well, for once, maybe
we can get out of here

before dawn, huh? Let's hope so.



I hope you like ham and cheese.

It's all they had.

His brain waves
are off the Richter.

Pull up!

Pull up!

Pull up, damn it!

Sir!

Sir... wait!

Security.

Security.

Security Alert, Code Four.

Lieutenant, you're safe.

It's all right.

Bail out!



Bail out! Bail out! Bail out!

Oh, my God.

What the hell is remote viewing?

It's a kind of a
clairvoyance or E.S.P., sir.

The subject goes
into a meditative state

and attempts to see
something in the next room.

Or on the next continent, sir.

You mean, the
psychic spy program?

Hell, I thought the C.I.A.
shut that thing down years ago.

They closed most
operations, sir.

But there's still some
theoretical research going on.

And the Navy intel has its own
top-secret program called, uh...

"Stargazer," run by
Admiral Harrison Spencer.

Pretty gung-ho type of guy, sir.

Apparently, they were looking

for a downed
North Korean jet, sir.

The South Koreans wanted
to recover the electronics.

Haven't they ever
heard of satellites?

Satellites don't
see underwater, sir,

or through clouds.

But a junior officer flat on
his back in Washington can?

Well, the C.I.A. program had
a number of successes, sir.

One viewer located a secret
Chinese nuclear test site.

Another pinpointed where
the Red Brigade was holding

an American general hostage.

Yeah, and here, a
lieutenant goes into a trance

and ends up dead.

So, Mr. Roberts,

we know how you feel
about psychic phenomena.

Yes, sir. There's just
too much evidence

to ignore the reality
of the paranormal.

Colonel, do you have
any preconceptions

about psychic spies
and telepathic warriors?

Only that it sounds
like science fiction.

Well, Colonel,

a hundred years ago,
putting a man on the moon

was science fiction.

You three will
make a perfect team.

I want a thorough investigation
of Lieutenant McGrane's death

and Admiral
Spencer's role in it.

Dismissed.

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

Aye, aye, sir.

Colonel...

Whatever happened
about that Korean plane?

They never found it, sir.

Lieutenant McGrane showed

incredible promise at
simple precognition tests...

Naming the suits of unseen
cards, that sort of thing.

But you put the lieutenant
into psychic operations

before he received
medical clearance.

The lab was backed up.

All we were lacking were the
blood and toxicology reports.

Everything else checked out.

Is this where it happened, sir?

Yes. We have
worked 'round the clock

for the last six months.

Now, Admiral
Linsenmeyer suspended

all Stargazer operations,
pending your investigation.

I hope you don't ridicule

that which you don't
understand, Colonel.

Sir, do you really
believe in all this?

Not at first.

I didn't grow up in an ashram
chanting with some guru.

I was a country boy.

Studied chemical
engineering at the Academy

and believed the laws of
science were carved in stone.

But we have tested personnel

whose minds can
alter electric current,

predict the roll of dice,

even see events
thousands of miles away.

And you're sure there's
no rational explanation?

Have you never had an experience

that defied rational
explanation, Colonel?

Never seen something
in your mind's eye and...

it happened?

Sir, I can't even pick the right
checkout line at the supermarket.

And you, Commander?

Sir, I have had visions
that I can't explain.

I met a gypsy woman in Russia

who could see the
future and the past.

So, I guess, yes, I am open

to the possibility
of the paranormal.

And that's all I ask.

Sir, we'll need

to go through your records
and interview the staff.

Fine.

You can start with me.

All right, sir.

Uh...

It's November 2
and the time is...

11:36.

Exactly.

As usual.

Colonel, how did you do that?

I don't know, sir.

I've been able to tell
the time without a watch

since I was in the fifth grade.

That's a psychic gift...

A second cousin to telepathy.

Actually, sir, I just wanted to
know how long until recess.

Hey, when this is cleared
up, I would love for you

to undertake a remote
viewing experiment.

You'd find it fascinating.

It's a journey outside
your own body

with a soaring sense of freedom.

Sertraline, fluoxetrine

and a heavy dose of
monoamine oxidase inhibitors.

The tox scan shows that
your Lieutenant McGrane

was a pharmacological
disaster just waiting to happen.

Why would someone
take a cocktail like that?

Oh, they're standard
prescriptions

for depression and anxiety.

Lieutenant, have a seat.

But you shouldn't
be mixing them.

Well, eyewitnesses report
that the lieutenant thought

that he was on a North Korean
jet that was about to crash.

Hallucinations.

The drugs, combined with
the induced meditative state

could've produced
some pretty scary images.

Apparently, he was trying
to bail out of the plane.

Or out of the dream.

Well, either way, he
shouldn't have been there.

Anyone taking psychotropic
drugs shouldn't be fooling around

with altered states
of consciousness.

Well, the lieutenant
signed the release form

for human-use
experiments, but the only drug

he said that he was
taking was for an allergy.

Then he lied.

Lieutenant Niles McGrane

was under psychiatric care

for manic depression and anxiety

and he didn't want the
Navy to know about it.

He filled his
prescriptions off base

and didn't disclose his
condition to Admiral Spencer.

So, how is it that you
know all of this, Bud?

Well, after I spoke
to the pathologist,

I visited the widow.

Actually, I went
to mass with her

and lit a candle
for her husband.

That's ethical, isn't it?

I mean, to establish a
common ground with a witness?

It's fine, Bud.

Anyway, based on
preliminary test results,

the admiral convinced
Lieutenant McGrane

that he was
natural-born psychic.

He pushed him into volunteering.

So he could have declined.

Yeah, you ever tried to say
no to an admiral, Commander?

Well, I suspect it's
only slightly harder

than saying no to a colonel.

Anything else, Bud?

Well, yes, sir.

I've been going over the
Stargazer's financial records

and it looks like
Admiral Spencer

has been diverting funds
from Elint and Comint

into the Psychic
Warrior Program.

Well, that's hardly
incriminating.

As deputy director
of Navy intel,

he has the right
to reallocate funds.

Yeah, but he
doesn't have the right

to violate medical protocol
on human-use experiments.

Wasn't the lieutenant at fault

for not disclosing his
psychiatric condition?

Why do you two find it
necessary to defend the admiral?

Why do you find it necessary to
continually attack him, Colonel?

Because he takes unnecessary
risks with other men's lives.

Beg your pardon, Colonel.

Admiral Chegwidden would
like to see all of you, ASAP.

He wants to fight it.

Wants to go down with the ship.

He told me he had a dream
that someday psychic ops

would be as commonplace
as radar and satellites.

Enter.

At ease, at ease.

I believe you all know

Admiral Linsenmeyer,
director of naval intelligence.

Yes, sir. Admiral.

What's the state
of the investigation?

Admiral Spencer rushed
Lieutenant McGrane

into psychic operations

before he received
medical clearance, sir.

In my book, that's negligence.

I'm authorizing the
convening of a court-martial.

How long will it take to
prepare the charge sheet?

Well, it shouldn't take longer

than an hour, sir, if
that's how you want to go.

Oh, no, no, no. Not
you, Commander.

Admiral Spencer's
requested that you defend him.

He seems to think

you're on the same wavelength.

Colonel MacKenzie
and Lieutenant Roberts

will handle the prosecution.

Prosecution, sir?

Being a JAG lawyer
is not like going

to the Army-Navy
game, Lieutenant.

You don't get to pick sides.

Yes, sir.

Colonel, Commander...

you two seem to
understand each other.

And I hope you understand me.

Your job is to work this
out, quickly and quietly

and with a minimum of
embarrassment to the Navy.

Actually, sir,

my job now is to
exonerate Admiral Spencer.

What's going on, Petty Officer?

We're securing the lab on orders

from Colonel MacKenzie, sir.

She called half an hour ago.

Sir? I think they're planning

to make a bonfire of all my work

so they can burn
me as a warlock.

Well, sir, you wanted a fight.

Looks like we have one.

I had no choice.

If I slipped quietly
away into the night,

crucial research
will be abandoned.

Right now, sir, it's your
freedom I'm worried about.

Admiral, it is my
duty to serve you

with the charges and
specifications against you.

My counselor will
answer the charges.

All I ask is a chance
to defend my work.

"Failure to obey orders
under Article 92-A-1,

"dereliction of duty

under Article 92-a-3 and..."

Manslaughter.

A man is dead.

MacKENZIE: I miss you, too.

Uh... I-I can't

uh, come up this
weekend, sweetheart.

Maybe at... at Christmas.

So, are you dating that
bodacious Harmon Rabb yet?

Uh, no.

No, actually, that, um, that
really would not be appropriate.

Hey, I had a dream last night

that the two of you got married
and I was your flower girl.

Not all dreams come true.

Look, I'll talk to you
this weekend, okay?

Okay. Love you.

I love you, too, Chloe. Bye.

How is your little
sister, anyway?

Oh, wonderful.

But ever since she
found her real family,

I don't get to see
her that much.

I miss her, Harm.

Anybody ever tell you

you have great
maternal instincts?

Not as often as they've told
me I have a great karate chop.

Look...

About yesterday.

There wasn't enough
time to inform you

about the document
seizure, nor was I required.

Well, that's all right,
Colonel, but, uh...

if you're going to
hardball, you better be able

to catch as well as throw.

Meaning?

The admiral waives his right

to an Article 32 hearing.

We're demanding a speedy trial.

You don't think I'm ready?

Commander, I am
ready to run your client

and his crystal ball

right out of the Navy
and into the brig.

Well, you may be, but it is
in the Navy's best interest

to put this case to rest.

I'm listening.

Drop all charges
against Admiral Spencer.

He will accept the
letter of instruction.

No punitive measures.

He continues to run
Stargazer but this time, this time

under strict supervision.

You're dreaming.

Yeah, we'll drop the charges

but the admiral resigns
and gives up his star.

Harm, you can't
do better than that.

Yes, I can.

I can win.

As Director of
naval intelligence,

I promulgated the rules for
all human-use experiments.

And Admiral Spencer

reported to you, sir?

He directed Operation
Stargazer under my supervision,

at least in theory.

MacKENZIE:
Meaning what, Admiral?

I issued orders

to engage in operations
only with volunteers

who had passed rigorous
mental and physical exams,

including drug screening.

Why the strict
controls, Admiral?

40 years ago, we
learned the dangers

of human-use
experiments with LSD

and truth serum.

We don't want to
repeat that again.

Did Admiral Spencer
follow your orders?

He did not.

He grabbed members
of his staff at random

like a pickup softball game.

That's what he did with
Lieutenant McGrane,

pushing him through operations

before the drug screens
came back from the lab.

It cost the man his life.

Your witness.

You don't believe in the
paranormal, do you, Admiral?

Objection.

Irrelevant.

It's relevant to bias, ma'am.

Overruled.

You may answer
the question, Admiral.

I don't exclude the possibility
of psychic phenomena.

Then you have an open mind, sir?

Yes, I do, Commander,

but as my grandpappy used to say

if you're too open-minded,
your brains will fall out.

Admiral, was there
much competition

amongst your staff to head up
the Psychic Warrior Program?

Hardly.

Harrison Spencer
was the only flag officer

who'd even touch it.

In fact, sir, wouldn't you say

that directing Stargazer
was a career move

equivalent to running
your cruiser aground

at the Statue of Liberty?

All I know is congress
authorized the money

and I needed someone
to run that program.

Or to fail, sir, so
you could scrap it?

Objection. Argumentative.

This is cross-examination.

I'll allow it.

Mister, I don't want
any of my officers to fail.

But frankly, we could put
the money to better use

in electronic intelligence
or human intelligence.

Admiral, are you familiar with
the Stargazer research reports?

Yes, or course.

Then, sir, you're aware

that some volunteers
were able to guess

whether a card would be an
ace, a deuce, a heart or a diamond

substantially higher than
the odds of mere chance?

Oh, they were good at
parlor games, card tricks,

but unless we're playing
gin rummy with our enemies,

what good will it do us?

Admiral Spencer sent
experimenters into the field

and some viewers in the lab

were able to see
where they went, sir...

Like the Washington Monument.

Isn't that correct?

Yes, it's happened.

Then you would agree

Admiral, there is evidence
to suggest the existence

of telepathy, precognition
and other psychic phenomena?

Perhaps...

but how do we use it?

When General
Dozier was kidnapped

by the Red Brigade,

we got tips from a
hundred psychics

all over the world.

A single psychic, one of ours

saw where the general
was actually being held.

Now that's one in a hundred.

When you've got a Navy SEAL
team ready to break down doors,

how do you know
which one to listen to?

Well, isn't that what
Admiral Spencer

was trying to find out, sir?

Lieutenant Bouchard, what
is Admiral Spencer's nickname

among members of his staff?

I don't know about the others,
ma'am, but I call him "sir."

Well, I'm sure you do,

but, uh, when no
one else is present

what is the admiral called?

Oh, come now, Lieutenant.

Nicknames are
common in the military.

"31-knot" Burke.

"Bull" Halsey.

"Chesty" Puller.

What's Admiral Spencer's?

Admiral Spoonbender, ma'am.

Well, why is that, Lieutenant?

Um... Admiral
Spencer would invite us

to his house for barbecues.

He would pass out spoons
and ask us to bend them

with mind power.

Did your spoon ever bend?

Only when my mind told
my hand to bend it, ma'am.

So, what other kinds of things
went on at these barbecues?

Um... firewalking, ma'am.

One time after the admiral
was done cooking the burgers,

he overturned the grill

and he brought out a
guy who he said could

teach us how to walk
barefoot across the hot coals.

He said if we kept yelling

"It's cold, it's cold"

it would be like
walking on snow.

Was it like walking
on snow, Lieutenant?

More like a footpath
in Hell, ma'am.

Your witness.

Lieutenant, did you
refer to Admiral Spencer

as Admiral Spoonbender?

Uh... maybe, once or twice, sir.

Lieutenant, are you familiar
with Article 89 under the UCMJ

which makes it a
crime to show disrespect

to a superior officer?

Uh... well, I-I never

meant any disrespect
to the admiral.

It was... kind of
all in good fun.

Well, isn't that what Admiral
Spencer intended, Lieutenant?

Si-sir? I don't...?

The firewalking,
the spoonbending.

Weren't they meant as good fun?

Just activities to
help the admiral's staff

bond outside of the office?

I-I-I suppose so. Sir.

Lieutenant, is it fair
to say that you were

Lieutenant
McGrane's best friend?

Yes, sir.

Were you aware
that the lieutenant

was seeing a
psychiatrist and was taking

antidepressant drugs?

Yes, he told me.

Did you advise your best friend

to inform Admiral
Spencer of his treatment?

No, I didn't.

Did you inform the admiral

of your friend's condition?

No, sir.

Well, isn't it
likely, Lieutenant,

had you taken the initiative,

your friend would
be alive today?

Objection... irrelevant

and calls for a conclusion.

Sustained.

Nothing further.

Then we are in recess for lunch.

All parties report
back here at 1330.

When do I testify?

Well, sir, I'm putting
you on the stand last

so your words echo
in the members' ears

while they deliberate.

Fine. Then I can prove

not only the existence
of psychic phenomena

but that we can
harness the power

for strategic use.

Admiral...

sir, our defense is that you
were doing important work

that may bear fruit one day.

That you can not be legally
responsible for an accident

beyond your control.

Let us not confuse
the issue, sir,

by, uh, pulling tarot cards out
from behind the judge's ears.

Wouldn't it help our case
if I gave a demonstration?

Of what, sir?

My own psychic powers.

Uh, with all due
respect, sir... no.

Uh... we'll wait in here

Admiral.

Colonel, you
have an urgent call.

Who is it, Gunny?

Someone named Martha Anderson.

She said she's
Chloe's grandmother.

Martha, what is it?

Oh, Sarah, thank
god you're there.

Chloe went out riding

and Scout came back without her.

Ma'am, I talked to
the county sheriff.

They have a search
party out for Chloe.

Plus the state police
kicked in some bloodhounds,

but it's pretty rugged country.

There's no trace of her yet.

If you hear anything, Gunny,
I want you to come get me,

I don't care if I'm in the
middle a closing argument.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, and the sheriff
faxed me this.

They're circulating
these in three counties.

Thanks, Gunny.

Yes, ma'am.

Mac.

Hey, I just heard.

Look, if you want to
seek a continuance,

I'm not going to object.

No, I don't know what
else I could do up there,

besides even worry more.

When we get a verdict,

I'll catch the first
flight, but... thanks.

May I see that, Colonel?

You know, I have some experience

using remote viewing to
locate missing persons.

Please, sir, don't
even think about it.

Well, that's all that
I was going to do...

Think about it.

There's always an element

of wishful thinking

when it comes
to psychic testing.

Studies have shown
that where the testers

believe in the paranormal,
that they get better results.

But how to you account
for that, Professor?

Well, in poker,
we'd call it a tell.

It's an unintentional clue.

Some word or gesture
that tips off the subject.

Professor Pilkington,

have you had a chance to review

the scientific findings

of Operation Stargazer?

We'll, I'm not so sure

that I would dignify the
work by calling it scientific.

But, yes, I've had a
chance to look at the report.

Well, do you have an opinion

as to their accuracy?

No.

Without verifying the controls

under which the
tests are conducted,

it's impossible.

No scientist could accept it.

So, the scientists who
wrote glowing reviews

about Operation
Stargazer were wrong?

And what scientists
would they be?

Well, Professor
Wiggins from Duke, uh...

Dr. Holmstrom from
Helsinki Institute.

Wiggins is an agronomist.

Holmstrom is a fraud.

Dr. Holmstrom was
nominated for the Nobel Prize.

Well...

anyone can be
nominated for anything.

Uh... Your Honor?

May I confer with my co-counsel?

I suggest that you do.

Sit down, Bud.

Yes, ma'am.

No further questions.

You flip, Professor.

I'll call.

Heads.

Heads it is.

One more time, please.

Tails.

Heads.

I guess you're not a psychic.

Now what if somebody with the
powers of telekinesis were to try?

There's no such thing.

No one can control inanimate
objects by mind power.

And yet, several
Stargazer volunteers

exceeded numbers far greater
than statistical probability.

Well, if you give typewriters
to enough monkeys,

they'll eventually compose
all the works of Shakespeare.

It wouldn't shock me

if one or two of the subjects

exceeded probability.

If you were to flip this
coin a thousand times,

what are the odds it would
come up heads 900 times?

Well, that would be,
uh, one chance in...

One in six times ten
to the 162nd power.

That's a number greater
than all the grains of sand

on all the beaches of the world.

It simply couldn't happen.

Well, Professor, explain
how two Stargazer subjects

were able to exceed 900
out of 1,000 correct calls

when attempting to
influence the results.

Well, the only explanation is
that their numbers are wrong,

either through intentional fraud

or negligent controls.

Oh, I see, Professor.

Because you refuse
to believe in an event

that defies our current
scientific understanding,

that event must
not have happened?

You're asking me
to prove a negative,

that psychic
phenomena doesn't exist.

I challenge

Admiral Spencer
to prove it does exist

to a scientific certainty.

Is there a supreme
being, Professor?

What?

Do you believe in God?

Objection. Irrelevant.

Well, the witness
did take an oath

to tell the truth,
so help him God.

Although, I suspect
Commander Rabb

has other fish to fry.

I'll allow it.

Yes.

I believe in God.

Could you punch
up on your calculator

the equation that
proves God's existence

to a scientific certainty,

Professor?

I can't do that.

I take it on faith.

The greatest paranormal
force in the universe,

you take on faith?

Well, somebody had to create
the laws of science, Counselor.

Well, maybe he also created

people who could
break them, Professor.

Nothing further.

I'm sorry, ma'am,

I know that I shouldn't allow

my personal feelings
to affect my work.

So it won't be
necessary to gag you

before going to court tomorrow?

No, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am.

Thank you. Anything, Gunny?

Uh, no, ma'am.

But they're doing
the best they can.

They added a
chopper to the search.

What else?

Well, they're expecting
a freeze tonight,

so hypothermia is a danger.

But the sheriff says there
are caves in the area,

so she might be
able to find shelter.

Chloe's strong and
she's smart, so...

she won't give up.

Colonel.

How are things going?

Uh, fine, sir.

We've proved a prima facie case.

I meant Chloe.

I'm monitoring
the situation, sir.

Really?

The, uh...

the sheriff is doing
everything possible

and, uh...

Hey, Mac.

Even Marines can show emotion,

especially when it's warranted.

I feel so helpless, sir.

Well, that, Colonel,
is the nature of love.

Admiral Spencer...

how did you become the
director of Operation Stargazer?

The program was an orphan.

No one else at intel
would go near it.

Did you have an
interest in the paranormal

at the time, sir?

No, not at the time.

I didn't truly understand the
significance of the program

until I reviewed
the classified files.

I'm going to ask
you directly, sir.

Did you disobey Admiral
Linsenmeyer's orders

regarding safeguards for
remote viewing operations?

No, I did not.

I ordered that all subjects,
including Lieutenant McGrane,

undergo mental

and physical exams,

including the drug screening.

If I made a mistake,

it was in believing
the lieutenant.

Had I known he
had mental problems

and was taking heavy
doses of anti-depressants,

I never would have
allowed him to go under.

There is nothing...

Absolutely nothing...
More important to me

than the welfare
of my personnel.

Not even Stargazer, sir?

Not even Stargazer.

Thank you, Admiral.

Nothing further.

Admiral, at the time of the
remote viewing operation

that claimed Lieutenant
McGrane's life,

were you aware that
Congress was considering

whether to continue
funding psychic operations?

Yes, I was.

You needed a
new star to show off

to the Appropriations
Subcommittee, didn't you?

It would have helped
the cause, yes.

And that's why you
rushed Lieutenant McGrane

into psychic
operations, isn't it?

No. No, no, we had...

we had many
promising candidates.

Everyone has a certain
amount of psychic ability.

And that would include you, sir?

Yes...

to some extent.

Admiral, who's going to win
the Superbowl this season?

I don't know.

What about this week's

winning lottery numbers, sir?

Objection, Your Honor.

This case has nothing to do

with the admiral's
psychic abilities.

I gave you considerable leeway

with the prosecution
witnesses, Commander Rabb.

I'll allow it.

The lottery numbers, sir?

It doesn't work
that way, Colonel.

Numbers are particularly
difficult to fathom

through telepathy
and precognition.

Hmm... pity.

Tell us about
firewalking, Admiral.

Did you have your staff prance
across coals in your backyard?

I invited them to try.

It was totally voluntary.

Did you also tell them

that it was mind
over matter, sir?

That if they
thought it was cold,

they wouldn't get burned?

There is an element of
biofeedback in firewalking.

Is there, Admiral?

Or is it just that coals are
inefficient at conducting heat?

Like when you touch a
cake in a 500-degree oven

and your finger
doesn't get burned?

Isn't the explanation
scientific, and not paranormal?

I don't really know

where science ends and
the paranormal begins.

Apparently not.

At these, uh...
firewalking events,

did you also

bend spoons with mind power?

Sometimes.

May I borrow this, Your Honor?

It is government
property, Counselor.

I doubt it'll be
any worse for wear

when we're done with it.

So tell me, Admiral...

can you bend this
spoon with mind power?

Objection, Your
Honor. This is irrelevant.

As I recall, Commander,

you were in here
yesterday flipping coins.

Now, your client

can try and bend
this spoon if he wishes

or he can decline.

He declines, ma'am.

Your Honor, I have a right

to get an answer
from this witness.

Can you bend this
spoon, Admiral?

Yes.

Ma'am, we would like a recess.

No, we wouldn't.

It's my neck on
the chopping block.

I'm afraid you're
outranked, Commander.

♪ ♪

I...

I can't do it.

Admiral, this morning
you told this court

that you could bend a
spoon with your mind.

Yes. Yes, I never
should have tried.

Can you tell us
why you failed, sir?

Well, sometimes
psychic phenomena

can be summoned
at will, but often not.

And a courtroom
is hardly the place

to demonstrate the
powers of the subconscious.

Why is that, sir?

Too many stimuli,
too many distractions.

But you have
succeeded in the past,

haven't you, sir?

Yes, I have, and
I've remote-viewed

and I have picked
the suits of cards

at a rate 30% better

than pure chance.

But I've also

failed.

It's the nature of
the phenomena.

Now, doesn't this
limit the usefulness

of Operation Stargazer, Admiral?

Yes, of course.

But psychic research
is still in its infancy.

Given enough time and support,

who knows what
we can accomplish?

I deeply regret the death
of Lieutenant McGrane,

and I would do anything
to turn back the clock.

But I pray that the Navy

will not use this
terrible accident

to... to destroy all the
work that we've done

and close the door on
what remains to be done.

Thank you, sir.

Ma'am.

If psychic research is
in its infancy, Admiral,

isn't that all the more reason

to avoid potentially dangerous
operations in uncharted waters?

At some point, every explorer...
From Columbus to John Glenn...

Has to sail uncharted waters.

But you shoved off
without a compass, Admiral.

Objection.

Sustained.

Sir, what was it
in this courtroom

that kept you from demonstrating
your psychic powers?

I'm not really sure, but, uh...

a quiet, meditative
place would be better.

So a bunker on a battlefield

or a flight deck on a
carrier probably wouldn't

be the best place
for a psychic warrior?

Probably not.

But it's not noisy in here,

is it, sir?

Even the buzz of
some electric lights

can interfere with brain waves.

Lights?

They seem quiet to me, sir.

Objection. Argumentative.

Sustained.

Questions, Counselor.

Admiral, do you hear things?

See things that
the rest of us don't?

Sir?

Admiral, are you all right?

Yes, Your Honor.

Uh, question withdrawn.

Nothing further.

You may step down, Admiral.

Commander?

The defense rests, ma'am.

Very well.

Then we're in recess

for 30 minutes.

We'll hear closing arguments

when we reconvene.

You may step down, Admiral.

We've checked all the caves

in these two areas here...

Colonel.

As you were.

Admiral, it's improper
for us to speak

without your lawyer present.

This isn't about the case.

Well, that doesn't matter.

Under ethical rules...
It's about Chloe.

What about her?

I saw her.

Last night, I
tried but couldn't.

Then just now, on
the witness stand,

I saw a covered bridge...

An old, old wooden
bridge over a dry stream,

with white rocks.

Chloe's under it.

She's cold and tired and hungry.

But she's alive.

You expect me to act
on your hallucinations,

sir?

Even if you don't believe it,

please...

tell the people who
are looking for her.

I can call the sheriff, ma'am.

It's crazy what people do

when they get
desperate, you know?

They turn to quacks
and con artists.

What if that takes the
searchers away from real leads?

There aren't any leads, ma'am.

They've come to a dead end.

You don't really believe
in all this, do you, Gunny?

In our living room at home

my mother has a painting of
Santa Teresa de Avila, a mystic

before the Church
turned her into a saint.

On Sundays, I pray to
the guy that walks on water.

Who knows, Colonel?

Call the sheriff.

Yes, ma'am.

Discipline is the heart of
any military organization.

Obedience is its soul.

The most basic
principle of the military

is that a lawful order
must be obeyed.

We have proved that
Admiral Harrison Spencer

violated a lawful order to
restrict psychic operations

to personnel who had passed
rigorous medical exams.

By disobeying that order,

he recklessly endangered lives.

He committed a
culpable act of negligence

that caused the death of
Lieutenant Niles McGrane.

Which was a tragedy

but would never have occurred

if Lieutenant McGrane had
disclosed his medical condition.

So let us not
compound that tragedy

by destroying the life of
a dedicated senior officer.

The Navy assigned
Admiral Spencer

the task of running a program
that nobody wanted to touch.

He accepted that job with
commitment and enthusiasm.

Now, it doesn't matter if you
think that Admiral Spencer

is a brilliant visionary
or a naive dreamer.

He is not legally responsible

for the death of
Lieutenant McGrane.

Thank you.

What does it mean
when they're out this long?

Well, sir, sometimes
it's good for the defense.

And... sometimes they're just
arguing over what to order for dinner.

The sheriff just called, ma'am.

There are four covered
bridges in the immediate area.

You told them what I saw?

Two of the bridges
are over dry streams.

Did they find her?

They checked all four.

There's no trace
of her, Admiral.

Thank you for trying, Gunny.

Yes, ma'am. You can
catch a flight out of National

as soon as the verdict's in.

Thank you, Admiral.

I, uh, I know you meant well.

Maybe I just wanted to believe.

Maybe I was wrong
about everything.

The defense shall rise.

You may publish the findings.

Admiral Harrison Spencer...

on the specification of
involuntary manslaughter

this court-martial
finds you not guilty.

On the specifications
of dereliction of duty

and failure to obey the order

to restrict psychic
operations to personnel

who pass rigorous
medical examinations

this court-martial
finds you guilty.

Commander, I assume you wish

to present evidence of
extenuation and mitigation.

Yes, ma'am.

Then we stand in recess until
sentencing at 0900 Monday.

Ladies and gentlemen, we may
be experiencing some turbulence.

The captain has requested
that you return to your seats

and keep your seat-belts
securely fastened.

Flight 186 from Cincinnati

now arriving at Gate 3-B.

Flight 186 from Cincinnati
is now arriving at Gate 3-B.

Oh, thank you,
Sarah, for coming.

MacKENZIE: Any news, Martha?

No, but they're
going to be searching

through the night.

I've been so worried.

Me, too.

But I feel better
just seeing you here.

MacKENZIE: God, I hate to
think of her out on a night like this.

I know, Sarah, but we'll just
have to pray she's all right.

Oh, no.

Oh...

It's too big to move.

I'll back it up.

We'll have to take Highway 16.

No.

What?

The searchers looked here?

At least twice.

I've seen this place.

What are you doing?

Did Chloe ride here?

Sometimes on
an old logging trial.

But the searchers looked.

Chloe?

Chloe?

Chloe?

Here!

Oh, Chloe.

Oh...!

Grandma.

Are you all right, child?

Oh...

I feel like such a dweeb.

Scout threw me, and
I sprained my ankle

and he just left me there.

It was so dark and there was

some weird noises
coming out of the woods,

and I was so scared,

and I thought a bear was going
to eat me, so I went into a cave,

and it was so cold that
I couldn't sleep, and...

and I'm dying for a pizza.

Oh...

But you're okay?

I was really scared.

Oh, baby.

Come on, pumpkin. Come on.

What do you say we
go get that pizza, huh?

Double anchovies?

Yeah...

Watch your step.

Mac!

I heard they found
Chloe... Great news.

Thanks, Harm.

Congratulations, Colonel.

Thank you, Admiral.

This is my list
of, uh, witnesses

for the admiral's
sentencing hearing.

They'll all attest
to his long...

Not necessary.

I'm going to recommend

that the admiral be
spared confinement

and be permitted
to retire at full rank.

Thank you, Colonel.

You found her.

You had a vision.

What did you see, ma'am?

So, who's going to win
the Superbowl, Mac?