JAG (1995–2005): Season 5, Episode 8 - The Colonel's Wife - full transcript

Go, go, go!

Police! This is a raid!

Stay where you are!
You will not be hurt!

Get him!

I got him!

We have a warrant to
search the premises. Go!

Hold still.

Don't move!

Clear!

Straight ahead, this way.

There are two more
in the back, Sarge,



and a closet full of grass.

Hey, get a load of this.

Cocaine.

You surprised?

Yeah. When it comes
with a return address.

You've checked this?

And double checked
it, Mr. Secretary.

That is the Colonel's address
in Panama and she is his wife.

His current duty?

He's in charge of a
drug interdiction unit, sir.

Wonderful.

Enter.

Well, I trust you've packed for a
potential disaster, Commander.

Well, sir, Admiral Chegwidden



gave me the broad strokes
over the phone, Mr. Secretary.

Then let me emphasize
a few salient points

before you and Colonel MacKenzie

head for Andrews.

Now this isn't just

any Marine colonel
we're talking about.

Unfortunately, Dunston's role

in our drug interdiction
unit in Panama

makes him high profile.

It will be bad enough

if his wife is involved
in the cocaine trade,

but if Colonel
Dunston is in it with her

our war on drugs

turns into some smirking
hyena's comedy routine.

The three pounds of cocaine

the police found yesterday?

Mrs. Dunston declared
the package as cigars

and shipped them
through embassy mail.

So it was couriered to Miami

and hand-carried
through customs.

Any warning signs
before this, sir,

about Colonel
Dunston or his wife?

Nothing. Of course,

we know less about
her, but in 27 years

of service, Dunston's
been pure Marine.

War commendations

for Desert Storm,
fast-tracked to be

on the next
year's one star list.

Married former
Olivia Banning, 1995.

His second marriage, her first.

We need you to find out

if Dunston's turned
into a criminal

or he's just tragically blind

to whatever his
wife's been doing.

An NCIS agent

will brief you when
you get to Panama City.

Colonel MacKenzie,
as ranking officer

you'll be in charge

of the investigation. Yes, sir.

Got a problem with
that, Commander?

No, sir.

Anything else, Mr. Secretary?

Yes.

Make sure I know what's going on

before I read it in
the New York Times.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Can I help you?

Yeah, yeah, is Bud
Roberts around?

Lieutenant Roberts?

Lieutenant? That's
pretty high up, isn't it?

Higher than me.

I'll see if he's in his office.

Thank you.

Who should I say is...?

Ron Katz.

I thought it was you.

You were on 60 Minutes
the other night. Yep.

is the greatest website ever.

Thank you, thank you.

It's music, you
know? People like...

Bud!

Excuse me.

Katzenjammer?

Bud!

Get over here. Hey!

Look at you.

You look sharp. Hey, big guy.

No, look at you, sir,
unbelievable, man.

You bet. I told you I'd make it
back East one of these days.

I figured you'd still be
counting all your money.

No... spending it.

I bought a Porsche.

Oh, yeah... can you believe me

cruising around Menlo
Park in a Carrera?

Actually, I can't imagine you
without an Oingo Boingo t-shirt

and the tape on your
glasses. All right, easy, easy.

And now my wife wants me
to buy her a vacation home

in one of those
Hamptons... Out of control.

Now, what... what
happened to you?

Did you go down with your ship?

No, no, I slipped on a wet pier.

I never should've let
you out of my sight.

You're not safe
away from a keyboard.

Hey, look, you got
some... you got some time?

I'll take you out for lunch.
We'll get some pizza.

I'll buy. I-I got a
client waiting for me

and then I have a suppression
hearing. What about dinner?

Oh, I can't, dude.

I've this thing with the
Council of Economic Advisors.

Then tomorrow
night... I don't know.

Wall Street Journal
or something. It's...

What about the
next night, Ronny?

Lunch would be better.

Lunch, great.

You can meet Harriet

and baby A.J. Great.

Maybe we can get
together and play a little bit

of King's Quest. Uh-huh.

Yeah, if I can find it.

For the world
championship? No doubt.

All right, I'll bring the Jolt.
You e-mail me the directions.

I will. Say, 1:00?

Perfect. See ya. Okay.

You guys really know each other?

Oh, yeah, roommates in college.

We used to have
races taking PS2s apart

and putting them back together.

I kept telling him

he should go into
business with me.

See ya.

Tiner, friend of the
lieutenant's, right?

Yes, sir, Ron Katz,
the internet guy.

Did you know he's
worth $400 million?

Blimey. Must have a
lot of gold in his teeth.

It's a mean,
dirty little country.

And this city is its armpit.

So I guess you're
not going to be sad

when we finally hand the
canal back to Panama and leave.

Overjoyed. On one
condition... December 31

Colonel Dunston's
ass is in jail.

Are you that sure he's gone bad?

Or are you just tired of busting
sailors for smoking a joint?

No, Dunston's too good
at his job not to know

what's in those "care
packages" his wife's

been mailing.

Hey, NCIS is not
required to work with JAG.

I'm just showing you the sights
out of professional courtesy.

Well, we'll keep that in mind

if the sight you promised
us ever shows up.

She just got here.

Never misses a Tuesday.

Which one is she?

The one in the blue dress.

Well, who are the other two?

The Officers' Wives Social Club.

They're planning
a Christmas party.

They shop together.

They even target shoot together.

There's no way she fits in.

Looks like she does.

Ah, she's just faking it.

And you think that her
husband Colonel Dunston's

drug interdiction program is
a sham, too, huh, Grondyke?

You're the JAG lawyers.

Why don't you ask him?

I thought we should, uh, drop by

and introduce
ourselves, Colonel.

It's awfully late for a
hurry-up security inspection,

isn't it, Mr. Barrett?

All the troops will
be out of the country

in little more than a month.

Well, it's the perfect time

for some of
Noriega's old friends

to start causing
trouble, Colonel.

So this isn't just
somebody at State

sending down
civilian consultants

to stuff their pockets

with tax dollars?

That's the usual drill.

Wait till you see
what kind of job we do

before you judge
us, Colonel Dunston.

I'm not going to judge
you at all, Miss Mann.

I don't have the time.

The war on drugs
does not stop in Panama

just because our
military presence

is ending.

Your office is in
the embassy, sir,

and embassy security
is our assignment.

Well, you'll have to
catch me when you can.

I come and go at all
hours of the damn day.

It's a smugglers' schedule,
if you want to know the truth.

Must be tough on
your family life, sir.

My wife married
a Marine officer.

She knew what
she was getting into.

She's the best, Mr. Barrett,
the absolute best.

Gracias.

Se lo cuido.

Hello, señorita.

MacKENZIE: Think she's here

to pick up decorating tips
for the Christmas party?

Yeah, cocaine icicles.

Wait, you're not going in there.

I what?

Well, think about it, Mac.

Tourist couple
in a dive like that?

It wouldn't be a first.

We'll stand out like
lamb chops in a lion's den.

Alone, I'm just one
more lonely gringo

on the prowl for company.

You've got the camera, right?

Yeah, I've got it right here.

So, what was it like
seeing him again?

Has he changed?

Harriet, we just talked
for a couple of minutes.

Well, he wasn't wearing a mask.

You must've noticed something.

Well, actually Katzenjammer
still reminded me

of a guy who keeps
the blinds closed.

Bud.

Okay, I kept the
blinds closed, too,

and I lived off Doritos
and Ding-Dongs

and my favorite
movie character is HAL

from 2001. "As a computer,

I find your faith in
technology amusing."

Gee, you make your college
experience sound so exciting.

Well, it was fun, Harriet.

And it worked out great for Ron.

I mean, he's got
himself a new Porsche

and he's buying
himself a vacation house.

Well, he can afford
it. Yeah, and we can't.

Yes, but is he happy?

He's ecstatic.

Harriet, I had an
opportunity to be his partner.

It could've been me.

Everybody has a
story like that, Bud.

Well, do you?

Almost everybody.

Is it really that bad?

Harriet, the one and only Ron
Katz, my pal, my roommate,

asked me to be his partner.

But?

But I thought his
idea was crazy.

I mean the internet, right?

I mean, who's that going to
appeal to except nerds like us?

So you didn't
have a crystal ball.

No, what I didn't have was
the guts to take a chance.

I played it safe
and look at me...

Loser.

Salud.

Gracias.

Carlos, espérame.

Si quiere algo bien
rico... Not tonight.

Lo siento.

Amigo, solamente
quiero bailar con su mujer.

Te digo de...

¿Sí, pero que dice la mujer?

Ello no está interesada.

Váyate de aquí.

Al diablo con él.

Andale, chiquita.
Vamos a bailar.

We better get out of here.

♪ ♪

So, who's going to ask first?

Ask what?

What was a nice girl,
guy... whatever, like you...

Doing in a dump like that?

Well, I was there to sample the
local cerveza. How about you?

I wasn't there to watch
men fight over me.

Although, I suppose,
it was flattering.

Your date left in a hurry.

Charming fellow.

Maybe it wasn't a date.

Let me guess.

He's your insurance man

there to have a
chat about term life.

Ooh, it's too soon for games.

I don't even know your name.

Steven Barrett.

If I'm not mistaken...

isn't that place
off-limits to the military?

Who said I was military?

You're American.

Down here, that's
usually enough of a clue.

You asked me my name...

No.

I said I didn't know your name.

Maybe I like it that way.

Ah... mystery woman.

Mm. You finally figured it out.

Sorry I'm so slow.

You didn't look slow back there.

Doesn't seem to be

doing me much good
now, though, does it?

My hotel's the next
block, the Marquessa.

I should probably
take you to your door,

after what you did, but...

it won't kill you to walk.

Afraid somebody
might recognize you?

I'm a mystery woman, remember?

Bye.

Bye.

Interesting investigative
technique, Sherlock.

Why follow a subject
when you can have them

give you a ride and
a kiss good night?

She's a little impulsive.

Impulsive?

Were you going

to strip search her next?

'Cause that would
really crack the case.

You want to hear what
happened in the bar, Colonel,

or do you want to bust my chops?

Both.

Damn.

Up 18 bucks?

Mr. Katz's stock, right, sir?

How did you know?

I always check it, sir.

I bought 100 shares
the day it went public.

You did?

Yes, sir.

It was an idea
waiting to happen.

A searchable database for music.

I'll bet you own a lot of it.

Not that it's any
of my business, sir.

Oh, you're right,
Tiner... it-it's not.

Lieutenant Roberts?

Mr. Katz said he wanted
you to be his partner.

Yeah, he did.

Gee, sir, he makes
more money in an hour

than you... we...
I make all year.

Why didn't...?

Tiner, are you here for
any particular reason?

Yes, sir.

These papers are for you, sir.

I put a resumé on top, sir.

In case you see Mr. Katz again.

I hesitate. Tiner doesn't.

Terrific.

His name is Rojas. Carlos Rojas.

Runs an import-export company,

but I hear that it's
having lean times

which may explain why
he's been moving coke

for the Sauteras family.

In fact, he's probably on
the phone with them right now

about the gringo that's
sniffing around... "Mr. Barrett."

I guess I should've just let

Mrs. Dunston get raped
and killed, huh, Grondyke?

That would have wrapped
up the investigation.

This case should
have stayed at NCIS.

So Rojas is her connection.

Which pretty much
clears the colonel.

Unless...

they're all in it together.

MacKENZIE: Do
you think that Colonel

Dunston's conspiring with
the man sleeping with his wife?

Well, we don't know

they're sleeping together.

Yeah. We do.

I need to see you.

Carlos...

To hold you...

kiss you...

touch you.

I don't know, Carlos.

Pull down the straps

of your dress.

First the one...
then the other...

I think we get the picture.

He called her an hour ago.

You tapped Colonel
Dunston's phone?

I tapped the phone of a criminal

who shipped cocaine
to Southern California.

But not at that bar.

9:00.

The Plaza de Francia.

By the fountain, mi corazón.

I'll be there, Carlos.

Grondyke, does Colonel Dunston

use snitches in
his war on drugs?

Sure.

I'd like to meet one.

Lieutenant.

Finally emerged
from the library.

Thought we were
going to have to send

the SEALs in after you.

I wish you had, sir.

All I found in there
was bad news.

Do you know that
the fear of detection

trumps the voluntary
abandonment defense?

United States
v. Miller, correct?

Should have known that.

You know, when you feel up to it

you should come
to the gym with me.

Beat the fitzwillies
out of the boxing bag.

Boxing, sir?

No worries, mate... The
bag won't hit you back

and it's great to
work off stress.

I don't know if it's
quite my style, sir.

I understand. It's either
in your heart or it isn't.

It's in your heart, sir?

I was boxing pro at
17, Bud... winning, too.

You know, when you
hit a bloke properly

it's like it strikes a
chime in your viscera.

Wow. I-I never
thought about it like that,

but you say that you
quit boxing professionally.

What happened, Commander?

Well, you know that chime?

Well, when you're the
bloke getting hit properly

you don't hear it.

All you see is stars
and black lights.

Happened to me in
a small arena in Perth

and I had this big bloody fight
set for Sydney six weeks later,

but I joined the Navy instead

and it's happy
sailing ever since.

Have you ever wondered
what might have happened

if you'd stayed being a boxer?

Only every day, mate.

Only every day.

MacKENZIE: You're late.

Yes, uh, forgive me, señorita.

I had a big party to set up.

He's a caterer.

It's a great way to
meet drug dealers.

Is that who you're
working for today?

No. No, today we
celebrate the departure

of Yankees like this one.

Hmm. We understand

you sometimes supply information

to Colonel Dunston, Bernardo.

Uh... sometimes, yes.

Well, we need
you to do it again.

Uh... you and the... lady?

Well... you are Americans, you
can speak to him anytime yourselves.

Yes?

And your past can
bite you in the butt,

so why don't you cooperate?

We would appreciate
it, Bernardo.

Very much.

For the lady.

Bernardo, we need you
to tell Colonel Dunston

there will be a
cocaine delivery tonight.

A man named Rojas is giving it

to an American woman.

She has a name?

Just tell him that
she's the wife

of an American military officer.

Make sure that he's
clear on that, Bernardo.

The meeting takes
place tonight at 9:00

between Rojas and the American
woman at the Plaza de Francia

by the fountain.

Ciao.

Well, if Dunston
shows up tonight

with his Marines,
we know he's honest.

If not...

He's as dirty as his old lady.

MacKENZIE: There's Rojas.

Right on time.

He's not the only one.

Here comes Colonel Dunston.

Only he doesn't have
his Marines with him.

Damn.

Doesn't look like he's here

to bust drug smugglers, does it?

I told you he was dirty.

I told you, I told you.

It's over... it's over.

You understand me?

Go to hell.

You saw it.

Let's go bust him.

For what, Grondyke?

It was right there
in front of us.

Yeah, it was and what
exactly did we see?

Colonel Bradley Dunston
and a drug smuggler.

The head of the
ever-loving interdiction unit

hanging out with the enemy.

You have a strange
idea of hanging out.

So they were
arguing about money,

somebody probably
shafted somebody.

You could hear what
they said? I couldn't.

He should've come
here to bust Rojas,

but he was alone
and out of uniform.

I'd like to know where
Mrs. Dunston was.

She's the one who
had the date with Rojas.

The colonel probably
gave the old lady

the night off from
drug smuggling.

Maybe he locked her away
at home, too, Grondyke,

and came here to confront
Rojas about their affair.

Let's ask her.

Ask her?

Marines... never satisfied

unless they're going
head on with something.

She's an amateur. If I come down

on her hard enough,
she might crack.

I think I should
interrogate Mrs. Dunston.

You interrogate her
the way you follow her,

you might end up proposing.

You talk to the colonel
at the same time,

so they can't
sync their stories.

All right.

Lieutenant Roberts,
need help with something?

Oh, no, Gunny. I'm, uh...

I'm just getting
myself some coffee.

Oh, I guess I'm all set.

I'm aware of the
situation, sir...

the old roommate, the internet.

Tiner...

I'd rather not say, sir.

We all go through
things like that.

I suppose.

It was a girl, sir.

What?

For me, it was a girl

in high school.

She wanted me to take
her to the junior prom.

I had a humongous crush on her.

Well, I guess the next logical
step would be the junior prom.

But I couldn't do it, sir.

Why not?

I was afraid I'd look funny.

You don't look funny to me.

Oh, Lieutenant, I didn't
have the right clothes

and I couldn't get my
father's pickup truck

'cause he had to
work an extra job.

And this girl, you know,

her and her friends,
they were pretty well-off.

She ended up going
out with somebody else?

Affirmative, sir.

Son of a dentist.

They got married, too.

I just saw them at my
high school reunion.

Really? Yes, sir.

She was still beautiful.

He was kind of fat.

She got me alone
by the punch bowl.

What did she say?

You know, sir, I don't
know if this is the best story

to be telling you right now.

Gunny, what did she say?

"You should've called."

Cease fire!

Lay your weapon down.

A range safety
officer will assist you

in securing your weapon.

Olivia Dunston?

Yes.

I'm Lieutenant Colonel
Sarah MacKenzie,

United States Marine Corps.

Is it about Bradley?

MacKENZIE: It's about you.

I don't understand.

You will. I need
you to come with me.

Lieutenant, how's
that survey coming?

Survey, sir?

The survey you're taking

about your colleague"
life decisions.

Sorry, Admiral, I
should be focusing

on the Fotheringham
court-martial.

Mm-hmm... walk with me.

Now, Lieutenant Tiner
seems a bit distressed.

Apparently, you haven't
gotten around to him yet.

I wasn't planning on it, sir.

For your information,
his older brother

owns a topless bar
in Virginia Beach.

Tiner turned down the
offer to be his day manager.

Well, that's not quite
what I'm looking for, sir.

Well, that leaves me.

I wouldn't want to pry, sir.

Oh, don't let the rank
scare you, Lieutenant.

You really want to talk about

what you want
to talk about, sir?

Summers in high school...

worked on a ranch in Wyoming.

Could've been a cowboy.

Yee-haw!

I should call my husband.

Well, fine.

What are you going
to tell him first?

That you're sleeping
with Carlos Rojas

or that you're smuggling drugs?

Carlos... you know?

You're not very
discreet, Mrs. Dunston.

Does Brad know?

You didn't tell him, did you?

Mrs. Dunston, I didn't
come all the way down here

from Washington
because of your social life.

I came because of the drugs.

What drugs?

The drugs you
sent to California.

Does this look familiar?

What the hell does this

have to do with
embassy security?

That was a cover story, Colonel.

Pentagon sent us down here.

To investigate me?

Is that how they thank me for
tearing my guts out on this job?

For breaking up smuggling
in the port of Panama

and raising hell with the
pipeline out of Colombia?

A bunch of Capitol Hill cowards

who never saw a tough
decision they couldn't table?

Colonel, you were
observed last night

at the Plaza de Francia

with a known drug
dealer, Carlos Rojas.

Observed by you, Commander?

Yes, sir. Care to say what
you were doing there, sir?

I was telling that weasel

to stay the hell
away from my wife.

It was supposed to be this
big adventure, you know?

Living in a foreign country.

But it was just boring
and hot and dirty,

and I didn't know anybody

and Brad was
working all the time.

I met Carlos at a
reception at the embassy.

He's a legitimate businessman.

You call cocaine a
legitimate business?

He told me they were
cigars for his uncle.

Cuban cigars...

you can't get
them in the States.

Mrs. Dunston, nobody
is going to believe that.

I swear it's true.

So your meeting with Rojas

had nothing to do with drugs?

No, Commander, it did.

I got a tip Rojas was there

to give drugs
to a military wife.

You wouldn't know anything about
that tip, would you, Commander?

Yes, sir, I sent it.

Commander Rabb, I
don't know you personally

but your work is despicable.

Well, now, how do you
battle drug dealers, Colonel?

With e-mail?

I got the tip... your tip...

And I figured if it was true

the drug cartel was
using this gigolo

to plant drugs on my
wife to embarrass me.

To discredit my mission

and shut down our war on drugs.

And I told Rojas I was on
to him and it wouldn't work.

Which is it, Colonel?

You were there for
the good of the program

or for the good
of your marriage?

Both, Commander; they coincided.

It was my lucky day.

I thought they were cigars.

Then why don't
you just arrest me?

Because first we have to
talk about your husband.

She's my second wife.

Mary, my first...

died in an accident
with our son.

Well, I'm sorry, Colonel.

Walked around in a damn
fog for a couple of years,

then the Corps sent me
to P.G. School in Monterey.

And there was Olivia
running a boutique in the town.

Man, she brought
me back to life.

Colonel, your wife had a
date with Rojas last night.

You showed up.

Why didn't she?

I told her I was going

to the Plaza de
Francia on business.

So you thought it
was just a coincidence

that your husband had a
business meeting at the same time

and the same place as you
were meeting your boyfriend?

Yes, or he knew about Carlos.

I couldn't ask; I
just stayed home.

What else could she do?

You didn't tell her you
knew about the affair, sir?

Commander, I've been
working 80 hours a week.

I leave her alone
for days at a time.

She made a mistake.

I want the mistake to go away.

As far as you know, sir...

has your wife ever been
involved with drugs in any way?

She may have been lonely

or angry enough
to start an affair,

but she would never be
vicious enough to do anything...

to hurt his work; it's his life.

I had the affair. I am sorry.

I wish I didn't, but I did.

But that's all.

So he doesn't know much

and she doesn't know anything?

Poor dear barely
knew her own name.

Their stories fit perfectly.

What, you think the
colonel was telling the truth?

Well, if he is, he's
certainly not competent

to be running a
drug-interdiction program.

Fooled by his own wife...

Millions of husbands
are fooled every day.

Not like this, Mac.

Harm, she practically
seduced you the other night.

She did not.

You knew I was watching.

Oh, I see... otherwise she'd
have swept me off my feet

because we men are
weak before the power

of this vixen, huh?

Oh, so far your team is
not doing too good with her.

So you obviously
think she's lying, then?

You think she's
telling the truth?

Guys like Rojas

prey on women like
Mrs. Dunston, Mac.

So now she's the victim?

It's possible.

No, it's not.

There's a lot of offshore
banks here in Panama.

Hush-hush; top secret.

But I have my sources.

Olivia Banning, that's
her maiden name.

Four deposits into one account

at the Panama branch
of the Consolidated Bank

of the Turks and Caicos Islands.

$80,000 in her name.

Oh, I guess those were
very expensive cigars.

You.

Me.

I hope you didn't get the
wrong idea from the other night.

I'm Lieutenant
Commander Harmon Rabb,

United States
Navy, Mrs. Dunston.

And I'm with her.

And Agent Grondyke of the NCIS.

Well, I already
spoke to your friend.

I don't have
anything else to say.

MacKENZIE: But Mrs. Dunston,

we never got around to the topic

of your secret bank account.

What bank account?

The bank account with $80,000
in your name, Mrs. Dunston.

Carlos... he asked me

to open up an
account, as a favor.

You never smuggled cocaine,

and now this
account isn't yours.

Do you really expect us to
believe anything you say?

I was such a fool.

No one was ever so stupid.

I really thought
they were cigars.

At first.

And then I became
suspicious, and Carlos

told me what I had been
doing and I wanted to stop.

But he wouldn't let me.

I had to keep sending drugs

because I had
been sending drugs.

Or he threatened
to tell your husband,

right?

He threatened to tell the world.

Oh, God...

I just couldn't let that happen.

I couldn't let anything
happen to Bradley.

And the bank account?

You never took a penny?

No.

I just wanted to keep my husband

from getting into trouble.

I see, to protect the
anti-drug program,

you had to keep smuggling drugs.

I know what it sounds like,
but I didn't have a choice.

I'm supposed

to see Carlos tonight.

He has some "cigars" for
me to put in the embassy mail.

It's not going to be
happening, Mrs. Dunston.

Oh, yes, it will, so we can

catch Rojas in the act.

No, I think Mrs. Dunston

should make an
airline reservation.

What? Why?

Rojas is working for the
Sauteras family, right?

It's their drugs
that he's shipping.

So if they got the idea that Rojas
was hanging on to tonight's package

so that he could run off
with his American girlfriend,

how do you think they'd react?

They'd use him as shark bait.

Grondyke, I want you to take
her to the Air Panama office.

Have her buy tickets for
herself and Carlos Rojas

to somewhere
exotic and far away.

Why?

Because if the Sauteras
family hears about this,

Rojas will be so busy
running and hiding

that he won't have time
to discredit your husband.

Take her shopping.

Airline tickets...

maybe a couple of
suitcases for her trip.

Since when did it
become our mission

to avoid discrediting
Colonel Dunston?

We're supposed
to use our initiative.

Would you rather
protect the war on drugs

or make sure that an
officer's wife gets arrested?

You're protecting Colonel
Dunston, not the program.

The program can withstand

a little embarrassment, Mac.

Colonel Dunston is the one
facing the garbage patrol...

Which he doesn't deserve.
Okay? Just because his wife

is a messed-up beach bunny
who got lost in the tropics.

If he can't control his wife...

Then he deserves
to get divorced,

not drummed out of the Corps

that he has served well
and loyally for 27 years.

This is Marine
sticking up for Marine.

Don't think that
I don't see that.

Harm, I know
what's going on here.

Colonel Dunston
might be able to control

the border with Colombia,
but there is no way

that he could
have controlled her.

I don't know about that.

Well, you don't have to.

I'm in charge here, remember?

Yes, ma'am.

Colonel, may I at least
know how the Sauteras family

are going to find out about
Rojas' fictional travel plans?

Our friendly snitch, Bernardo.

So, Bud's not drowning

in McHale's Navy?

No, he's already won some cases

against the best lawyers in JAG.

In JAG? Are they good?

You bet.

And just the other
week he was trapped

with this lunatic ex-SEAL
who stole a submarine.

Whoa, dude.

No, it's not like I saved
the day or anything.

No, it's like he
saved New York City.

Harriet, that's classified.

Oh, shh.

How long does he do that?

Cry? Uh-huh.

He'd cry all night long
if he had a mind to.

Couldn't you,
A.J.? That's my boy!

You guys planning
a family, Marcy?

We really don't have time.

Yeah, maybe in, uh, three
or four years. Right now, we

want to travel and
settle on our second

home, so I can start decorating.

Hmm.

Ron, uh, what time did we say

that we'd be at the Corcoran?

Oh! Holy moley,
we're going to be late.

Yeah.

She's crazy about art.

She arranged a
private tour for us.

Can you believe that?

Wow! Thank you so much.

You're welcome.

There he goes again.

Harriet, thank you so much.

Oh, sure. Beautiful home,
everything was great.

Very nice, thank you.
It was our pleasure.

A.J.! Good to finally meet you.

Same here.

Bye! Say "bye-bye."

Bud? Yeah?

I still wish we worked
together, dude.

Hey, well, maybe next
time there, Katzenjammer.

I'm holding you to that.

Okay. I'm serious.

Okay. Bye.

See you.

Bye-bye, guys.

Well, she's...

pretty.

Well, yeah. Just...

She's not the type of
woman that I imagined

Katzenjammer would end up with.

Well, when you knew him
he was living on cold pizza,

sleeping in week-old underwear.

Now he has $400 million.

Right.

Sweetie, I know you think
you made the wrong choice,

but if you'd gone to work

with Katzenjammer

you never would have
gone into the Navy,

you never would have met me.

We wouldn't have been married.

And baby A.J.
wouldn't even exist.

And we wouldn't be
having this conversation.

Or any conversation.

I wouldn't give you guys
up for the whole world.

Then what's the
problem, sweetheart?

There is no problem.

MacKENZIE: Is there
a problem, Bernardo?

Hmm... no!

No, no, no, no, no, no.

It's, well...

yes, yes, there is.

Uh... maybe.

Which is it? Oh, no.

No, you don't have to
worry, señorita bonita.

I can get the word to the
Sauteras family, you know...

a friend of a
friend... how it goes.

But this is the truth...

That, uh, Rojas is running away?

You can take it to the bank.

You know, if I...
if I tell them a lie...

Well, the way I see it, Rojas
is the one who'll need to worry.

Yes, and, uh... who
cares about him, yes?

I will get the word to
the Sauteras family.

Great.

In the meantime...

until we meet again...

Beautiful lady.

Well, I guess you won't
wash that hand again, huh?

So, Colonel, what happens

if Rojas doesn't
run fast enough?

War has casualties, Commander.

And anyway, we're
going to warn him.

What, with Bernardo again?

Oh, we're running
low on petty cash.

We may have to do it ourselves.

Yes?

Colonel, it's Grondyke.

Listen, Olivia slipped
out the bathroom window.

How long ago?

No, no, no, keep looking there.

Grondyke.

Mrs. Dunston went
into a ladies' room

and snuck out through a window.

Maybe she liked your
idea about taking a trip.

With Rojas?

Call Grondyke back.
Get Rojas' address, huh?

Harm, it's Mrs. Dunston's car.

♪ ♪

Harm?

This was the only way.

For her husband?

For her husband.

What was she doing here?

She came to see Rojas, sir.

To tell him their
affair was over.

You know that?

Yes, sir.

She told us, and, uh,
she asked us to tell you

she loved you.

She said that?

She must have said
it to Rojas, too, sir.

That's why he killed her.

You never saw me
with Olivia, did you?

No, sir.

We were good together.

So did you see her
soul ascend to heaven

in a golden chariot, too?

Case is closed, Grondyke.

With him still on the job?

His hands are clean,

and his wife thought
she was shipping cigars.

Cigars?

That's what the lady said.