JAG (1995–2005): Season 5, Episode 9 - Contemptuous Words - full transcript

Stand clear to roll press.

Check the rollers!

All right! I'm checking it!

It's hot off the press.

"The name of the writer,

"an officer in the
United States Navy,

is being withheld
at his request."

Because he knew by
writing that op-ed piece

he committed a crime.

It's a clear violation
of Article 88.

Oh, yes, sir,



it does appear to be
contemptuous of the President.

Well, let's see, Lieutenant,

he calls the President
"a criminal liar

and spineless buffoon."

Yeah, I think so.

Are we investigating, sir?

Colonel, this is going

to be all over
the city in an hour

and around the world in two.

SECNAV informs me
that Presidents can be

a little testy about
this sort of thing.

Find out who wrote it.

He will be prosecuted.

Wow, Harm, with
a slice like that,



you'd be two fairways over.

Hey, who wants to play
a hole the easy way?

Well, I guess if I was
a member of Congress,

I'd have nothing but time
to practice my golf game.

Yeah, cocktails and
golf, that's all we do

until we're voting
ourself raises.

This is your idea of relaxation?

Listen, you needed to
do something relaxing.

I mean, ever since you
got back from the carrier

you've been at loose ends.

Maybe I should take
up stamp collecting.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Your grip is too weak, okay?

You need to turn
them more to your right.

Listen, I met with
my opposite number

on the Senate Armed
Forces Committee yesterday.

Like this?

Look where the "V"
between your thumb

and fingers is pointing.

West Virginia?

Uh-huh, but it should

be pointed to
your right shoulder.

I got a peek at
the promotions list.

Damn!

You were on it.

Commander?

No, you skipped four
grades to vice admiral.

Yes, Commander.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Damn!

You were at your
Congressional Liaison meeting

this morning, right?

Yes, sir.

How are things on
the Hill these days?

Definitely moving
to the right, sir.

Well, these things are cyclical.

Had your people seen
the morning paper yet?

Morning, sir.

No, sir. It wasn't
mentioned. Why?

Op-ed piece, guest editorial.

"The Soiling of the Presidency."

"Our President, my
Commander in Chief,

is not only a phys... physical
and mor... moral coward..."

You know, they're making
this damn type smaller,

so they can sell more ads.

"has imposed his own, uh,
bravery-deprived character

"on the Armed Forces
of the United States

"as exemplified by,
among other things,

"the sleazily disgraceful
restrictions imposed

on our air war over Kosovo."

Written by an
anonymous Naval officer.

Contemptuous words, sir.

Exactly.

Familiar with the concept?

Yes, sir.

In 1993, an Air Force
General, in a speech,

called the President
"draft-dodging, pot-smoking

womanizing and gay-loving."

He was reprimanded,
fined and forced to retire.

I think our anonymous
editorialist is entitled

to some leave time, as well.

Why don't you join the posse?

Yes, sir.

As I told you on the phone

we take pledges
of confidentiality

very seriously here.

We just thought

it might be productive to meet.

So I'd swoon over your uniforms?

I haven't seen this many sailors

since I watched Anchors
Aweigh on the Late Show.

Actually, ma'am, I'm a Marine.

Excuse me.

So what you're
trying to tell me is

that the person who
wrote this editorial,

as a military
officer, is not allowed

to criticize the President,

but the three of you,
as military officers,

are allowed to interrogate
a newspaper editor

about who's been exercising
their right to free speech.

Ma'am, as military officers,

we accept limits on
our right to free speech.

It's all spelled out in Article
88 of the Uniform Code

of Military Justice.

I would hardly call this

an interrogation, Ms. Wexler.

Well, if you came by to
submit an op-ed piece,

I'll be happy to consider it.

The reason officers aren't
allowed to be contemptuous

of civilian leaders is

to keep the military
out of politics.

We don't have military
coups in this country.

I assume your paper
would like to keep it that way.

So you're telling me

if I don't tell you who
wrote that editorial,

I can expect to see tanks

rolling down
Pennsylvania Avenue?

How do you know that the author

of this piece is
a Naval officer?

Because he or she answered
some questions we asked

in a very convincing way.

"He or she"? You
didn't meet this person?

No.

So we're wasting our time here.

Well, you did get to
give me a civics lesson.

Well, we didn't get the name

but it looks like you
could have had a date.

Liberals love me,
Colonel. I'm a challenge.

We could subpoena their records.

Yeah, and they'd scream
freedom of the press

and the Supreme Court would
get around to deciding the issue

sometime during Chelsea
Clinton's second term

as President, if we're lucky.

Well, then maybe
you should ask her

out on a date. You know,

she never met him or her

but asked questions
and got answers.

So how were they communicating?

E-mail.

We can go to ISPs and companies
that operate SMTP servers.

They don't have a
freedom of the press issue.

Don't you love it
when he talks like that?

Places that send
and forward e-mail.

The op-ed piece
had to leave a trail.

Go get 'em, sailor.

Okay. How about a break?

You want a snack?

Yeah? Okay.

Yogurt, moo goo gai
pan from last Sunday,

or a dog biscuit?

Yeah, that does look best.

Hello?

This is Colonel MacKenzie.

Yes, I am a lawyer.

Now?!

This really isn't my area.

Our hospital counsel
is on vacation.

We needed somebody right away.

Major Jackson apparently met you

at a party or something.

Uh, I guess I come
well recommended.

We needed a lawyer.

This is, or was, Marine
Sergeant Kent Davey.

He was in a car
crash a few hours ago.

Reached us with
severe internal injuries.

He didn't make it.

I'm sorry.

What's the issue...
Malpractice? The car crash?

No.

The young lady over there,
she's the sergeant's fiancée.

She says she and the sergeant

were about to get married.

And they wanted
to have children.

I'm very sorry.

She still wants to
have the children.

Excuse me?

She wants us to
extract his sperm.

Morning, Gunny.

Commander, morning.

Marine,

what the hell is
going on in here?

What are you doing in my office?

Commander, your
office has been secured.

You can't go in there right now.

Why not?

Sir, I tried to call you.

I came back here
yesterday, as we discussed,

and I found the server
that routed the op-ed piece

to the newspaper.

Excellent. Where
did it come from?

Your computer, sir.

You don't think I
did it, do you, sir?

No, but, Commander, nobody
gives a damn what I think.

Hell, I tried to keep
this thing in-house

but, to avoid the appearance

of conflict of interest,

pursuit of the matter
has been turned over

to the Office of
Inspector General.

OIG?!

Admiral, they land a crooked
JAG, their budget goes up.

Oh, hell, yes.

But, Commander,
we're in no position

to question their integrity,

since somebody has
put yours in question first.

Sir, I rarely lock
the door to my office.

Anybody could have gone in there

and tampered with my computer.

Oh, great, great. You
didn't commit the crime

but somebody else
under my command did.

Sir, all I know is
that I didn't do it.

Well, good.

Hate to see you
suffer the same fate

as that Air Force
General or Private Callan.

Who's Private Callan, sir?

Well, in 1942, he denounced
President Franklin Roosevelt

as a dirty politician
trying to enslave the world.

Got 20 years at hard labor.

Of course,

we were at war at that time.

You could probably
get off with, say... ten.

Sir, I've been doing

some more computer research.

I'm not sure I can survive
much more of your research, Bud.

Our systems here
are on a network

that's always
connected to the Internet.

That means that each computer

has a fixed Internet
protocol number,

which means that the hacker

can sniff his way in,

take control of the computer...

Send outgoing e-mail
like that op-ed piece.

Exactly.

So either some hacker
randomly chose your computer

or somebody's out to get you.

Maybe to get even for something.

So I've taken the liberty,
sir, of looking through

your case files to find anybody

that you might have
pissed... antagonized.

Defendants, witnesses

other lawyers, judges...

My own personal enemies list.

Yes, sir, it's in my office,

if you could find the time
to come and take a look at it.

I think I have some
time right now, Bud.

I thought it best to
cast a wide net, sir.

Well, it's a good thing
I'm easygoing, Lieutenant,

or that would be
a very large pile.

Commander Rabb?

That's me.

Agent John Nichols, Office
of the Inspector General.

A civilian.

That's right.

So I don't have an axe to grind.

Well, somebody
does, Agent Nichols.

You may want to look
at that stack of files.

I've already read
some files, Commander.

I found one that said
that during a court-martial

on the USS Patrick Henry,

you, uh, criticized

the President's air
war over Kosovo.

Not directly.

Oh.

You saved your direct criticism

for the op-ed piece.

Did you say you were here
to conduct an investigation

or just to execute the accused?

I'm investigating, Commander.

Would you care to
assist me in my inquiries?

Let's go to my office.

Can't.

My men aren't
through searching it.

Uh, you can use my office, sir.

So, you deny the allegation?

I do. Despite the fact

the editorial came
from your computer?

You know, Agent Nichols,

somebody could have
hacked into my computer

and sent the editorial.

One of these people?

It could be.

Corporal Arnold Hobson...

Convicted by you
of getting drunk,

stealing an armored
personnel carrier

and driving it into
the Patuxent River.

Do you really think that
he is sophisticated enough

to identify your Internet
protocol address

log into the JAG
network, hoax the firewall,

identify your CPU,
upload the editorial

and route it to the newspaper?

I don't know. Why
don't you find out?

We'll ask him.

In the meantime, Commander,

I suggest you get
yourself a lawyer.

Knock, knock.

Come on in.

Just catching up
with my fan club.

You didn't do it, did you?

You know, it was my suggestion
that led to the discovery

the damn editorial
came from my computer.

Very clever.

Throw people off the scent.

You know, despite your
lousy sense of humor,

you may have just what
I'm looking for in a lawyer.

I've just been told I need one.

I can't do it, Harm.
I've just been told

that I'm a potential
prosecution witness.

What?!

Agent Nichols found out

about the joke you told

at Commander
Mattoni's birthday party

last year.

What joke?

The White House intern...

"Close, but no cigar."

Yeah, and you say I have
a terrible sense of humor.

Excuse me, Colonel.
Commander Rabb...

You have a phone call, sir.

Congresswoman Latham, line four.

Rabb.

You free for lunch?

Sure.

I can't get into
my office anyway.

Occidental. 30 Minutes.

See you there.

Think the OIG will
file additional charges

if I take an early lunch?

Let me walk you out.

Where you going?

Well, if things work out,

to cut the sperm
out of a dead man.

They told me they could do
it up to 30 hours after he died.

And they put him in the
morgue, in a refrigerator.

Look, Ms. Westin...

Laurie.

Laurie.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Then help me.

They told me they'd do
it, if you said it was okay.

This is an unusual request.

Well, other people have done it.

I read it in a magazine.

Ken and I were going to
be married on Saturday.

We wanted children.

I want to have his children.

This is a terrible time,
Laurie, but I've got to be blunt.

About what?

There's got to be
some suspicion.

About what?

That you're after
Sergeant Davy's

survivor's benefits for
the child you might have.

I will sign a paper.

I will do whatever you want.

I don't want money.

I don't want benefits.

I just want to have Ken's baby.

That's what you want

but we have no way of
knowing what he wanted.

Yes, we do.

I went home and got these.

He mailed them to me when he was
on temporary duty in Guantanamo.

There.

"My darling, I think
about you all the time

"about the life we're going
to have, together, forever.

"I don't care where
the Marines send me,

"as long as they
send you with me.

"You and our kids.

"Daughters as
beautiful as you are.

"Sons who will love their
mother as much as I do.

I'm the happiest
man in the world."

He sounds like a wonderful man.

He wasn't exactly my
first boyfriend, Colonel,

but with Ken, everything
was... different.

It was special.

Your child will never
know him, Laurie.

Is that really what you want?

You're a young woman.

Someday, down the road,
you might meet another man.

Other single women have kids.

Lesbians...

I mean, professional women
go off to China and they adopt.

Why can't I have a child with
the only man I've ever loved?

Right this way, sir.

Well, you didn't tell me
you were bringing friends.

It's an honor, Commander.

I read about your
exploits over Kosovo.

Pushing that crippled
plane by its tail hook...

A genuine hero.

Please.

Harm, this is Daniel Citron.

He used to sit on the National
Security Subcommittee.

Oh, a genuine Congressman.

Ex.

The voters decided
I was ready to retire.

Now I run an outfit called the
Roanoke Liberty Foundation.

I've heard of it.

It's a big name in
conservative causes.

Principled

conservative causes.

This is Suzanne Moore,

our administrative officer.

It's an honor.

Really? Then you haven't heard
what's been going on with me.

We have. That's why we asked

Congresswoman
Latham to introduce us.

Well, call me naive,
but I would have thought

that you and the Congresswoman

would despise each
others' principles.

We're politicians, not fanatics.

We can distinguish our
philosophical differences

from our common humanity.

I only agreed to set this up

because I'm worried
about you, Harm.

The Navy will do anything to
minimize its embarrassment,

including throwing
you to the sharks.

I remind you,
Congresswoman Latham,

you have a habit of
underrating the Navy.

And how would you rate

the way they've proceeded
against you so far?

I believe they'll
do the right thing.

We just want to
make sure of that.

So we're offering you top
legal counsel, at no charge.

Well, sir, no disrespect,

but you people are famous
for being anti-Clinton.

I show up with
one of your lawyers

I'll be proving their
case against me.

Then don't use our lawyer.

We'll hire you a
Communist, if you want.

It's still your money.

We're not poison,

Commander Rabb.

We've won very
important victories

for student-led school prayer,

the right not to be
forced into unions...

I brought you some
copies of our newsletter.

"Moral values,
not market values.

"Raise our children with
discipline and devotion,

"not the wackily
trendy guidelines

of the education establishment."

I'm sure you agree

with at least
some of our issues.

I'm just not ready to
be one of your issues.

Harm, you're
going to be an issue

whether you want to or not.

At least go to battle with help.

Don't they teach something
like that at Annapolis?

The fact that I'm innocent
should be enough.

That's a lawyer's joke, right?

Harm... you've had a dozen
calls from reporters, and Tiner's

been sending them to me.

What's he sending
them to you for?

Well, I don't know.

Maybe he thinks my
accent will confuse them.

Look, if there's
anything you need...

As a matter of
fact, Mic, there is.

No worries, mate.

Come on in.

Take a load off.

This used to be my office.

You want it back?

I'm not sure it's going to
help with the case, though.

You inherited my old computer.

You've had time to
crack the password.

So I wrote the op-ed piece?

Now, would that be
before or after I killed JFK?

Somebody wrote it, Mic.

Wouldn't be a
crime if you did it.

Not unless it defamed
Her Majesty, the Queen.

See, that's our law, mate.

You find this all very
amusing, don't you?

No, I don't.

Well, you haven't stopped
smiling since I came in here.

Because you've accused me

of libeling the President
of the United States

and framing one
of my fellow officers

for the deed.

Now, if I didn't find
this all very amusing...

I might take a
poke at you, mate.

Chief Pharamcist,
call In-Patient Services.

Chief Pharmacist...

It's going to be
all right, Laurie.

I know. I just... I can't stop thinking
about what they're doing to him.

The procedure was
completed a few minutes ago.

A urologist looked at the sperm

and they appear to
have good motility.

- As soon as you like...
- Are you Dr. Cannon?

Yes.

And this is Laurie, right?

I can't believe your nerve.

Ma'am, you are...?

Melinda Davy.

Mrs. Melinda Davy.

Mrs. Davy?

That's right. I'm
the wife of the man

the doctor here just cut up.

Laurie?

They're divorced.

Not until Friday.

He's still my husband...

or he was.

That's why you're getting
married on Saturday.

It was some kind of
waiting period, a formality.

Right. So, formally,

I'm the widow, not
to mention the victim

of a husband-stealing tramp.

They say you removed
my husband's sperm.

I want them destroyed.

Colonel?

I want them
destroyed right away,

or I'm going to march
down to my lawyer's office

and get a court order
to make you do it.

Help me.

Please.

So did you, uh...

rule out Commander Brumby, sir?

For the moment.

You think Tiner might have got

a little giddy one night?

I don't think Tiner can
spell "hypocrisy," sir.

You know, one of the witnesses

in the Mosley court-martial

took a swing at me
after court one day.

William Johnson, sir.

I believe he's
still in the service,

and he's on the Reeves,

and they've been out
to sea since August.

You have voice activation
on your computer, Bud?

No, sir.

Well, who's typing on it then?

"Give your friend
Harm my condolences."

"Tough break"?

"Did I put my
foot in his mouth?"

It's a mental game, Commander.

That may be, but I still get

to hit something
with this big club.

I heard you had a
mysterious intruder

on one of your office computers

and the Inspector General

is too busy investigating you

for criticizing the President

to look into it.

Where did you hear that?

You have friends, Commander.

Why don't you let
me be one of them?

One of my friends
did look into it.

Apparently, that signal bounced
around the world a few times,

including off a
couple of satellites.

It'll take a lot of resources

to track down whoever sent it.

We have a lot of resources.

And a lot of political
baggage, sir.

Would your rather take
help from an organization

that participates legally
in our vibrant democracy?

Or be railroaded all
on your lonesome?

No press releases, no
public announcements.

You just help me find
this son of a bitch quietly.

You make the rules, Commander.

We just want to help.

Hey, Harm, congratulations.

I heard you're on
the promotion list.

I think we can consider
that temporarily delayed.

This whole thing is ridiculous.

They'll find whoever
wrote that editorial.

Well, they don't seem

to be looking very
hard right now.

What is that?

Frozen sperm.

And I got in trouble
for telling a Clinton joke.

Don't start.

This is removed from
the body of a dead Marine.

His fiancée wants to use it.

His almost-ex-wife
wants it destroyed.

Last time I saw her,
she was running off

to get a court order.

You're hiding it from the court?

No. I don't know that
she actually got an order.

I'm just keeping it safe.

Next to my lasagna?

Frozen sperm.

It's hers.

Oh, some kind of
do-it-yourself kit, right?

Excuse me?

Commander Rabb, they told
me I could find you in here.

Yeah, let's, uh...
let's go to my office.

These two want to be alone.

Excuse me.

This place is so impressive.

Just a bunch of lawyers,
and I'm sure you see

a lot of those in your business.

Not with three dozen
combat missions

under their belt.

I am just so excited

to be working with
you, Commander.

Harm.

Harm.

Is this yours?

Were you wearing it

when you flew over Kosovo?

Yeah.

Unfortunately, now
I have to wear it

when I come into the office.

Did you find
anything, Ms. Moore?

Suzanne.

Suzanne.

Did you find the joker
who sent the e-mail?

As a matter of fact, yes.

We did a worldwide search.

Hired analysts in
three different countries.

That message went through
two pornographic Web sites

on Malta alone.

So where did it come from?

Do you know anybody
in Leavenworth, Kansas?

Yards four and
five are now open.

Yards four and five now open.

What exactly is your connection

with Clark Palmer?

He's kidnapped me,
sir. He's tried to kill me.

He tried to trick me into
shooting my former girlfriend.

He's a sociopath who's
made me his hobby, Colonel.

Well, he's safely locked up now.

I don't see how he can hurt you.

Where is he exactly?

Right in here.

He has a computer.

We have a labor contract

with the National Park Service.

Our inmates take
reservations for campgrounds.

Palmer has a long history

of fraud and violence, Colonel.

On the outside, not in here.

We have to motivate
them to behave.

Working this unit is a reward.

Harm, long time no see.

You don't write; you never call.

You write me though,
don't you, Palmer.

I wanted to cheer you up.

Heard you got into a
little bit of trouble, huh?

Boy Scout like you.

These are dedicated terminals.

They have no link
to outside networks.

You want to bet, Colonel?

Excuse me, Palmer.

What are you doing?

Global search, sir.

"Physical and moral
coward," highlight

of a recent op-ed piece,
supposedly written by me.

There it is, Colonel.

Under a file called
harmbaby.high.

Sloppy of you, Palmer

not to have erased it.

Why would I erase it?

I liked it so much,

I downloaded it
from the newspaper...

after it was published.

You're telling me
this Palmer character

is some kind of evil genius...

Manipulates the
world from his cell?

Leaps over tall buildings?

I'm telling you that
he's very smart.

We did what you asked
and looked at his computer.

The date stamp on his
copy of your op-ed piece...

His op-ed piece.

Is from the day after
the editorial appeared.

So he reset the
clock on the computer.

It doesn't take a
genius to do that.

Commander Rabb, the
newspaper's Web site

sticks a few invisible bytes
into every article it uploads.

They call it a digital watermark

to track the usage
of its material

and to protect its copyrights.

And those bytes were on the
copy in Palmer's computer?

That's right.

He didn't send the
article to the newspaper.

He got the article
from the newspaper.

He's playing with us.

If you have any other
evidence to offer in your defense,

I'll be happy to examine it.

You sure this is legal, ma'am?

There's no court order yet.

I just think it'd be prudent
to keep it somewhere...

Where no one can find it.

You got room in there?

Let me look.

I have to keep the breast milk.

I can defrost this roast.

I was going to cook it
this weekend anyway.

It's weird, isn't it?

The mystery of life,
the urge to reproduce.

Dating... "Should I
call him on Thursday

if he doesn't call me by
Wednesday?" Blah, blah, blah.

And it all comes down to this.

Well, I do want to
have children someday.

Hey, women do it all the time.

Well, I guess I'll give
the intact organisms

a few more years.

Men? Men.

What's the status
on this thing anyway?

Well, the almost-ex-wife

has got a hearing
date coming up.

The girlfriend's trying to
raise money for a lawyer

and the only injunction
that we have to abide by

is not to inseminate
anyone with it.

Mr. President,
Then we won't, right?

What is the status of the
case against the naval officer

who wrote the op-ed
piece attacking you? Harriet.

I have not gotten
the final report yet.

All I've gotten, so far,
is secondhand stuff.

Yes?

Pentagon sources say you
are pressing for prosecution

because you were
personally offended.

For me personally,
I didn't care.

People say whatever they
want to say about the P...

uh, me, personally.

It had no impact on
me, and I thought,

well, here's a guy
who's served this country

and, you know, so what
if he doesn't like me?

He doesn't know me
from Adam's off-ox,

So he's just repeating
something he's heard.

But will the officer
be prosecuted?

They're going to make a report

once they have all the facts

and then they'll be
some action taken.

Ain't it grand to be famous?

No, sir, it isn't.

What have you heard, sir?

They want a
court-martial, Commander.

We promised you no press
conferences, Commander.

The President did not.

Good thing, too, 'cause we know

how that man hates
to break his word.

So, what's next?

We have a press conference?

Or better yet, a parade?

I defend you to the best
of my ability, if you'll let me.

And yes, that may require
taking your case to the public

to make them see how
outrageous this prosecution is.

"War hero hounded
by dastardly president."

I see, I fit right into
your program, don't I?

And we fit yours.

You want to be
acquitted, and Mr. Pappas

is the finest attorney

you will find inside
or outside the Beltway.

We'll leave you two alone.

I spoke to the Navy.

They'll let it drop

if you resign your commission.

Out of the question.

Good.

So, Mr. Pappas,

what is your strategy,
aside from making the public

see how outrageous,
blah, blah, blah?

I know you're a fine
attorney, Commander,

but do you really think

it's wise for you to try to
help me win your case?

Yes.

Okay, but I'm not
going to split my fee.

They have two things.

The electronic trail from your
computer to the newspaper.

Suggestive, not conclusive.

And the congruence
of the attitudes

expressed in the editorial
with your own attitudes.

Are they congruent?

Some are. Some aren't.

Let's see how it looks.

Pretend you're going
to be on the stand.

I will take the
stand, Mr. Pappas.

Fine. Then we better practice.

Commander Rabb, moving
beyond your party jokes

concerning the President
and Ms. Lewinsky...

15 million Americans
told those jokes.

Only one is on trial.

Commander Rabb,

do you think the
President is a coward?

I have no idea.

But in Kosovo,

when our planes were
ordered to fly three miles high,

for their own
safety, while people

were being massacred
on the ground,

you believe that those orders
were cowardly, don't you?

I believe they were
overly cautious.

What's the difference?

All I know is, the aviators

who flew those missions
were not cowardly.

So, who was?

Objection.

Overruled.

It would be sustained.

Maybe.

Commander Rabb, do you
think the President is a liar?

I believe that he has not
always been completely honest.

So, you think he's a liar.

I think he has lied.

How do you feel

about the fact that he's
confessed to behavior

that wouldn't be tolerated
by military officers

under his command?

Commander Rabb?

Commander?

How did it go?

Terrific.

You know, even if
you're convicted...

I'm not saying you will
be... But even if you were,

it wouldn't be
completely terrible.

This whole thing is going
to make a name for you.

Something good
could come of this.

Like what?

Have you ever thought
of running for Congress?

No.

I'm sorry.

I'm-I'm just trying to think
of good things for you.

But they're things

that I think are good,
not what you think.

I'm sounding like
an idiot, aren't I?

Suzanne, can we talk later?

Yes. Good, good.

Later, we'll talk.

Are you her lawyer?

No. I'm just trying to
find a resolution to this.

The judge will give us a
resolution this afternoon:

"Destroy that tank
and everything in it."

My husband's dead; it's cruel
to make me even deal with it.

You don't have
to deal with this,

you could have stayed away.

Oh, and you're the
expert on staying away?

You couldn't stay
away from my husband.

You were already separated.

You expect me to believe that?

That's the truth.

You're a lying slut!

Ladies!

Mrs. Davy, what if
Ms. Westin could prove

to you that she didn't
meet your husband

until after your
marriage was over?

Now, how can she do that?

We were living near Washington.

She lives in Washington.

Not that year...

She was teaching
English in Japan.

We were stationed in
Japan two years ago.

When she was in Washington.

We'll get you her passport.

We'll get you her
employment contract.

Really?

These are some letters

that your husband
wrote to Ms. Westin

after your separation
was official.

They show what
your husband wanted.

Mrs. Davy, what do you say?

No.

He never wanted
children with me.

Excuse me, Commander.

Come on in, Gunny.

This came for you, sir.

Thanks, Gunny.

Also, if I may say, sir...

Speak your mind.

I know you didn't
write that editorial, sir,

but if you did, I just
want you to know

a lot of Marines stand behind

what you said, sir.

A thousand percent.

If you said it,
which you didn't.

Thanks, Gunny.

Aye, sir.

Well, they were right. I
could've run for Congress.

On whose platform, sir?

Theirs.

You know, Bud, I realize
that they're using me.

But I'm using them, too.

The lawyer's good, and, uh...

their publicity
machine is great.

"Harm, sorry for my
sensitivity-deprived attempt

"to cheer you up, but all
of us, including Pappas,

"think you should
meet these reporters

"we've invited to our
office tomorrow morning.

Suzanne Moore."

These are all A-list names, sir.

Major outlets.

They tell me it's
a media trial, Bud.

If I want to save my
career, I take it to the media.

Are you really
going to go through

with this dog-and-pony
show, sir?

Bud, you helped me out
of loyalty and friendship.

Everybody else has a price.

I'm sure you'll do
what's right, sir.

"Sensitivity-deprived
attempt to cheer you up."

Do you have a safe
place to put that?

I'll treat them like
my own babies, lady.

What's going to happen
to them, Colonel?

I don't know; the
judge wants to hear

full arguments in a
couple of months, but...

that may not matter.

Why not?

Thank you.

Well, Laurie Westin
called me today.

She wasn't feeling well.

She got a home test.

She's pregnant.

Well, that's wonderful.

Wh-What about those little guys?

Little guys?

Little girls.

They may not make it, Harriet.

Colonel.

Bud.

Hey, uh, who's that guy,
and what's in the cooler?

The mystery of life.

People, if you'll just follow
us into the conference room...

Give us a minute.

No, bear with us
just a moment, folks.

We'll get all your questions
answered, I promise you.

I'm glad you decided to come.

Well, it wasn't
an easy decision.

I know, but it was
right, I promise.

"Sorry for my
sensitivity-deprived attempt

to cheer you up."

I am.

I really am.

"Our President, my
Commander in Chief

"has imposed his
bravery-deprived character

on the Armed Forces."

What are you doing?

"Sensitivity-deprived."

"Bravery-deprived."

Pretty unusual
word construction.

I don't understand.

The newsletter:

"The wackily trendy guidelines
of the education establishment."

The op-ed piece:

"Sleazily disgraceful
restrictions."

You like to use adverbs
to modify your adjectives.

Are you saying
that I wrote that?

Pretty distinctive
style, Ms. Moore.

Harm...

Shouldn't be too hard
to find that electronic trail,

now that we know
where to look, huh?

So, where did you send it from?

Computer in your office?

That would certainly
make it easier.

No.

My laptop.

Why me?

Who better?

You're everything he isn't.

The poster boy
for Clinton-bashing.

Acquitted or convicted,
a martyr to your cause.

Your cause, too.

You don't know that.

Harm...

we have to show these people up

for what they really are.

What are you?

Organizations like this

are trying to put the country

back on the right track.

Then I'll stay on the
wrong track, thank you.

Okay, think what you want,

but I didn't even
commit a crime.

I am not a military officer.

I am allowed to
write an editorial

criticizing the President.

But you're not allowed to
commit telecommunications fraud

or to impersonate
a military officer,

or to conspire to interfere

with the administration
of justice.

I'm sure the Clinton
Department of Justice

will think of a few more
things to charge you with.

This will help him.

You don't even like him.

Doesn't matter if I like him.

He's my Commander in Chief.

Now I'm ready to
talk to the press.

I will bear true
faith and allegiance

to the Constitution
of the United States

and the country
whose course it directs.

I take this obligation freely

and without any
mental reservation

and I will well and faithfully
discharge the duties

of the office I am
about to enter,

So help me God.

So help me God.

You are hereby promoted
to the rank of Commander.

Thank you, sir.

Rabb,

have you ever,
once in your life,

done anything the easy way?

No, sir.

Yes, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am!

Oh, they tell me that
the Grand Canyon

is just exquisite
this time of year.

Anita, call Frank in
from the newsroom.

I've got an e-mail here
that looks like the record

of a Swiss bank account

held by Lieutenant
Commander Harmon Rabb, Jr.

Huh...

How would he accumulate
$800,000 on an officer's pay?

Congratulations
on your promotion.

Thank you.

Congratulations, sir.

Congratulations, Commander.