JAG (1995–2005): Season 6, Episode 17 - Valor - full transcript

SOLDIER 1: It's
clear. SOLDIER: Clear.

(man speaking Arabic)

OFFICER (on radio):
off the port corner.

Looks like our vegetable
man's coming in.

Let's muster a working party
to pass it up the A-com ladder.

SOLDIER: Sir, we got
our vegetables an hour ago.

They came by truck.

Lieutenant Rojas.

Go ahead, sir.

We've got a suspect
craft approaching.

On our way, sir!



Let's go!

Go.

(man speaking Arabic over P.A.)

ROJAS (over radio):
He's not responding, sir.

Fire a warning shot.

ROJAS: Fire, aye!

OFFICER: Cease fire!

Explosives, sir.

Don't shoot.

Don't move.

Don't shoot.

We've got to get off the boat.

Identify yourself.

Don't shoot.



Who are you?

Sergeant Joan Steele,
United States Marine Corps.

RABB: How did you know
where to find me anyway, Tiner?

Tuesday, 0630

would be your five-mile
run along the river, sir.

And what if I had decided
to change my route today?

Not likely, Commander.

You're pretty, uh, regular
with your schedule, sir.

(knocking) CHEGWIDDEN: Enter.

Reporting with Commander
Rabb as ordered, sir.

CHEGWIDDEN: Thank
you, Tiner. That'll be all.

Thank you, sir. Sir.

Sorry to cut your jog
short, Commander.

You're aware of Marine
Sergeant Joan Steele...

Disappeared during a terrorist
attack in Bahrain last month.

Yes, sir. An MP assigned to
the Marine Expeditionary Unit

deployed to the Gulf.

She's presumably abducted,

though no demands
were ever made.

She's still MIA.

Yesterday, a Navy patrol in the
United Arab Emirates intercepted

two gunmen aboard a small boat

carrying 400 pounds of
explosives toward the USS Vance.

Trying for a repeat of
the attack on the Cole, sir?

Apparently,

but this time the patrol
killed both gunmen.

They also found Sergeant
Steele on their boat, alive.

Well, why would terrorists take
along a hostage to bomb a ship?

It's not clear she
was a hostage.

She was dressed like
the gunmen, in local garb.

OFFICER: She wasn't restrained.

What does she say?

They forced her at
gunpoint to go with them.

We don't have I.D.'s

on the dead terrorists yet

but we're guessing a local
offshoot of the Islamic jihad.

And we're thinking
that they recruited her?

Well, we don't know what

the hell happened over there.

Your flight leaves
in, uh, 90 minutes.

Dismissed.

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

Mic, running away from home?

I'm not.

What would be the military
term for what we're doing?

Aid and assistance.

You guys taking a trip?

I'm not. I'm not.

I'll make sure that... hi.

Hey.

Did you find my head scarves?

Yes, ma'am.

Three. Packed.

You got my extra uniform?

Rolled, not folded, sir.

Water purifier?

With a new filter, ma'am.

At ease, Marine.

Why do I keep thinking
I'm forgetting something?

The minister.

MacKENZIE: Oh, Mic...

I'm sorry.

No worries. I'll call him.

Saturday, May 26, right?

SIMS: You guys set the date?

Ah! I've gotta get a dress.

Congratulations, Mic. Thank you.

( with Australian accent):
Congratulations, mate.

Commander, Colonel, the
duty driver's standing by.

Got to go.

Uh, I, I'll be two minutes.

All right, but I get
the front seat then.

I'll call you.

Be careful.

Okay.

Looks like I'll have
some free nights, Bud.

What do you say we
go waste one of them?

Go have a drink?

Sure.

When they do...
Wine and girl talk?

That's a date.

Great.

SOLDIER: Ever since
the Cole got bombed

we've been on
heightened security;

every command guideline
followed to the letter.

Members of the
quarterdeck watch are armed.

Picket boats crisscross, bow
to stern, every 15 minutes.

Water hoses readied
to repel boarders.

Exclusion zone extended
200 yards from the ship

and a recorded warning message,
in Arabic, ready for broadcast.

Seems like something
broke down, Commander.

You were a few minutes away

from being blown
out of the water.

That's one way to
look at it, Colonel.

The terrorists
looked like the boat

that delivers our vegetables.

Was your vegetable
boat scheduled

to arrive at that time?

He came by truck earlier.

The only no-show was the guy

who delivers our
magazines and videos.

He spent seven hours
with Navy and local security

explaining his uncle was sick.

It checks out.

So, the bombers
were on their own

and just headed toward the ship?

They didn't "just"
do anything, ma'am.

Nobody gets near us unless
they check their security code

with the Harbor Captain.

This boat knew the right code.

Would someone with
a working knowledge

of Naval security have been able

to provide them with that?

You're talking about
your Sergeant Steele?

We've all been
wondering the same thing.

Yes, ma'am.

Our people coordinated
with Navy security.

I was familiar with
their procedures.

Any idea how the terrorists

knew these procedures, Sergeant?

I told them, sir.

You... you provided
this information

because you were
threatened, coerced?

That's what I let
them think, sir.

I think you better
explain, Sergeant.

Sir, ma'am, you have to
understand the situation.

The men who abducted
me were zealots.

They were prepared
to sacrifice anybody,

including themselves,
to sink that destroyer.

That's all the more
reason not to help them.

It was my duty to
stop them, ma'am.

I needed to get them into
the section of the harbor

where our forces had
overwhelming superiority.

Well, why not try to have
them caught at the entrance?

They would've
turned tail and run, sir.

I needed to make sure
they wouldn't escape.

What about their
chance of succeeding?

Did you factor
that into your plan?

Ma'am, I knew we
weren't expected...

That ship's watch or a
picket boat would spot us.

Hundreds of lives
were at risk, Sergeant.

The Navy did its job, ma'am.

The terrorists were
killed, the bomb defused.

And if you had been killed?

A chance I was
willing to take, ma'am.

Ma'am, do you have any idea

how long they're going
to keep me in here?

No, that's, uh,
up to the doctors.

There's nothing
wrong with me, Colonel.

If you could put a
word in with someone,

I'd really like to
get back to my job.

Why the rush, Sergeant?

They're called terrorists, sir.

If I'm too shaken up to
return to duty, they win.

OFFICER: Never give an inch.

That's Sergeant Steele.

RABB: How well do
you know her, Colonel?

I know how determined she is.

She submitted a MECEP package.

When I didn't endorse it

it was obvious she
was disappointed.

So you don't think she
was a good candidate

to be an officer, sir?

I knew she was brave.
I knew she was tough.

I wasn't sure she
was officer material.

That's what I told her.

I needed more time to
see how she operated.

Well, what were
your reservations, sir?

Reservation.

Judgment.

There were a
number of incidents.

The one I most vividly recall

was when she waded into
a scuffle on a liberty boat.

She pulled her weapon
on a drunken Marine.

What do you know about
the night she was kidnapped?

Terrorists were attacking
a Bahraini police armory.

Sergeant Steele was
driving from the harbor

to the Naval base.

When she stopped at a red
light, she heard an explosion.

Assuming the worst,
she got out of the vehicle

rushed to the scene,

armed only with a sidearm.

She is brave.

Standing orders are
to return to the unit

in any emergency.

All we found later
was a holster.

She's very lucky to be alive.

Well, actually, sir,

she seems to be in
pretty good shape.

She's asked to
be returned to duty.

Oh, she's got grit.

There's absolutely
no question about that.

So why don't you just give her
a medal, send her back to us?

RABB: Colonel, Sergeant
Steele has admitted

helping the terrorists gain
access to Jebel Ali harbor.

What in the world for?

She thought it would make
it easier to catch them, sir.

That's Sergeant Steele.

Mm, looking to keep cool?

Oh, could I...?

Hey, you read my mind.

Thank you.

I thought you liked chocolate.

Well, I understand that
vanilla is a very popular flavor.

I thought I'd give it a try.

Go wild.

Got a message from
Admiral Chegwidden.

He wants to know what we've got.

Unclear.

She nearly got 300
people killed, Harm

not to mention almost
blowing up a $600 million ship.

Bad judgment.

Mac, she just spent four weeks

in the hands of
terrorist fanatics.

I'd say "bad judgment"
is an understatement.

Well, we weren't in
her situation, Mac.

Well, maybe what she
did is understandable,

but it was wrong.

Criminally wrong?

(phone rings)

Lieutenant Colonel MacKenzie.

Uh-huh.

What are they?

You sure?

(sighing): Okay, we'll
need a copy of your report.

FBI forensics
pulled fingerprints

from the bomb's detonator.

Any matches with
Webb's list of terrorists?

Some unknowns.

One positive I.D.

A ten-point match with
Sergeant Joan Steele.

STEELE: I only had
a few minutes, sir.

I did the best I could.

Did what, help them
assemble the bomb?

No, ma'am.

Then how did your fingerprints
get on the detonator, Sergeant?

Two days before they
tried to attack the Vance, sir,

they left me alone with it.

The terrorist who
was guarding me

went up to the head.

You weren't tied up?

I was eating, sir.

My wrists were tied together,
but I could move my hands.

The whole bomb wasn't
there, but enough of it.

I tried to set it off

but I didn't have time
to hook up the detonator.

You tried to kill yourself.

And them, sir.

Problem was, they caught me.

I didn't hear them coming.

They were playing

a loud Arnold Schwarzenegger
video in the next room.

They played a
different one each night.

Or one of the Die Hard movies.

They cheered at the terrorists.

So what happened then?

They beat me, sir.

Again.

This time, I pretended to crack

to convince them to allow me

to help them get
into the harbor.

Lieutenant?

I'm finishing it right now, sir.

No. Different topic:

the colonel's marriage.

Yes, sir?

Did I miss the engagement party?

No, sir. There wasn't
one, except for the toast

that you made in
the conference room.

Oh, right. Right.

Well, isn't there normally one?

Yes, sir.

And I would be
the one to throw it,

but our apartment's
way too small

and there's crayon on the walls.

So have it somewhere else.

I didn't want to
impose on anyone, sir.

Well, nonsense.
We're all a family here.

Well, it's not too late, sir.

Then let's do it.

Okay, sir.

I'll let everybody know.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you for what?

Lieutenant...

You've got to admit, Mac...

Everything we throw at her

she throws right back.

Suicide? Like that
was the obvious choice?

I might believe her

if she wasn't so
damn casual about it.

Come on, you really think
she helped them make a bomb?

Patty Hearst robbed a bank

with the Symbionese
Liberation Army.

Why would they need her?

You think they can't find
their own bomb-makers?

Maybe he was taking
time off to catch up

on his Arnold Schwarzenegger
and Bruce Willis movies.

How hard do you think it is

to find a copy of Die
Hard 3 in Jebel Ali?

Tiner, do I have a
caterer in my Rolodex?

Planning a soiree, sir?

Apparently, I volunteered
to host an engagement party

for the colonel.

That's very nice
of you, Admiral.

I've never done this before.

Should we decorate?

We, sir?

I'm there, Admiral.

How about crepe paper bells?

Why don't you write that down.

Eh... large arrangement
for the table.

Calla lilies, sir?

Not unless they're planning
a double suicide, Tiner.

White roses and irises.

Yes, sir.

Now, what would be
the theme of this party?

Engagement... engaging...
people engaging in conversation.

Having an engaging time.

(pen scratching) No theme.

(door closes firmly)

(man chanting in
Arabic over P.A.)

I already talked to the
Navy and the police.

My uncle was sick

or I would have
been to the boat.

What exactly was wrong
with your uncle, anyway?

Appendicitis.

I took him to the hospital.

My uncle and me,

we have been doing
business with the Navy

for 15 years.

I am not a terrorist.

I have a certificate
of commendation

from the Fifth Fleet.

And the Fleet does business

with you because of
your excellent selection?

The biggest selection

from Beirut to Bombay.

And I have more in the back.

What do you like, huh?

I don't think this is
even in the theaters yet.

I have everything.

You like a love story?

Sandra Bullock? Meg Ryan?

Arnold Schwarzenegger
and Bruce Willis.

I have every one...
Even Hudson Hawk.

We'd like to take a look
at your rental records.

Why?

Why not?

We're going to send
these jackets to the lab

and have them dusted for prints.

W-W-What fingerprints?

To see if they
match fingerprints

we found on the bomb.

You say my customers
made the bomb?

The bombers
watched these videos.

How many other stores
carry Commando?

Everybody rents my video.

How do I know what else they do?

You know.

Why else would your
uncle get sick on that day?

If there is a problem, I
lose my Navy contract?

Pal, if you're involved in this,

you're looking at 20
to 30 years in prison.

How are the prisons
around here, anyway?

All right.

I rented them to the girl.

What girl?

An American.

She came in two or three
times, with some men...

Arabs with Saudi accents.

The last time, she warned
me, "Don't go to the Vance."

She warned you, not the men?

They were not here with her.

The last time, she
came in by herself.

Where were the men?

Maybe in a car?

Out front?

Is that another way out?

Yes. Why?

You were alone in a video store.

You didn't even
attempt to escape?

I couldn't, ma'am.

Why not? There was a back door.

The terrorists were
outside in a car.

Their weapons
were trained on me.

You were duty-bound
to try, Sergeant.

Then who would have
stopped them, ma'am?

If I had escaped, they
would've just changed their target

and killed who knows
how many people.

MacKENZIE: So which is it?

You couldn't escape,
or you didn't want to?

Both.

Has it ever even occurred to you

that you did
something wrong here?

I don't believe I did, ma'am.

Sergeant, you said
you were beaten.

Yes, sir.

Did anything else happen to you?

They made some comments, sir.

One of them touched
me... inappropriately.

Was that difficult?

Yes, sir, but I tried
to keep my head

and do the right thing.

Sergeant, declining
an opportunity to escape

and participating in an attack

on a United States
Naval destroyer

cannot be considered
the right thing.

RABB: Is there anything else

you want to tell us, Sergeant?

Were you terrorized?

Traumatized?

I knew what I was doing, sir.

Sergeant, sometimes
a hostage starts

to identify with their captor.

It's called the
Stockholm Syndrome.

I do not identify with people

who want to blow up
American ships, sir.

Is it possible, Sergeant,
you developed feelings

for one of the terrorists?

You were with them,
alone, for a month.

Ma'am, I do not date people

who want to blow
up American ships.

I already told you
why I did what I did.

We understand you
were in a difficult position,

but this will go much easier

if you make a full
statement now,

with every extenuating
circumstance.

What will go easier, ma'am?

You could face charges.

Ma'am, I am not a criminal

and I'm not going to say I
was traumatized or hypnotized

or in love with a
terrorist when I wasn't.

With all due respect,

I did my duty as a
United States Marine,

and I'm proud of it
and I'd do it again.

One of my own people?

Come on, that's hard to believe.

Sir, there's a clear pattern
of concealing information:

Helping the terrorists
get into the harbor

her fingerprints on the bomb,
her opportunity to escape.

Sergeant Steele didn't mention any of
these things until we uncovered them.

But then she did
offer explanations.

Sir, she always has an explanation,
but by her own admission,

she helped terrorists get a
bomb next to an American ship.

Wait a minute... with-with-with...
with criminal intent?

Come on. What the
hell would her motive be?

Maybe that you rejected her
application for officer training.

All right.

What do you propose?

You refer the charges to Admiral
Dawkins for an investigative hearing.

And I gather that you
would be interested

in handling the prosecution
of this Article 32?

Yes, sir. How about
you, Commander?

Sir, I feel that Sergeant Steele
was in way over her head...

A vulnerable woman
in a terrible situation.

A United States Marine
in a terrible situation.

I'd like to defend her, Colonel.

All right.

I'll request the hearing.

VERN CLARK (on TV): The
Secretary, shortly after the Cole explosion

formed a Navy-Marine
Corps Task Force

on Antiterrorism
and Force Protection

and that task force
is spearheading

our efforts to effect
this sea change,

taking force protection
to a new level...

Guess it's working,

or the Vance wouldn't
still be floating.

We have learned a lot
that we need to focus on.

What does it take for a
terrorist to be successful?

A captured Marine MP
feeding information doesn't hurt.

You think Sergeant
Steele is a traitor?

What are you getting
from your people?

They're running an Article 32.

What about yours?

We're making inroads
into the terrorist group.

How do you do that?

Carefully, Admiral.

Very carefully.

Must not forget that the tragedy

that befell Cole
was not the product

of carelessness or folly,
but a deliberate attack

by a determined adversary,

who was willing
to give their lives.

And now we have
seen that the Cole attack

was not their last attempt.

MacKENZIE: Corporal
Hassler, how long

have you know Sergeant Steele?

About eight months, ma'am

ever since I joined the MEU.

Are the two of you friends?

Yes, ma'am.

Did you have
conversations with her

while she was preparing
her application for MECEP?

Yes, ma'am.

She was very excited

about the idea of
being an officer.

She felt she had a lot
to offer the Marine Corps.

Such as what, Corporal?

Well, she's smart, ma'am.

She was studying all the time.

She always had
a positive attitude.

Seeking extra duty,
extra responsibility.

Even after her MECEP
application was rejected?

HASSLER: That set
her back a little, ma'am.

Her father was a
retired Sergeant-Major.

She wanted to be a
good Marine for him.

MacKENZIE: Did this affect her
attitude toward the Marine Corps?

I think she just felt
undervalued, ma'am

like they didn't
appreciate her potential.

So she had a
grudge against them?

I believe she would have liked
to have shown the Marine Corps

that they made a mistake, ma'am.

Thank you.

Corporal, didn't
Sergeant Steele tell you

that what she really wanted
was to serve in combat?

Yes, sir. She thought that

would show the people
what she could do.

Did you see her the night
she was kidnapped, Corporal?

Yes, sir.

I was with her in
the duty vehicle

when we heard the explosion.

She told me to get
back to the base.

She took off running.

Toward the explosion?

Yes, sir.

To engage enemies
of the United States.

Objection. Assumes
facts not in evidence.

Nobody could have known who
was detonating the explosives.

Sustained.

Corporal, were you
and Sergeant Steele

briefed about the potential

of terrorist activity?

Yes, sir.

So when you heard the explosions

who did you think was involved?

My first assumption
was terrorists, sir.

And Sergeant Steele ran

in the direction
of the explosion.

That's right, sir.

Does that sound like somebody with
a grudge against the Marine Corps?

Objection. Calls
for a conclusion.

Sustained.

The sergeant may not
have been happy, sir

but she was still a
damn good Marine.

RABB: Thank you, Corporal.

Sir.

Redirect.

Corporal, did
Sergeant Steele want

to be transferred
to a combat unit?

That wouldn't have
been possible, ma'am.

Because females
aren't allowed in combat.

That's right, ma'am.

So to prove her
worth, she had to find

a different outfit to fight for,

didn't she? Objection.

Withdrawn.

No further questions.

MacKENZIE: Commander,
if it weren't for the help

Sergeant Steele
gave the terrorists,

would they have been able
to get so close to your ship?

I don't see how, ma'am.

They would've been intercepted
by one of our patrol boats

a lot sooner than they were.

At the entrance to your
section of the harbor.

Yes, ma'am.

If they had been detected,

would they have been
able to escape to open sea?

Objection. Calls
for a conclusion.

Commander Stinson helped
design the harbor's security plans.

I'm calling for his
opinion as an expert.

I'm going to allow this.
Objection overruled.

They would have
been caught, ma'am.

Our boats top out
at above 30 knots.

But they did enter your
section of the harbor.

So how did a small boat,
loaded with explosives,

get within a few feet
of a Navy destroyer?

It approached us during
a replenishing operation.

Aren't service boats
inspected by picket boats

before they enter
your exclusion zone?

Yes, ma'am, but we only had

one picket boat out at the
time, and it had stopped

to refuel.

So there was a gap
in your security zone?

For a short time, ma'am.

The terrorist boat held back
until exactly the right moment.

Would Sergeant Steele have
known about these security measures,

Commander? She's
the only one on that boat

who could have, ma'am.

Nothing further.

I gather, Commander, that you
consider Sergeant Steele's plan

to help the terrorists
approach your ship

misguided? Honestly, sir,

I don't even think
it was credible.

It worked, didn't it?

We got lucky, sir.

Was it luck that you were
standing watch, Commander?

Was it luck that you had
a picket boat in the water?

Was it luck that your
people did their jobs

exactly the way they
had been trained?

No, sir.

No.

Thank you. Sir.

BRUMBY: Cheers, mate.

ROBERTS: To absent friends.

To Sarah MacKenzie.

Ha-ha!

BRUMBY: Ah.

What a kick, man.

You're getting married.

Is something wrong?

No. Life's never been better.

How's "Brumby and Brumby"?

It's great. I had two clients
come in off the street.

A slander case against
a Commanding officer

and a young lieutenant
accused of dereliction of duty.

And at home?

Fine.

Unless Harriet's told you
something that I don't know.

About what?

About Sarah.

You know, Bud,
sometimes I think...

I don't know how she
really feels about all this.

Mic, as far as I
know, she's fine.

Is-Is this why you wanted
to have a beer with me?

No.

Bud, I want you
to be my best man.

(laughing): You do?

Are you willing to stand
up for me, Lieutenant?

I would be honored.

Barkeep, two shots of tequila.

What are you drinking?

(laughing)

Wow. This is so neat, Mic.

You know, I feel
like your best man.

You know, the fact that

you're sharing your
feelings and trust me.

Mic, I won't say
anything to anybody.

Bud tells me everything.

Isn't that kind of scary?

No. Not most of the time.

Except...

What?

Other women?

Actually, it's men.

Men?

Bud?

Spacemen.

(laughing)

Bud is deeply
involved in the search

for intelligent life
in the universe.

Mm. Well, I would settle

for a little intelligent
life right here at home.

Is Harm giving you trouble?

Did I say that?

(laughing): Mm-mm.

Harm gives everybody trouble.

Look, Harriet, I...

I know that you
and Harm are close.

Close? If it hadn't
been for Bud,

Harm would have come
after me a long time ago...

Not!

(both laughing)

Renee, you are
an irresistible force.

Oh, he's an immovable object.

Not for you.

You're different.

You're spontaneous
and you're fun, and he's...

Not?

Once a day, they'd
come into my room

and hold a rifle to my head.

Nobody moved for five minutes.

It felt like hours.

Then I'd hear the
empty chamber click.

They thought I would crack.

I thought I could use that.

Use it how?

Make them think I had cracked.

Pretend to help them.

Did you help them, Sergeant,

because you resented
the Marine Corps?

No, sir.

You didn't help
them because you felt

the Marine Corps
had judged you unfairly

in rejecting your application?

I didn't help them, sir.

I got them killed.

RABB: Did you concoct the plan,
Sergeant, because you wanted

to prove to the Marine Corps

that you were worthy of
the commissioning program?

I don't know.

Maybe that was part of it.

When your commanding
officer refused to endorse

your application for the
commissioning program

didn't he tell you
that he needed

more time to see
how you operated?

STEELE: Yes, sir.
Maybe I did want

to prove myself,
but I honestly thought

that the best thing
to do was to lead

the terrorists into a trap.

A trap that put a bomb near
the hull of the USS Vance?

I realize it was risky, sir,

but, at the time, it seemed like

the only thing to do.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Sir.

Sergeant, didn't you
create a very real possibility

of repeating what
happened on the USS Cole?

Everybody knew
about the Cole, ma'am.

Security was
adjusted way upward.

You wanted to be an officer,

so you risked the
lives of 300 sailors.

I was trying to
save lives, ma'am.

If we weren't intercepted,

I was going to set
off the bomb myself.

So Plan A was to get
the terrorists captured

by putting them inside
a sensitive security zone.

And Plan B was to get them

and yourself killed,
despite the fact

that they were armed
and you weren't?

Yes, ma'am.

Do you still think that was
the wisest course of action?

There was no other
way to stop them, ma'am.

If I fought them openly,
they would've just shot me

and dumped my
body in the desert.

What good would that have done?

I'm not saying you
weren't in a bad situation.

I could see how ruthless
they were, ma'am.

They beat me for no reason.

One of them would
talk to me in English,

say they were going to rape me

and slit my throat.

Did he rape you?

No, ma'am.

But every day he
came into my room,

zipping and unzipping his pants.

One night, he ignited a lighter

and held it towards my breasts.

When my blouse caught fire,

he held my hands behind my back,

so I couldn't put it out.

Then he poured Coca-Cola on it.

He thought that was funny.

(door opening)

Excuse me, Colonel.

We're going to stop here
for a, uh, brief recess.

Yes, sir.

What is it, Webb?

I need to talk to
Sergeant Steele. Now.

Slow down.

We have a lead on the group

that kidnapped the sergeant
and attacked the ship.

They're planning another
bombing very soon.

We just don't know where.

RABB: Sergeant,
this is Clayton Webb.

He's with the CIA.

Have a seat, please.

Sergeant.

WEBB: Did you ever see this man?

I don't think so, sir.

He goes by the
name of Abu Hassan.

He was behind your kidnapping
and the attack on the Vance.

I don't know him, sir.

His group is an offshoot
of Jamaa Islamiya.

We have a man inside who reports

that they're going to strike
again in the next 48 hours.

Where?

We don't know.

Did these people ever
discuss their plans with you?

No. Never.

Except their plan to
blow up the Vance.

You recall anything
that might help us?

They weren't real
talkative around me, sir.

Did they ever mention
anything personal?

Their homes...

their schools?

STEELE: One man did, sir.

He was only around for
the first couple of weeks.

He used to bring me my meals.

And then what happened?

I think he left to visit his
mother in the hospital.

This wasn't in the
transcript of your debriefing.

It didn't seem important, sir.

He said she had a bad heart.

You two talked
about your families?

Basic hostage training, ma'am.

Try to establish a human
connection with your captors.

And you did...

establish a human connection?

With him? Yes, sir.

He told me he used to sneak out

to make phone
calls to his mother.

He wasn't supposed to do that.

Sergeant, do you think
if you saw him again,

he might tell you more things?

Webb...

You forgetting about her first
go-around with these people?

Do either of you
have a better idea?

You said you had
a man on the inside.

Why would you need
Sergeant Steele?

Our man disappeared last night.

Sir, whatever you
want me to do, I'll do it.

Colonel...

in that case,

I assume you'd drop
all the proceedings

against Sergeant Steele?

In exchange for
trying to infiltrate

a gang of terrorist fanatics?

Only seems fair, sir.

Sir, this is too dangerous.

Don't you think they
might be suspicious

when she shows up?

We'll put out a story

that she escaped from custody.

You'll send out
people looking for her.

When I was with
the terrorists, sir,

I made them think I was
helping them voluntarily.

It's natural if I
escaped, I'd go to them.

Colonel, the sergeant
is still under suspicion.

How do we know, if she goes
to them, that she won't actually

be helping them?

I received a preliminary
report from Colonel Dubin.

At this point in the hearing,

he's inclined not to recommend

a court-martial.

Doesn't feel there's
enough evidence

to support your opinion.

I'll agree with that judgment.

And you?

Commander?

Sir, I'd like to talk
to the sergeant.

STEELE: Sir, I want to do this.

It's your decision, Sergeant,

but this is insane.

It's a suicide mission.

I can handle it, sir.

You can handle it?

The CIA's operative is
lying dead somewhere.

You understand that?

I don't care, sir.

You don't care?

You don't care
if you live or die?

No, sir.

Nobody is that brave, Sergeant.

I fooled them once before, sir.

Did you?

Or did you help them
because you were scared?

No, sir.

You were alone,
outnumbered, unarmed,

waking every day to
the threat of torture, rape,

death...

I survived it, sir.

I think you survived
it, Sergeant,

because you helped them.

Anybody would've been scared.

If you don't believe me, sir,

then why am I volunteering
for this mission?

Because you want
me to believe you.

You want everybody
to believe you.

You're trying to
convince yourself.

You're right about
one thing, sir...

The decision is mine.

I'm going in.

(sighs)

(gulps)

But do you ever find it
hard to understand women?

There have been times, yes.

Once...

maybe twice a day.

(both laughing)

Do you think we're
hard to understand?

Are you serious, Mic?

Half the time I can't
understand a word you're saying.

(laughing)

Red meat.

Fire.

A good game of footie.

I mean, the things
we want are simple.

They're easily grasped.

Why can't she be as clear?

Mm.

Listen, Mic, I know
that Harriet loves me

but I also know that...

she kind of thinks
I'm a bit of a doofus

but she never says it out loud.

Maybe once or twice.

But she tries not to.

What they don't say, Mic,

maybe we don't want to hear.

(snickers, then laughs)

What are you trying to say?

I don't know.

(both laughing)

But I do know that
Sarah MacKenzie,

in two months, is
going to marry you,

and you'll have
the rest of your life

to figure out what
else is on her mind.

Yeah.

PETERSEN: Do you
know what I worry about?

I have never loved a man before.

Harm was your first time?

No... no.

My first time was
in the backseat

(hiccuping): of an
orange Chevrolet.

But what happens

if Harm never wants
to get... you know...

Married?

Married.

Since when did marriage
become such a dirty word?

People get married all the time.

I did it. You did it.

I did. You did.

And-And even Mac set a date.

God, I pray every day

Brumby doesn't get hit by a bus.

That would be terrible.

Beyond terrible.

God, I mean, do
you know this is...

this is the first time
I've ever dressed

to please a man?

Love...

love turns everyone into a sap.

Oh, I don't know.

I think some people can
carry it off with "diggity."

♪ Well, I guess you'll say ♪

♪ What could make
me feel this way ♪

♪ My girl... ♪

♪ My girl, my girl ♪

♪ Talking about my girl ♪

♪ Doot-doo, doot-doo,
doot-doo, doot-doo ♪

♪ Talking about my girl... ♪

(men conversing in Arabic)

RABB: What's the range
on her signal beacon?

WEBB (over radio): Two miles

but we're never going to be
more than 100 feet from her.

RABB: That's if
everything goes right.

What happens if they find out
she's wearing a transponder?

It's half an inch long

and inside her belt buckle

under her robe; they'd
need an X-ray machine

and a hacksaw.

MacKENZIE: How
sure are you he'll show?

WEBB: Well, somebody's
been using that phone

to call a 64-year-old woman

at King Faisal
Hospital in Riyadh

who's waiting for
a heart transplant.

Lots of nice Arab
men call their mothers.

WEBB: I'm still waiting
for a better suggestion.

Well, I say if he
shows up, we grab him.

Harm, you're
working for me tonight.

Do what I say.

Monty, we have a caller.

35... mustache...

Five-foot-eight.

Anything from Sergeant Steele?

Nothing.

If he shows up,
she could freeze.

You understand that?

All she needs to do is drop
her napkin if she sees the guy.

Shouldn't be that hard.

She made a friend.

WEBB: Napkin?

No.

Look, Webb, this is a bad idea.

Let's get her out of there.

Harm, relax.

He might just be
trying to pick her up.

She's going inside.

Door to the left.

What's back there?

Uh, bathroom,
kitchen, storeroom...

She's in the hallway.

She's in the hallway.
Where's her friend?

He's leaving.

What's she doing in the hallway?

I don't know. Waiting
for the restroom?

This doesn't feel right.

I'm going in.

(whispering): What
the hell are you doing?

She's not here.

But this is.

So, do you think she took it off

or somebody took it off for her?

Morning.

Well, here's the mastermind now.

Let's ask him.

We've gone to
Threat Condition Delta

on every target
within 200 miles,

but it's a target-rich
environment.

We have the Naval
facility, three ports,

embassies, military
housing, oil companies,

an American trade
show at the Hilton,

archaeologists from Cornell

excavating in the desert

and the Vice President's
wife is touring a kindergarten.

What are you doing about
Sergeant Steele, Webb?

I've got the cavalry

combing the country,
calling in favors.

I've already compromised
one agent in the local police

because he was looking too hard.

Well, hey, whatever you do,

don't endanger
any of your people.

Harm, I didn't put her out there

because I didn't
like her haircut.

There was a reason.

She wasn't competent, Webb.

You said she was.

RABB: You said your
people wouldn't lose her.

Why do you think
she left her belt?

Either somebody searched
her and figured it out

or she was afraid somebody
was going to search her

and figure it out.

Or, as I believe you suggested,

she really did go
over to the other side.

No!

WEBB: All she had to do

was drop her damn napkin.

We could have followed him.

At least then we'd...

(explosion)

(windows rattling)

(siren wailing)

WEBB: I guess that's it, then.

Thanks.

Thirty kids from
the American school

were at an archaeological
site a mile down the road.

That's where they were headed.

So the bomb went
off prematurely?

Nothing else around here

except the bombers and the van.

They'll probably find
pieces of it in Abu Dhabi.

Do we know yet
who was in the van?

A Bahraini policeman
saw them down the road.

He said two Arab men and a...

a Western woman appeared
to be engaged in a struggle.

She set it off.

Looks like it.

She knew where they were headed

and she set off the bomb.

They used her...

and we used her.

(thunder rumbles in distance)

(doorbell rings)

What are you going to tell them?

The truth.

Their daughter died a hero.