( gasps )
( crying )
This one thought your equipment locker was a drugstore.
Doxycycline.
Who are you?
I think I can answer that one.
Petty Officer Allison La Porte.
Navy Corpsman.
Mia since February 20,
1991.
I never liked that photo.
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CHEGWIDDEN: Lieutenant, how's your memory of the Gulf War?
Foggy, sir, uh, given all that's happened
in the region since.
You recall a missing Petty Officer
by the name of, uh, Allison La Porte?
No, sir.
Fell out of a medevac helo over Southern Iraq.
Was 22 at the time.
A hot LZ, couldn't find her until yesterday,
when she was caught attempting to steal antibiotics
from a Corpsman in the village of, uh, Al-Muntassir.
That's remarkable, sir.
Did she explain how she was able to survive
for 12 years? As aedouin.
Joined the nomadic tribe and married its sheik.
Willingly, sir?
We, that's for you to find out.
I'm authorizing a JAGMAN investigation
to Camp Babylon in Southern Iraq.
You're sending me, sir?
You got a problem with that?
Uh, no, sir, I...
It's just that I'm just used to senior staff
riding point on international investigations, sir.
Have-have you noticed much senior staff
in your recent travels around the office, Lieutenant?
Commander Turner, sir...
And isn't Colonel MacKenzie expected back?
Turner's plate's full.
Mac needs time to catch up.
What's Commander Rabb's status, sir?
Are you up for this, Lieutenant?
Yes, sir. What the hell's
the problem?
No problem, sir. Good
( sighs ): 'cause I'm giving you one.
Petty Officer La Porte's father
is Rear Admiral Richard La Porte,
Deputy Director of Naval Intelligence.
Thanks.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
Would have been nicer if you'd met us at the airport, but...
( laughing ) Hey, sir, ma'am!
Welcome back.
Harriet: What happened down there, sir... the rumors were intense.
Oh, it's classified, Lieutenant...
At least until we show up the movie rights.
So, what's the occasion?
It is Tiner's last day.
He's checking out.
Say it isn't so, Tiner.
I was accepted at Officer Candidate School, sir.
Oh, will you be coming back?
Naval Justice School directly after, ma'am.
We'll miss you, Tiner.
Thank you, ma'am. Mm.
Well, congratulations. Thank you, Commander.
Who's your replacement?
I am, sir. The admiral's appointed Coates
his new admin assistant, sir.
How long have we been gone, anyway?
You know, the Earth doesn't stop spinning
just because you've left the room.
That's not what he tells me.
Good to see you back.
MacKENZIE: Likewise, Lieutenant.
Uh, although now I'm leaving.
You are?
The admiral has assigned me unassisted
on a JAGMAN investigation
in Iraq. HARM: Good for you, Bud.
MacKENZIE: Yeah, way to go, Bud.
Good luck, Lieutenant.
So, Commander...
What's the deal with your military status?
Well, that'll be up to the admiral to decide.
( knocking )
Enter.
Mac, you all right?
Yes, Sir.
Good. Glad to have you back.
Permission to return to my duties?
Granted.
May I be granted the same, sir?
Rabb, you, uh, you resigned your commission.
Well, I submitted the paperwork...
And I shot it up
through the chain of command to the CNP the next morning.
You've been a, um, civilian for the last...
72 hours.
What, you thought I was going to sit on it?
That's what you did when I left, sir.
Admiral...
I'm not your Admiral; I'm your former Commanding Officer.
Sir, he saved my life.
Well, put him on your payroll.
Mac...
I am glad to see you,
but I am equally fed up
with this man's lack of dependability.
You know, Rabb...
You're not a team player.
You never consider the big picture,
and you are completely...
Controlled by your emotions.
Can't argue with that, sir.
Good.
So you need to go find something
that allows you that independence.
Drive a cab, wrestle alligators.
Hell, I don't know.
He's been like this for years, Admiral.
Why now? Because the admiral
has finally accepted the fact that I'm unchangeable, Mac...
As you have.
I have, uh... a few things left to gather, sir.
I'll be out within the hour.
That'll be all, Colonel.
Yes, sir.
Excuse me, Admiral.
I'm all checked out, sir, so I was hoping,
if it's all right with you... ! No, no, no, no, Tiner.
You're not securing early.
Yes, Sir.
You're going to have a seat.
Sit...
Yes, sir.
And I'm going to talk to you
about your future in the Navy,
and tell you why you're going to make a damn better lawyer
than a yeoman.
Yes, sir.
Hey, Tiner.
Sir?
For when you make Commander.
Hope it'll bring you a little better luck
than it brought me, huh?
MAN: Halt!
Proceed.
Settled in, Coates?
Just about, sir.
Well, don't feel you have to stay around for me.
Leave when you want.
I should probably eat something, sir...
By all means.
Although, sir, I haven't been all that hungry
since Commander Rabb announced he won't be returning to JAG.
The Commander's the one most responsible
for turning me around, sir.
I'm sure you had good reasons for your actions, sir,
but I'm wondering if it wasn't counterproductive,
given what he's contributed to this office.
Unsolicited opinions are not part
of the job description, Petty Officer...
Understood, sir.
I will from this point on phrase my support
for the Commander in question form only.
And neither is insubordination.
Yes, sir. I apologize.
Good night, sir.
Good night, Tiner.
I'm not Tiner, sir.
No, you're not.
Half the tribe contracted leptospirosis
from drinking contaminated water.
As a former Corpsman, I knew how to help them.
I don't understand.
Why didn't you ask for assistance
instead of trying to steal the meds?
Distrust.
We reject the modern world.
It's never served us.
Since the black days
some Bedouins have taken to living close to the cities.
They even rent trucks to transport their animals.
Not our tribe.
Our roots go back too far.
Yeah, and what are the black days?
Ten years ago, Saddam began a wave of oppression
against the Bedouin.
First, he banned us from wandering into Kuwait,
which cut us off from our relatives.
Then he conscripted our teenage sons into the army...
And those who deserted were caught and executed.
The worst, though, was when he diverted the rivers
to keep water from resistance forces in the South.
Water is our source of life.
So, how did you come to live with the tribe?
I had been stuck in a ravine for three days,
watching the rescue helos pass overhead.
The Al-Hadi tribe found me,
pulled me out, brought me back to their camp.
Now, I knew my pelvis was fractured,
but I did not speak Arabic,
so I could not tell them what was wrong.
It took me months to heal.
During that time, the son of the tribe's sheik
took an interest in me.
I liked his name... Jamal Bin Fahad.
We communicated solely by playing shesh-besh...
backgammon...
which he had never done with a woman before.
It's a good way to learn about someone.
By the end of that year, I had fallen in love with him.
I embraced the Muslim faith and took the name "Hiba,"
which means gift.
We married...
but were never able to have children...
probably because of my injury.
Two years ago, my husband's father
passed the leadership of the tribe on to him.
I am now a sheik's wife.
So... you see yourself as a Bedouin?
Correct.
Can I assume that's why
you're not using military courtesy
in my presence?
Do you feel disrespected, Lieutenant?
Let's move on.
Why did you choose to stay with them?
Because they are good-hearted, nonjudgmental people.
Well... but you didn't try,
at any point, to contact Coalition Forces
to let them know
that you were alive?
No. The sanctions began soon after.
I never saw another Western face
until the invasion in April.
What, you didn't wander into any villages
or cities in your travels
where you could've sent a letter
explaining to your family?
My family lives in Iraq.
ADMIRAL LA PORTE: I'm an analyst by nature,
used to sorting out complex events,
but A.J., this one's got me spinning.
I was in Planning and Operations when she disappeared,
made three trips to Kuwait,
marshaled whatever resources were at my disposal.
We, uh... we just couldn't find her.
Does she have an issue with me?
To be honest, sir,
your name didn't come up.
I asked you here because the convening authority
has reached a decision based on Lieutenant's findings.
He's authorized an Article 32, sir.
The charge is Desertion.
We're transporting her here
to Washington, and I've assigned the lieutenant to prosecute.
Well, I appreciate the briefing, Admiral.
Well, I promise you this:
I'll do everything I can to ensure a fair process.
As far as I'm concerned, you can lock her up right now.
( knocking )
Hi.
Ah, you didn't tell me
you were bringing him with you.
Just pretend that I'm not here.
I'll play with the bed.
Gee, I wonder if he folds.
Not when being tortured.
Did I ever thank you or that?
Not in the way I prefer.
So we, uh...
Spoke to your neurologist.
He says you have nerve damage.
Yes, so they tell me.
Did he also tell you it would go away in time?
In time for what?
Will you stop asking them to release you.
They need to see
some improvement in your motor skills first.
So have you reported back yet?
Already been assigned the defense in a desertion case.
Rabb's?
Funny.
Petty Officer, Mia since the Gulf War.
Right. Allison La Porte.
So what about you?
Did you have to beg your way back in,
or did the Admiral just pin another medal
to your chest?
I'm out.
Wow.
Um, so...
Do you need anything?
Um...
Yeah...
( bed folding )
( whispering ): What I need...
Well, the good news
at least in terms of the charge
is that the UCMJ is on our side.
"The accused's intent to remain away permanently,
"not the time spent UA,
"is the key factor in determining
whether a service member is guilty of an Article 85."
If hearing goes to court-martial,
and you're convicted,
the length of your absence may be a determining factor
in the extent of your penalty.
You lost me at UCMJ.
I'm sorry, Petty Officer.
It's been 12 years for you, hasn't it?
Do you recall any of your military training?
Very little.
And I would prefer that you address me as Hiba Al-Hadi.
At the time you fell out of that helo,
you were 19 months into a four-year enlistment.
According to military criminal law,
you are still under the Navy's jurisdiction,
which means Petty Officer La Porte
is your official designation. Fine.
If it can make this process go faster. As your attorney,
I would advise against allying too closely with the tribe.
But they're my people.
The point we have to make is that they became your people
as a consequence of survival,
and that you had no other choice.
What happens if we succeed?
I can make an argument for discharge.
All right.
To that end, I expect you
to treat officers with full military courtesy.
You can exclude me.
And if I don't?
You will lose.
As you were.
My God, your skin.
Your hair.
Why did you want me to think that you were dead?
Ask a better question.
I don't understand you. What do you mean?
You are assuming something
that's untrue. Are you making this
my problem? Admiral,
Lieutenant Colonel MacKenzie, I'll be representing
Petty Officer LaPorte during her Article 32.
MacKenzie.
Are her actions defensible?
Sir, could I ask you to step outside?
Please...
Sir, there's a better time for this.
Colonel...
What do you know about my daughter's character?
We've only been talking for ten minutes, sir.
She is naive.
In spite of an Ivy League education,
she still believes that love
is an antidote to world conflict.
I was hoping that the Navy would wise her up,
but I couldn't convince her to become an officer.
She wanted to be closer
to "the little guy."
I'm sorry, sir. Your point?
This is all a reaction to my wife's leaving
when Allison was three years old.
She considers herself a nurturer.
She goes wherever she thinks she's needed.
An indigent,
nomadic tribe would be a draw for her.
Admiral, are you arguing your daughter's guilt?
I'm offering you some insight, Colonel.
Do you plan on providing this insight
to the prosecution, sir?
Already have.
Am I to assume that you have no interest in her welfare?
Colonel, you are to assume
that I have an interest
in her bearing responsibility for her actions.
Commander Ferrante, what was your assignment
during the Gulf War?
I was the flight surgeon
for Marine Medium Helicopter Squadron 169.
We were stationed at Prince Sultan Air Base in Saudi Arabia.
And did Petty Officer La Porte
serve in that squadron, ma'am?
She was assigned to our search-and-rescue crew.
Was there anything about
Petty Officer's La Porte's professional behavior
that gave you cause for concern?
Petty Officer La Porte, with the help
of the base chaplain, began treating Arabs in Riyadh
while on liberty.
Was there anything wrong with that, ma'am?
When the conflict began,
we found ourselves short on supplies.
So Petty Officer La Porte was aiding the Arab community
at the expense of her Unit members.
Objection. Leading and calls for a conclusion.
Can the witness verify the connection
between these two events?
Not for sure, Your Honor,
but the Petty Officer was reducing the inventory.
Did the Petty Officer explain why she was doing so, ma'am?
She claimed to have an affinity
for Arab peoples and felt compelled to help them.
Thank you. Nothing further.
Commander, three questions.
Given that you were suspicious of misappropriation,
did you take action to stop it?
No, although I might have if the war had lasted longer.
Did you oppose the idea of aiding the Arab community?
Not on general terms, no.
Was that because we were in the region
precisely because of our concern
for the welfare of Arab peoples?
That was the stated agenda. Yes.
Thank you.
Commander Ralston,
were you, as a Navy psychiatrist,
asked to evaluate Petty Officer La Porte?
Yes.
Was she cooperative, sir?
She revealed what had happened to her,
was forthcoming about her past, yes.
Could you please tell us what she related to you, sir?
She indicated a lonely childhood, a sense
of abandonment, and a resulting need
to help others.
Is that why she joined the Navy, sir?
No, she joined at the insistence of her father.
Was she happy, sir?
Only when attending to the needs
of the local populace.
Otherwise, she regretted the decision.
Thank you. That will be all.
Commander, did Petty Officer La Porte tell you
she was planning on leaving the Navy
prior to her disappearance?
She did not.
Did she explain how the Al-Hadi Bedouins treated her?
She said they attended to her needs, made her a part
of their world.
Would you disagree with the notion
that she came to live with them
more as a process of social evolution
rather than an attempt to shirk
her service obligations?
No, but her priorities did shift.
Yeah, but wouldn't that be considered healthy,
given that she no longer had access
to the Western world
and needed, for reasons of survival,
to accept her circumstances?
Yes.
Yes, I believe that's accurate.
No more questions.
I've been welcomed back to my old post
at headquarters.
They even dusted off my desk.
Are they going to let you mount the heads
of the men you killed over it?
I don't exactly remember you sporting a carnation
from the muzzle of your weapon,
and would it be too much to ask
for an unsullied reaction to my good news?
I'm proud of you for doing so well by the Agency.
But it only serves to remind me who you are.
As if that changes anything.
It does now that we're closer.
What if I just don't talk about it?
You don't talk about it. You're a spook.
All right. What if I promise
never to lie to you?
Now how would I know that you're not lying?
Trust?
Back to my original point.
You need an example. You got one?
I do.
I kept this from you on your previous visit,
but Allison La Porte's Bedouin tribe
has been gathering tactical information
on the Allied presence in Iraq
since last April.
They were spying for Saddam?
Part of the Intel on Sadik.
Prove it.
Classified. Convenient.
But I was the original classifying authority,
and I have the right to declassify it
if I so choose.
Consider it done.
I'll arrange to have a copy of e file
delivered to your office.
I appreciate this, Clay.
You may retract that
when I tell you who else has access to this information.
The Deputy Director of Naval Intelligence...
Your client's father.
MacKENZIE: I believe I know why
you supported the charge of desertion, Admiral.
I assumed you were forsaking your daughter,
but I now think that you were actually
trying to keep her around.
An acquittal would likely mean
she would be allowed to return to Iraq.
A conviction would mean confinement to Charleston.
She would be close enough to visit
and you could work on winning her back.
Call it the irrational behavior of a, uh, concerned father.
Actually, sir, I prefer to call it a very rational attempt
to save your daughter from the death penalty.
Admiral, do you have access to reports
that your daughter's Bedouin tribe
was recently spying for Saddam?
What's the source of your information, Colonel?
Don't you even pretend to do
a national security dance with me.
The information's been declassified, sir,
but I promise you it will go no further than this room.
You bet it won't.
Otherwise, you can kiss your marine-green ass good-bye.
Threats will do very little to help your daughter, sir.
I assume from your death penalty comment
you realize that linking her to this "activity"
could result in a charge of treason.
That's why we're talking.
She is not involved.
I need confirmation, Admiral.
I told you, it's not in her nature.
She's apolitical.
She's driven solely by altruism,
by humanitarian concerns.
Your asking me to trust your intuition?
Trust her history, Colonel.
When she was a teenager, she brought home strays.
She volunteered for homeless organizations.
She worked in the ghetto for seven months,
mugged twice, almost raped.
She is completely guileless.
You're saying your daughter
wasn't aware of her tribe's activities?
I don't believe she knew anything about them.
Well, how do I prove that?
And why would you have to prove it?
You're not obligated to reveal any of this
to the prosecution.
I am aware of that, sir.
Then what's the problem?
I won't know until I speak with your daughter.
TURNER: You wanted to see me, Admiral?
How are you handling your caseload?
It's a bit of a juggling act, but I'm on top of it, sir.
I would like to see progress reports.
Have them on my desk by Friday.
You consider that necessary, sir?
Yes.
Well, I'm just surprised.
This is the first time you've ever asked me
to account for my efforts in this way.
Well, don't take it personally.
I'm just getting more involved.
Would the ineffective counsel appeal
have anything to do with your involvement, sir?
Well, I've received some calls.
I see.
Just a few brush fires.
I'll take care of it.
Yes, sir.
And I'd like for you to take Commander Rabb's office.
Well, I'm happy where I am, sir.
Commander, you're in a former storage closet.
Well, considering that Harm is one of my closest friends...
Commander, take the damn office!
Yes, sir.
Dismissed!
Aye, aye, sir.
And put up pictures!
Lots of them!
Commander, uh, I have been avoiding this
because I've truly felt bad about this,
but I am so very sorry about the appeal argument.
You deserved better from me.
Yes, I did, Lieutenant.
I have great respect for you as an attorney,
and I hope that we can get through this, sir.
Time heals all, Bud.
Well, I believe that to be true, sir.
So, please stop following me
and allow me the time to work it out.
Sorry.
PETTY OFFICER LA PORTE: No, this is not true.
Saddam's government caused us nothing but misery.
Why would we help them?
As a way of getting them to back off?
It wouldn't have worked. They were too treacherous.
CIA reports have your husband and others
in negotiations with top-ranking officials.
Yes, they were complaining about the scarcity of water
in the Southern regions.
It-/////! s a big problem for us.
We had to sell off two thirds of our herd.
Sounds like a point of negotiation.
They refused to listen.
Afterwards, your tribe's movements
coincided with that of US troops.
We were following the water.
That's not how it looked to intelligence officers.
Would these be the same intelligence officers
who told the Air Force where to bomb Saddam?
I'll grant you the point,
but in order to effectively defend you,
I have to feel comfortable with your story.
Why don't you?
Evidence would help.
You are looking at the evidence.
My tribe never spied for Saddam.
On my word.
Excuse me, Colonel?
Bud says you have motions and witness lists for him?
Follow me. I have a personal question. Yes, ma'am.
What's with Bud's teeth?
Oh, it's braces, ma'am.
His bite was thrown off when his jaw was broken.
He's been avoiding it for years.
Finally, I just put my foot down with him.
Well, how long does he have to wear them? About a year.
Well, he seems to be handling it well.
He's good at that sort of thing, ma'am.
Thank you.
Bud.
Hey, honey. Hi.
From the Defense. Ah, for you.
Well, thank you. Thank you.
( knocking )
Yeah?
Thank you for the material, ma'am.
Oh, you're welcome.
I am curious, though.
Why are you allowing me to see these intelligence reports?
I gave you those?
They were at the bottom of the pile, ma'am.
I-I must have picked them all up together.
D-Did you read them?
Yes.
You're not supposed to.
I understand, Colonel,
but these directly impact the case.
Are you going to use it?
If you were in my position, what would you do, ma'am?
( guitar playing bluesy tune )
( guitar continues playing )
( guitar stops )
( playing resumes )
( guitar continues playing )
( knocking )
It's open! ( guitar stops )
Hey.
Don't you usually work late?
Don't you?
( sighs ): Well, you better talk to the Admiral about that.
No, that's suicide.
He's heavy on your case, brother.
Yeah, for rescuing Mac?
For resigning your commission.
Well, I had to. He wouldn't let me go any other way.
I think he took it as a slap in the face.
He was offended that your respect for his authority
had a ceiling.
It's a new day at JAG, Harm.
He's bolting his cannons to the deck.
Well, he tossed this one overboard.
It puts Bud next in line for senior responsibilities.
Oh.
At least somebody benefited from my misfortune.
He's not ready.
You can't be objective, Sturgis.
You're still angry he smudged your reputation.
It's just proof that he's not ready.
He had a confidence problem.
He's okay now.
I'd like to consider myself a forgiving Christian,
but I'm having problems with this one.
Well, if it's any consolation,
I forgive you for having a job I still want.
( phone rings )
( clears throat )
( playing simple chords )
( phone rings )
Hello?
You're talking to him.
No, Friday morning's a little...
All right, I-I'll be there.
A job offer?
CIA.
Deputy Director wants to see me.
What did you do?
You have something to put on the record, Lieutenant?
Yes, Your Honor.
Based on new evidence,
the convening authority has added
to the charge of Desertion, Article 104, Aiding the Enemy.
Is the defense ready to proceed based on the additional charge?
No, Your Honor.
We need time to prepare
and request a reasonable continuance.
JUDGE: The Government's position?
Roberts: No objection, Your Honor.
48 hours, Colonel.
This is a deliberate
and malicious leak of information.
Well, why would the Colonel do that?
It's prejudicial against your own client.
Because she believes Allison is guilty of the charge.
Are you suggesting
that she was aiding the prosecution on purpose?
Well, not to put too fine a point on it, Admiral,
yes, exactly what I'm saying, yes.
It was a mistake, Admiral.
The material was accidentally included
in a pile of motions and witness lists.
Oh, well, that really calms the waters,
doesn't it, Colonel?
Instead of being motivated
by the courage of your convictions, you were
just being sloppy and stupid.
( exhaling loudly )
Do you know what really frosts me, is the fact that
she even had access to that information.
The Colonel had a source.
Admiral, is it your
unwavering intention to defend this incompetent
officer? Admiral, is it yours
to storm around and yell?
Because I can damn sure think of better ways
to spend this time.
( huffs )
Look,
the charge, in my opinion, is a stretch.
The Government has to prove, one...
That your daughter's tribesmen were gathering intelligence
for Saddam's regime.
And two... not only did she know about it,
but she was aiding them.
And the Hearing Officer will assume...
Nothing.
The burden of proof is on the Government's shoulders.
Well, they've asked me to share that burden, Admiral.
When Lieutenant Roberts visited me, apologized,
I said, "What did you apologize for?"
He informed me it was his intention
to call me in to testify...
Against my own daughter.
( MacKenzie exhales, door slams )
It was a mistake, sir.
Oh, you're damn right it was.
A total...
Sir, I realize that you are required
to initiate a preliminary inquiry...
What the hell is going on around here?
Sir?
Rabb dives off the deep end; You do something
completely out of character;
Turner sleepwalks through a defense.
Is it me? Have I lost my grip on this office?
No, sir. We all respect your leadership.
I'm not buying it. Dismissed.
Aye, aye, sir.
You know, Colonel...
Sometimes our mistakes reflect the true nature
of our feelings.
Roberts: Admiral, is it correct
that as Deputy Director of Naval Intelligence,
you were fully briefed in April of this year,
on the Al-Hadi Bedouins and the nature
of their activities?
Yes.
Would you please specify for the Court?
They were spying on a US military unit
deployed in the field.
And how was this conclusion reached, sir?
Meetings between tribal representatives
and the Al-Amn Al-Khas
the Special Security Service,
had been occurring since before the invasion.
However, because our surveillance was
from a nearby rooftop, positive identification
of these tribesmen was not possible.
Sir, please confine your answers to the questions asked.
Sure, Lieutenant.
Ask me another one.
Roberts: How were you able to connect these meetings to intelligence
activities, Admiral?
Once the invasion began, the Al-Hadi located
and followed the unit in question.
Were they charting their movements, sir?
They were also listening in.
Over secured channels, sir?
That is correct.
At the time, they were in possession
of sophisticated, Syrian-made electronics.
And your daughter was a member
of the tribe at this time, was she not, sir?
Yes, she was.
Given that they had this equipment,
do you believe it possible for her not to know
what it was being used for, sir?
Objection. Calls for a conclusion.
Sustained. I'll rephrase, Your Honor.
Admiral, once you found out
that your daughter was a member of the tribe,
weren't you at least suspicious that she might be involved?
No.
Not even remotely?
Not even remotely.
Allison is not interested in such activities.
You haven't seen your daughter for 12 years, sir.
Objection. Argumentative.
Sustained.
Move on, Lieutenant.
Admiral,
what language were these transmissions received in?
I'm sorry?
US military personnel communicate in English,
do they not, sir?
Of course.
And isn't true, sir,
that your daughter was the only member of her tribe
that spoke English?
That is my understanding.
So other than your daughter, sir,
who else could have been listening in?
Objection.
The Admiral is qualified
to answer the question, Colonel.
Overruled.
It never occurred to me.
Roberts: I find that odd, Admiral,
given your position as an Intelligence Analyst.
Yeah.
I can understand your confusion, Lieutenant.
I'm embarrassed to admit it.
It never occurred to me.
Please.
( sighs )
So how many people did you kill in Paraguay?
I couldn't say, sir.
From what I hear, it was quite a few.
In fact,
you and Colonel Mackenzie seemed to have left
with something of a reputation,
not unlike that of the Lone Ranger and Tonto,
only taller.
I don't kill indiscriminately, Mr. Kershaw.
Oh, good,
because that's what I've come to expect from most citizens.
Sir, when I came to you and told you I'd left the Navy,
you directed me to Edward Hardy.
I assumed that meant it was okay to go after Colonel MacKenzie.
Yes, I didn't say it was okay to steal farmers' planes.
I didn't tell you to give up your passport
and force us to sneak you out of there.
Sir, if you feel I operated outside of the boundaries...
No, Rabb.
I feel you operated with no sense of the boundaries.
I'll admit there may have been a little improvisation.
Robin Williams can admit improvisation.
You were playing cowboy.
However, what's done is done.
( sighs )
Now, let's see what I plan to do about it.
Come work for us.
What?
You need some training.
I want you to get some self-discipline.
But I think that in time,
you could make an outstanding CIA officer.
What, suddenly you trust me?
I know what I need to know.
Sir, you know me as unpredictable
and uncontrollable.
What makes you think I can pull this off?
I mean, don't you put your agents
through some kind of character testing?
I've already done that.
Come in, Catherine.
Say hello to your sponsor.
ADMIRAL LA PORTE: Why did you do this?
We needed the water.
Our lives as Bedouin would have been over
if we hadn't made the deal.
We would have been forced to settle near the cities
and give up what identified us.
What was the deal?
In exchange for information,
they agreed to reopen a closed tributary,
replenishing a portion of former marshland
in the southeast.
Were you compelled by anyone in your tribe to comply?
( sighs )
I was the one who brokered it, Colonel.
I apologize for the lie, but not for the intent.
So, you operated the electronics?
Yes.
Did Saddam supply the water?
( sighs )
He did.
The irony is, it was dammed up for so long
that it had become brackish
and contaminated with animal matter.
It is what made us sick,
and the reason I tried to steal those antibiotics.
When did you learn to be like this?
You think I changed when I started wearing robes?
You were always capable
of betraying your country?
The alternative would have been to betray my family.
The Colonel informs me you've been trying to help.
This tells me you can relate to the instinct.
I completely ruled out your involvement.
It wasn't even a possibility in my mind.
My favorite tribal fable
is about a man
who wakes up every morning in a different place.
Then after years of trying to adjust
to this difficult challenge,
he gives up and dies.
In Heaven, he asks God,
"Why did you curse me with such a fate?"
And God tells him
that in reality,
he had spent his entire life in the same location.
That all Allah did
was create the wind
that moved the sand from one place to another.
I'm no different than I've always been.
You just never noticed.
If this goes to trial,
and they find you guilty...
( sighs )
you could be executed.
Yes.
Do you miss your husband?
The, uh...
The tribe has been exiled to, uh, Jordan.
I'll, uh...
I'll track him down, and get in touch with him.
Tell him I'm looking out for you.
RABB: Look, your world is too fluid for me.
The role-playing, the secrecy.
I'm used to working
in a morally consistent environment.
Catherine: Harm,
you gave that up to Chase Colonel MacKenzie
around the Chaco Boreal?
I didn't go to Paraguay to shoot people.
I went on a mission.
I did what needed to be done
to achieve my objective.
KERSHAW: Yeah, and that
is a perfect description of an Agent's field duties.
Sir, I appreciate your confidence in me.
I'm going to stick with what I know.
Make the rounds of the law firms,
maybe knock on the public defender's door.
Now, if there were a position open
in your department...
Two attorneys were just laid off.
Maybe you could use him in another capacity?
I don't know what that would be,
but I'm open to suggestion.
You tell us.
What else do you do?
JUDGE BLAKELY: For a time,
I balanced the notion
of the accused's intent to remain away permanently
with that of a forced social circumstance,
but in light of evidence that suggests she had
recently engaged in treasonous activities,
I find no other choice
but to recommend that both the charge
of Desertion and Aiding the Enemy be referred
to general court-martial.
This hearing is adjourned.
( bangs gavel )
WEBB: What would you be flying?
RABB: Anything that takes off.
WEBB: You're really going to be a CIA pilot?
Works for me.
Do I have to talk to you at company picnics?
I don't have to answer to him, do I?
WEBB: It could happen.
RABB: I'm not sure that's worth the medical benefits.
Catherine: No, I think it's great.
The two of you are going to set the Agency on fire.
WEBB: Literally.
Try not to land on the building.
( laughing )
RABB: You're a funny guy, Clay.
WEBB: What can I say, Harm?
Welcome to the brotherhood.
Thanks.
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