JAG

I just hope it isn't botulism.

Get those people over to the VA hospital now.

In town? Some of them are prisoners.

They're trustees.

Now, if you're finished questioning me,

they need care and this infirmary is maxed.

Yes, ma'am. On my way now.

Hey, hey. I'll take him. He's a buddy of mine.

It's all right. Hey, Skeeter, are you okay?

Oh, I know you're not okay. Let's get you out of here.

- I'm dying here. - I got another one down here.

Something wrong, Bones?

Not anymore.

Corpsman?

- Corpsman. - Watch him.

- I got you. - Escape.

- I've got you. - Escape.

- Escape. Escape, prisoner. - Okay, you're going.

Following in his father's footsteps as a Naval aviator,

Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb Jr.

Suffered a crash while landing his Tomcat

on a storm-tossed carrier at sea.

Diagnosed with night blindness,

Harm transferred to the Navy's Judge Advocate General Corps,

which investigates, defends and prosecutes the law of the sea.

There, with fellow JAG lawyer Major Sarah MacKenzie,

he now fights in and out of the courtroom

with the same daring and tenacity that made him a top gun in the air.

- Leave it to the Marines. - Most people do.

First on the beach and first to break out of Groton Brig.

No one's ever broken out of Groton.

You're not kidding.

My God. This Magida must be one resourceful Marine.

When you're done Semper Fi-ing,

can you point me in the direction of the Billings file?

The admiral's got a bug up his six about the appeal.

I think it's over there.

Pretrial agreement, the military judge must ensure

that the entire agreement complies with...? With?

Big test tonight.

Here's the brief you wanted, ma'am.

Thanks, Bud.

R.C.M. 910-F-4.

Ma'am?

The military judge must ensure that the entire agreement

complies with R.C.M. 910-F-4.

That's it. R.C.M. 910-F-4.

I mean, yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am.

R.C.M. 910-F-4.

You think he'll pass?

Pretrial agreement,

the military judge must make sure the entire agreement complies with...

- By your leave, sir. - R.C.M. 910-F-4.

How do you find anything in here? It's like a free-fire zone.

I know exactly where everything is

except the Billings file. Yeah, I don't believe this.

Only one guy escapes from Groton Brig in a hundred years

and they don't tell us how.

He created a medical emergency. Spiked the water supply

with a home-grown bacteria that mimicked botulism.

It overwhelmed the prison infirmary and he escaped in the confusion.

Could you be a little more specific with your directions, Mac?

Try over there.

How did he know how to grow the culture?

Biology correspondence courses.

He knew the emergency-response plan

evacuated trustees to the local VA hospital.

So he pretended he was sick, punched out a corpsman in the ER

and walked out in the guy's clothes.

Clever boy.

He's a spy. Twenty years for espionage.

Yeah, he handed classified information

to an Israeli Mossad agent in Tel Aviv.

Billings, Arthur.

Be sure to put it back where you got it.

Corporal Fletcher from the provost marshal's office

with documents for Admiral Chegwidden.

No one said you were coming.

Oh, that figures.

It's been like a zoo in the office all day.

Fine by me.

- Sir, a courier from the PMO is here. - Send him in.

Ask Commander Rabb if he intends to talk to me

about the Billings appeal before taps.

Yes, sir. You're on, corporal.

Commander Rabb?

Sir, Corporal Magida reporting as ordered, sir.

At ease, corporal. This is an office, not a parade deck.

Unlock your briefcase. Hand me the documents.

I'll sign the release and you can go.

- Something wrong, corporal? - You don't remember me, do you, sir?

No, I don't, corporal.

Why don't you refresh my memory?

"Corporal Magida, this court martial finds you

guilty of the charge of espionage.

You are sentenced to forfeit all pay and allowances.

To be reduced to the rank of private, to be confined for 20 years,

"and to be dishonourably discharged from the United States Marine Corps."

You remember now, sir?

I remember.

All I ever wanted was to be a Marine, sir.

That's all I cared about from the time I could say Semper Fi.

You're going back into custody, private.

Put down the phone, sir.

Put down that weapon, private.

Sir. Corporal, sir.

I am a corporal. My stripes were taken illegally, sir.

That was an order, private.

With all due respect, I'm giving you the orders, sir.

Put down that phone.

Tiner, did the admiral really say he wanted to see me

before taps or were you embellishing?

Yeomen don't embellish, sir.

Admiral, Commander Rabb is here to see you

about the Billings appeal.

I don't think anyone else should come in here, sir.

Tell Commander Rabb today's meeting

was about Clawson, not Billings.

I'll see him when he brings in the Clawson file.

Clawson?

I guess he changed his mind, sir.

Admiral's privilege.

All right, private, what the hell is this about?

You set me up, sir.

- Set you up? - Yes, sir.

I want a statement in writing that you and the government

sent an innocent Marine to Groton Brig.

You were charged, prosecuted and convicted on evidence, private.

Corporal.

I had to buy these chevrons in a surplus store, sir.

But they should have never been taken away.

I will not address you by improper rank, private,

nor am I gonna admit to something I didn't do.

Then we have a problem, sir.

How? Think, Marine, you are out of options.

I'm not gonna give you a statement. You've got nothing.

I have a two-star admiral, sir.

That's gotta be worth something.

Mac, do you got a Clawson case file?

I never heard of it.

Clawson? Sounds familiar, but I can't quite place it. Why?

The admiral wants to discuss it.

- I thought he wanted to see Billings. - He did.

Well, there's no Clawson case pending appeal.

That's because it's in Saint Louis, ma'am.

- How do you know? - It's in my study guide, sir.

Clawsons, Robert. CGM case number 620.

The first time that post-traumatic stress was used as a defence.

Defence for what?

Some Korean POW took his CO hostage.

Get everyone out of Ops.

- Did I miss something? - The admiral's being held hostage.

- What? - Yeah.

Calls me in to talk about Billings and changes his mind.

Wanted to discuss a case about a CO taken hostage 40 years ago.

- Forty-five, sir. - Whatever.

Get them out of there.

This is Commander Rabb. Get security to Ops, ASAP.

- What now? - Now you write the statement, sir.

I'm not gonna be party to a lie, private.

I want my transcript from the court martial, sir.

We're gonna go over it, word for word

until we find out exactly why I've spent the last eight years

in Groton Brig for something that I did not do, sir.

Your records are in Saint Louis.

If you can get Clawson's and Billings', you can get mine.

Wait a minute.

You told your yeoman you wanted to talk to Commander Rabb

about a Billings appeal.

But then you told the commander you wanted to talk about...

the Clawson case.

What is the Clawson case about, sir?

Private Clawson took his CO hostage.

You set me up again, didn't you, sir?

Come on, Let's go. Forget it. Just go.

Go, go, go. Come on.

Are you sure about this, ma'am?

No, but Commander Rabb is.

Security is on its way. The game is over, private.

You don't know that.

You only hope Commander Rabb is smart enough

to figure out what "Clawson" means.

The commander will figure it out. He's the best there is.

Now, give me your weapon.

You ever killed a human being, private?

No, sir. But I've had eight years to get ready, sir.

Send for my files, now, sir. If you please.

Okay, everybody's out.

Commander Rabb's waiting in the elevator for security.

- Right. - Tiner.

Get Tiner back here.

Petty Officer Tiner?

Where'd he go?

Probably evacuated by your fellow Marines and security,

who by now, I imagine, are right outside that door, private.

Corporal, sir.

- Corporal Magida. - Not in my Navy.

Anything?

The admiral called for Yeoman Tiner twice. Then nothing.

Tiner, when was the last time you...?