JAG s01e08 Episode Script

All clear, sir.
- Give me your keys.
- What's with the search? - New Provost Marshal.
Major Aspinal.
- Come on, Corporal.
Waive me through.
I've got a 24-hour pass and a hot mama waiting on me.
Can't do it.
Give me the keys.
- I don't think so.
- Halt! Out of the car, Quinn! Pat him down.
- Check the trunk.
- Right.
What, are you crazy, man? We could've killed you! - Marines don't shoot that good.
- Tommy, look at this.
He's got a Stinger in his trunk.
What do you have to say about this, First Class? - How'd that get in there? - Let's go.
After finding the Stinger in Petty Officer Quinn's trunk, they pulled an inventory and found another was missing.
Which we can assume he got past the gate before they noticed him.
That's a pretty safe assumption.
- What's the rush? - Rush? Speed limit's 55.
You've been doing 70 since we got off the ferry.
Yeah, after Mach one I never could go back to 55.
You wouldn't be in a hurry to get to the base, would you? - Why would I be in a hurry? - I don't know.
Diligence? Did Quinn steal any other weapons? I hope not.
Seatac's got everything from Poseidons to SADMs.
It's the weapons replenishment centre for our pacific subs.
You don't think we're gonna have to board a sub, do you? If we do, I won't let them submerge.
That would be greatly appreciated, sir.
What's the big rush? Lieutenant Rabb? Lieutenant Austin? You're clear.
There it is.
Where that female officer's waiting.
- Isn't that - I believe it is.
SNM 575 now arriving Dock 3.
SNM 575 now arriving Lieutenant Caitlin Pike at your service, sir! Knock it off, Kate.
How the hell are you? Never better, Harm.
- Hi, Meg.
- Hi, Kate.
Has the Lieutenant been giving you any trouble? Nothing I can't handle.
I got the message you left on my machine.
- The Lieutenant called you? - Didn't you tell her? - It must have slipped my mind.
- It happens a lot.
I had the same problem with him.
I'd love to take you up on the dinner offer, but Major Aspinal got to me first.
Well, how about lunch? He scheduled a working lunch, briefing his staff on the legal pitfalls of search and seizure.
Well, sounds like Major Aspinal has you all tied up.
I can cut you 10 minutes, now.
It'll take me that long to get through the paperwork.
- You sure? - I think I can handle the -77501, sir.
- 401s.
- No, Kate.
I believe it's 501s.
Whatever.
Just get them started before my 10 minutes is up.
- Which way is the officer's mess? - This way.
See you, Meg.
You bet.
Lieutenant Austin for Petty Officer First Class Peter Quinn.
Do you have your -77501s, ma'am? Do you know how many of these I process in a year, ma'am? No.
Too many.
This clears two officers, ma'am.
My partner will be along shortly.
Good.
Because I wouldn't want you going in there alone.
And why is that, Gunnery Sergeant Gentry? You're a female, ma'am.
That doesn't mean I'm incapable of interviewing prisoners by myself.
Now take me to Petty Officer Quinn, and when my partner, Lieutenant Rabb, arrives, escort him to us.
Yes, ma'am.
Sergeant Lowell? Yes, Gunny? What's your location, again? - Hey, sweet thing.
You're beautiful.
- Where you going, darling? In here, Lieutenant.
She likes you, Quinn.
We didn't get no woman officer defending us.
You're too pretty for a female lawyer, Jessie.
- And Davis is too horny.
- What's that make you? I'm between pretty and horny.
I guess that makes me pretty horny.
Knock it off, maggots! Admiral Brovo's last act before going into exile was to transfer me to CINCPAC.
I figured Hawaii, here I come! But the plane stopped in Seattle.
So I stowed the bikini and bought mittens.
- I'd love to see you in them.
- My mittens? Just your mittens.
- I miss you, Harm.
- I miss you, too, Kate.
I would have called, but I thought you were in Bahrain with Admiral Brovo.
And why didn't you call? I was going to, but I don't know, I was busy transferring out here and I knew they teamed you with Meg.
Yeah, but we could have You know.
No.
Draw me a picture.
I'll leave him cuffed, ma'am.
If he gives you any trouble, just hit the panic button on the table here.
Have a seat.
Your record isn't exactly one to be proud of.
I like it.
Assault.
Disorderly conducts.
Two captain's masts.
I don't see how you made Petty Officer.
In fact, Quinn, I don't see how you stayed in the Navy this long.
Well, they need me.
When it comes to weapons, nobody knows them better than Quinn.
Nobody.
So why aren't you handling this Quinn defence? Believe me, I wanted to.
But Major Aspinal's taken over the Provost Marshal's office here, and he's one by-the-book marine.
- Nothing wrong with that.
- Listen to you! You threw away the book when you were 16.
Not true.
I just read a different book.
Anyway He doesn't want me on any cases until I've brought everyone up-to-date on the uniformed code of military justice.
So, how are you and Meg getting along? She has this thing about trying to prove she's as good as any male officer.
Don't we all.
Does she have a boyfriend who's a spook? Are you jealous? Our relationship is strictly professional.
So was ours.
Davis? - Yeah? - Are we gonna wait? No, let's go! Gunny! There's something wrong with Davis, man! He's really sick! Get in here! Hey! Get back here! There's something wrong with Davis! Gunny! Gunny! Hey, Gunny! Gunny! Get in here! Rodriguez, go see what that whiner wants.
Okay, Gunny.
There's something wrong with Davis, man! He's really sick! - Get in here! - Now what is it now, Jessie? I think he's dying.
Yeah, right.
- What a mess.
- I'm telling you, man.
I think he's dying.
He's not dying.
He's just sick.
- Water! - Hey, Gunny, this looks pretty serious.
Can't you guys handle anything without me? I got it, Gunny.
What were you gonna do with that Stinger? What Stinger? - The one in the trunk of your car.
- There was a Stinger in my car? - Listen, Quinn - No, you listen, Lieutenant! I'm not gonna tell you a damn thing.
Now, you came.
You saw me.
You did your job.
Now go back to JAG and tell them I don't want nobody defending me.
- Sit down.
- Go, Lieutenant.
Davis is sick.
Threw up all over the place.
Open his door.
Yo, Davis, you all right? You all right? Lieutenant, if you don't want to get yourself killed, you sit down and you stay down.
What's going on here, Gunnery Sergeant? I believe it's called a brig break, ma'am.
Hey, can we take her with us? - I don't know.
- Get these damn things off me.
You'll never get away with this.
You and me, we're gonna get to know each other real good before this is over, ma'am.
Let's move.
It's still duty first with you.
Right? Right.
Brig break! Call security! Harm! Halt! Stop! - Stop it.
- I'm just getting started, Della.
- He calls every girl he does, Della.
- That's right, Della.
You're not gonna stop? I always stop for fellow travellers in distress.
They're only minutes behind us.
Do yourself a favour, Quinn.
Start thinking of me as your CO.
When I say jump, you say, "How high, sir?" - How're you doing? - How're you boys doing? What seems to be the problem here? You had nothing to do with that stabbing in the cell.
I can testify to that.
You drive me out of here and I'll stand by you.
What are you gonna do, Lieutenant? Give me a reduced sentence? For starters.
You can't get off this island.
When the marines catch up with us, you'll either be killed or spend the rest of your life in prison.
There's a third option.
- That ought to hold you, Lieutenant.
- Thanks, Corpsman.
I can't believe Gunny Gentry's with them.
Well, he wasn't driving like a hostage.
I was kind of hoping somebody else clubbed me.
Probably what he'd have claimed if Lieutenant Rabb - hadn't tried to stop him.
- How's Rodriguez? Lucky that shiv missed his vital organs.
Lieutenant Austin was handcuffed to a black prisoner.
- That'd be Quinn, sir.
- What's he like? He's unpredictable.
One minute he's fine, the next he gets this crazy look in his eyes, and, well, I wouldn't want to be shackled to him.
Let's go.
I want the bridge to Tacoma secured.
The ferry halted.
All outbound flights cancelled.
I don't want a seagull leaving this island unless I check its ID.
- You up for this, Sergeant? - Yes, sir.
We're losing a mile a minute.
Get aboard.
Where do you think you're going, Lieutenant? With you, Major.
- The hell you are! - That hostage is my partner, sir.
Sorry, Lieutenant.
We don't have room.
Besides, this isn't a job for Navy lawyers.
Even lawyers have an idea now and then, sir.
- Such as? - Getting a chopper in the air.
Already done.
A marine Sea Stallion is on its way from Bremerton.
What else? They know we'll seal all the egress from the island.
They must have planned another way off.
Perhaps by private boat, sir.
I don't think they planned anything, Lieutenant.
But as a precaution, I've got the Coast Guard patrolling the coast line.
- What else? - Nothing at the moment, sir, but Then I would suggest that you and Lieutenant Pike start an investigation into how this brig break happened.
- Let's go, Corporal.
- Yes, sir.
Let's go.
He's got no clearance badge.
Let's go, go, go! Pack it up! Pack it up! - What are you doing? - Going after my partner.
Major Aspinal ordered us to start an investigation.
He suggested, Kate.
I don't have to follow suggestions.
To him a suggestion is as good as an order.
Damn it! They have my partner! I'm sorry, Kate, but if that was you out there, would you want me to start an investigation or come after you? You got another weapon in there? They'll have to stick to the road with the bus.
We'll catch them soon.
What the Navy lawyers.
- What happened? - Hobbs and I ran into trouble.
He drove off the road.
And some of your buddies came and took our guns and our food and whacked Hobbs here on the back of the head.
Yeah.
I can't stand up without getting dizzy.
- How far behind them are we? - Six-seven minutes.
- Was there a female officer with them? - I didn't see one.
Maybe on the bus.
Any side roads between here and the ferry landing? Some old logging roads.
That's what I was afraid of.
They on the map? Yep.
When I give an order, Lieutenant, you will obey it! Yes, sir.
I took the Major's suggestion as just that, a suggestion, sir.
What the hell happened here? The escapees took food and guns from these hunters, assaulting one with a Beretta.
A Navy issue Beretta, and I'm gonna sue.
You're in luck.
These two officers are Navy lawyers.
Talk to them.
The only thing at the end of this road is a ferry landing - which they'd never take, sir.
- They wouldn't? No, sir.
They'd be trapped on a ferry and they know it.
They're not thinking, Lieutenant.
They're running like dogs that dug out under a fence.
Sir, do you really believe that a break-out involving the brig's gunnery sergeant was done on the spur of the moment? - Make your point, Lieutenant.
- Lieutenant Pike.
Coming, sir.
Any of those logging roads lead to the water? This one here.
About three miles ahead of us.
That's the road they'll take, sir.
That civilian needs medical attention, sir.
- He could have a concussion.
- Sergeant Lowell.
Sir.
Have the troops get that pickup back on the road.
Yes, sir.
Seatac Mobile One.
I'm sending a civilian with a head injury in for treatment.
Tell the front gate to escort them to the infirmary.
Roger, Mobile One.
Lieutenant Rabb? I want you and Lieutenant Pike to escort the injured man to the infirmary.
With all due respect, sir, I'd rather not.
I'm not suggesting this time, Lieutenant.
I am ordering.
Three-Echo 09 on TAC 1.
Can we be of service? Over.
Marine 09, this is Seatac Mobile One.
We're six miles east of the base on a two-lane blacktop.
Over.
On our way, Mobile One.
How can we assist? Over.
We had a brig break.
The escapees are between us and the ferry landing.
Over.
With you in less than five, Mobile One.
Hello.
I'm Lieutenant Pike.
Can I look at your head? - No.
- Let me just see it.
If you've got a wound, I want to take a look.
No.
No! I don't need any help from the Navy lawyers.
Especially when I'm gonna sue the Navy! Wait for me! Lieutenant.
You're this close to getting written up.
Yes, sir.
Mobile One.
09.
We've got your bus two miles ahead of you heading for the ferry landing.
Over.
On our way, 09.
On a logging road? Let's go.
Maybe they did break out on the spur of the moment.
No.
They've got a plan.
And it doesn't include a ride on a ferry.
- Didn't count on that, did you? - Gee, I guess we'd better give up, guys? Yeah.
Can I be your prisoner, Della? How the hell are we supposed to lose the chopper? Who says we want to? Mobile One.
Echo 9.
The bus is turning up a dirt road on your starboard side about a mile ahead.
- Major Aspinal isn't going to like that.
- I don't like it.
They're not gonna hurt her, Harm.
Knock it off, Lieutenant! You don't believe that any more than I do.
Yes, I do.
Stay put.
Why did we stop here? - You don't know, do you? - Shut up, Lieutenant! That's the second time you haven't known why we stopped.
Whatever their escape plan is, you don't know it.
You want another slap upside the head? - No.
- Then keep your mouth shut.
Mobile One.
The bus has stopped near the crest of a ridge about 500 metres off the pavement.
Over.
Mobile One.
This is 09.
They've entered thick terrain and we're circling the bus about two miles east of a logging road.
The trees are too thick to see if anyone exited the bus.
We're taking incoming rounds! I repeat! We are taking incoming rounds! Do we have permission to engage? I repeat, do we have permission to engage? Over.
Engage.
Over.
No! In my command or not, you're on report, Lieutenant! Our first priority is the safety of the hostage, sir.
My first priority is to bring escaped prisoners under control! - For all I know, that hostage is dead! - He's right, sir! - Who's right? - Lieutenant Rabb, sir.
You haven't legally established any rules of engagement.
I'm establishing them now.
When fired upon, fire back.
We have not made contact with the escapees nor negotiated with them.
- They're firing, damn it! - Not at us, sir! The chopper can stand down! Once it does, they are no longer a clear threat or danger to anyone but the hostage! Major, you don't want a repeat of Ruby Ridge here.
Do you, sir? Mobile One.
09.
Starting our run.
Hold your fire! Mobile One.
09.
Breaking off.
All right, JAG, you've got 15 minutes to get those brig rats off that hill.
After that, we blow them off.
Yes, sir.
I need a white flag.
Yes, sir.
Coming up.
I have to go to the bathroom.
Well, go.
What do you want me to do? Unlock the cuffs and look the other way? Don't humiliate me.
All right.
Let's go.
Make it fast.
Shouldn't you leave your weapon behind if we're under a white flag? It's only in the movies, Kate.
Now you give me one good reason why two of us should be doing this? They might not shoot a woman as quickly as a man.
Okay, you negotiate.
I'm not that big a feminist.
Sergeant Lowell, take two men - on our right and work up the mountain.
- Yes, sir.
Corporal Drum.
You do the same on the left.
I will give you a two-minute head start, then Tinker and I will move up the road.
If fired upon, fire back.
- Move out! - Yes, sir! Go! Go! Go! Lock and load.
- Let's go.
- Yes, sir.
- I told you to wait on the bus.
- Had to go, you know? - We don't cuff negroes to white women.
- You afraid they'll like it? - Shut up, Quinn.
- I thought you was one of us.
I am.
We need Quinn.
If Aryan boy scouts are a part of your little plan, I don't think we'll ever get off this island.
- I told you to shut up! - Did he molest you, Lieutenant? I'll blow him to God Almighty if he did.
- No.
- I thought you were pretty horny, Quinn.
Maybe he's just pretty.
Gunnery Sergeant, your men are disgusting.
What do you expect? They're brig rats.
But rats can get into places people can't.
- I was wrong to let you join us.
- Hey, we'll head to Canada right now if you want to finish Desert Storm by yourself.
- Uncuff her.
- I took her.
I keep her.
Let's finish the mission.
Then you can blow him away.
If anything happens to that female officer, I will hold you personally responsible, Gunny! I understand, sir.
Mount up! Let's get out of here.
Let's move! They're moving.
Come on.
Do not shoot to kill.
They've got the white flag.
Give them one warning shot.
After that, you can blow them away.
Lock and load.
Get down! Move back! Move! Move back! - Drum's hit! Pull back! - Let's go! Let's go! Mobile One.
09.
Over.
- We're taking rounds! - We're on our way! Seatac.
Mobile One.
Mobile One.
Seatac.
Escapees have joined with an unknown force.
We are taking automatic weapons fire on the logging road eight miles east of the base.
Go to minimum security.
Send everyone available to my position.
ASAP! Over! Well, Gentry, what was that stuff about Desert Storm? You want to hit Canada with money, don't you? - That depends on what I got to do for it.
- Finish Desert Storm.
- That's our code name.
- It's a stupid name.
You're just jealous 'cause I thought of it.
Nobody gets it! Nobody's supposed to get it.
It's a code name.
Shut up! You two are worse than my sister's kids.
- You're right, Davis.
I don't get it.
- I do.
To finish Desert Storm, you'd have to get Saddam.
- So? - You're after the SADMs at Seatac.
She gets it, Davis.
How the hell does a Navy lawyer know about SADMs? I was in weapons systems before law.
Maybe we don't need you after all, Quinn.
I think we can lose the white flag now.
We've pulled back.
You can shoot at any movement atop the ridge.
Over.
- What about the JAG officers, sir? - They're incoming.
Fall back! Fall back! Fall back! Mobile One.
They're on the run.
The bus is in sight.
- 09.
Mobile One.
Take it out! - Lieutenant Austin is on that bus! We're in a shooting war, Lieutenant! Mobile One.
09.
Can do.
God.
Davis is dead! My leg! My leg's broke! Quinn, get her out of here.
They're coming back.
- He killed him.
- Come on.
- You've been shot.
- We've got to get away from Gentry.
No.
You're bleeding to death.
Lieutenant, we barely know each other.
Who the hell are you? Lieutenant Martin Green at your service, ma'am.
You're Naval Intelligence? Don't hold it against me.
I was undercover to plug weapon thefts Davis and Jessie were involved in.
So you knew there would be a brig break.
Yeah.
We didn't know Gentry was involved.
- That caught us by surprise.
- And you didn't tell anyone? I guess I deserved that.
Can he walk? Yeah.
He can walk.
No movement around the bus.
I'll keep circling.
Over.
Well done, 09.
As soon as our men arrive, we'll go after them.
- Major? - What now, Lieutenant? Lieutenant Pike has a topographical map of the area on her laptop.
I thought you might want to check it before going back up that hill.
That's the first intelligent suggestion you've made, Lieutenant.
- It's in the car, sir.
- Let's go.
Hey! Wipe that attitude off your face, Lieutenant.
Yes, sir.
Get in! Mobile One.
09.
Zodiac in the water not far from the bus.
Two men and a woman.
The woman looks like a Naval officer.
Over.
09.
Mobile One.
Stop them with force if necessary.
Over.
09.
Roger that.
Over.
- Give it up.
- Lf you say so, Lieutenant.
Oh, my God, the other Stinger! No! We've taken a direct hit! They've hit the rotors! We've got to set it down! - It didn't detonate! - I didn't build it.
I stole it.
- Stingers always detonate.
- That's not true.
- They have a high rate of failure.
- Why are you backing him? I'm not! I just know that Stingers don't always detonate.
She's trying to protect you, Quinn.
Why do you think she's doing that? - Give it up, Gentry.
It's over for you.
- Not for me.
- Bastard! - Is that any way for an officer to talk? You better be one hell of a lawyer, Lieutenant, because it's going to take me a week to read the charges against you.
There are two dead escapees on the bus, Major.
One appears to have been executed.
Mobile One.
Mobile Two.
Over.
Mobile One.
Go.
Insurgents are moving towards Kitsap point.
We're in close pursuit.
Over.
Mobile Two.
Mobile One.
On my way.
Over and out.
What about the men who have Lieutenant Austin? They probably crossed to Birch Island.
The Coast Guard will seal it off, and we'll pick them up in the morning.
They're not on Birch Island, sir.
Lieutenant, you have been wrong every time you've opened your mouth! With all due respect, sir, the Lieutenant did say they'd be taking the logging road to the water.
There's more to this than just a brig break, Major.
I think they're trying to pull security off the base.
You can go check it out, because you and Lieutenant Pike are going back to Seatac now.
- Sir - Under Marine guard if necessary! That won't be necessary, Major.
- Let's go get them, Corporal.
- Yes, sir.
Do you think Meg knows Quinn's Naval Intelligence? Probably not.
He'd want her to - How long have you known? - Does it matter? No.
Why didn't you tell me? Would you have told me if our roles were reversed? You're gonna detonate a SADM on the base, aren't you? Now what would make you think that? You don't need a weapons expert to steal them.
That's true.
I'll never help you.
Never.
Let's go.
I know you're willing to die, Lieutenant.
But not the way I'll kill you.
Thank you, sir.
Quinn sold the militia the stingerless Stinger to establish credibility.
It downed a Marine Sea Stallion.
We didn't know it would be used against a helicopter.
You were willing to let it bounce off a 767? No! Of course not.
We didn't think it would be used at all.
You didn't think a guard would get knifed, a couple of Marines wounded and my partner kidnapped either? The gunny was a wild card we weren't aware of! There's always a wild card, Kate! If you didn't learn that at spook school, you should've at Harvard law.
You're right.
But these are fanatics, Harm.
Think about what would happen if they got their hands on real Stingers.
Maybe that's their plan.
Pull security off base so they can steal Stingers.
How would they get on base? It's been closed to visitors since the brig break this morning.
Except for those hunters.
- Which way's the infirmary? - Behind us.
That's the uplink to the weather satellite.
Now I'm in central climate control.
We need perimeter security, McKissick.
Yes.
Perimeter fence electricity off.
Be careful, Lieutenant.
One slip and you'll be a crispy critter.
Lucky you.
I guess somebody turned the juice off.
Go.
SADM vaults.
Unlocked.
Next.
Go.
Trigger vaults.
Unlocked.
- All right.
- All right, Hobbs.
Let's go.
The hunters were released two hours ago.
I called the gate.
They never checked out.
Weapons storage bunkers are at the south end of the base.
Two blocks.
Turn right.
Halt! Advance and be recognised! Captain McKissick, Batfish MSG.
I'm dropping off men from my sub to fill in for guards that Major Aspinal called into field.
The Corporal'll tell you what to do, Hobbs.
Yes, sir.
Stand fast till I verify with the sergeant of the guard! Take your time.
Eenie, meenie, miney Moe.
I know what you're thinking.
I'm wasting my time.
I'll never get into the vault, and even if I could, the SADMs are stored separately from the triggers, right? Right? You know, you're gonna have to start communicating.
Here you go.
All right.
It looks quiet.
That's the Mark-48 Torpedo bunker.
Tomahawks are next.
Then Poseidons, SADMs, and then finally the Stingers are stored.
SADMs? Special Atomic Demolition Ammunition.
I know.
Small nukes in satchel cases to blow airfields, dams, bunkers.
- And if you're a fanatic - Federal buildings.
Come on, Lieutenant, we don't have all day.
All right, we got them.
Leave one here.
Put the rest on the cart and take them out to the truck.
Want to arm it? You're no fun.
What the hell.
It can't be that hard.
We've got a little fart here.
Only a 100-ton yield.
Twenty minutes ought to give me enough time to get out of range.
Beep is good.
Now I enter a five-digit anti-tampering code.
No peeking! Detonation 40 seconds.
I think we're at the part I need you for.
What's happening? Sorry.
- You activated it.
- 30 seconds.
It'll go off in 30 seconds if you don't engage the delay.
And how do I do that? Come on, Lieutenant.
You'll have 20 minutes to disarm it.
Do you know how many permutations there are in a five-digit code? I imagine quite a few.
But the odds are still better than 20 seconds.
- It's not just you and I.
- Detonation.
This base and everyone on it are going to go up in 8, 7 seven seconds.
- Repeat your code.
Hit enter twice.
4, 3 Detonation.
20 minutes.
Do we get a little of that? Nope.
The Iraqis pay better than the Aryan Nation.
Then why blow up Seatac? A diversion.
Nothing more.
One of the numbers is a seven.
I know.
Call me crazy.
- It's armed.
13 minutes left.
- Can you disarm it? I'm trying.
Gentry entered a five-digit code.
Any way around it? Sure.
With specialised tools and a couple of hours.
- Bring him in here.
- He's dead.
What are you doing? Seatac is the only population centre on the island.
I'll get as far as I can in 12 minutes and eight seconds.
- Get the hell out! - You drive.
I'll try to disarm it.
- Negative.
- We don't have time to argue! Go! Halt! Ask PMO to assist.
Logged in by cell modem to Gentry's personnel file.
We're looking for a five-digit code with a seven.
Yeah.
How much time? - Seven minutes.
It's funny, huh? - No! Date of birth 9-27-52.
Negative.
Social security number 861279072.
- First five negative.
- Last five.
Negative.
- Mailing address P.
O.
Box 45829.
- No, there's no seven.
Maybe he lied.
- I've run out of numbers! - Maybe it's a number he uses everyday! - A base phone number! - Or a lock combination! Form number.
The visitors registration form? Yeah, try it! - 77401.
- No.
It's 501.
- No! It's 401! I remember it! - Enter them both! 30 seconds.
20 seconds.
Detonation.
10, 9, 8, 7 It's disarmed.
Who was right? I don't think the wrong one would want you to know that, sir.