JAG s02e10 Episode Script
The Game of Go
Look out! - Fall back! - Watch out! Everyone fall back.
Move it.
Ambush! - How'd that guy get by you? - My weapon jammed.
- Move out.
- We can't just leave him.
He's dead.
Go back and you are too.
Move out! Move it! 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.
We may have a bigger problem than recovering Sergeant Silva's body.
Unilateral operations by U.
S.
Forces on foreign soil is a major no-no, sir.
And although we're calling the Marines advisors, the only Colombians anywhere near them were Estruga's guards.
Well, they were operating under the authority of the Colombian DAS, were they not? Yes, sir.
Are you telling me there's an operational law that forbids that, Bud? Not exactly, sir.
But it must be forbidden.
Why is that? Well, because there's no regulation permitting it, sir.
JAG headquarters.
You're gonna make a fine lawyer one day, Bud.
- Thank you, sir.
- Petty Officer Tiner.
Good morning, sir.
The admiral said to go right in.
At ease.
- Where's Major MacKenzie? - She'll be right along, sir.
She got tied up with Chief Brokaw's court-martial.
- Sir, you have a call.
It's - Have them call me back.
Are you up to speed, commander? Lieutenant Roberts is getting me there, sir.
The Marines claim their recon walked into a trap.
The Colombians say the Marines screwed it up.
Now, somebody's lying, and I don't think Sorry, sir.
I got stuck in traffic.
No excuse, sir.
As I was saying, somebody's lying.
I thought it was the Brokaw court-martial, major.
Finished it last Tuesday, sir.
The disposition should be on your desk.
It is.
- Sir, I'm sorry, but this call is very - Petty Officer Tiner, - I said to hold my calls.
- Sorry.
Aye, sir.
Can't even get my yeoman to follow orders.
You're to leave immediately for Colombia.
Officially, you'll be under operational control of a special assistant from State.
Not Clayton Webb, sir.
We don't get to choose who we serve under, commander.
No, sir, but knowing the special assistant as I do, if this was his op that went south, he will not give a damn about leaving that dead Marine behind, sir.
Especially an Hispanic Marine in unmarked utilities with no ID, sir.
Let me make this clear.
Your assignment is to investigate what happened and nothing more.
But the dead Marine, sir? Retrieving bodies is not a JAG mission, major.
- Sir, with all due respect - But, if all you return with is a report, consider your mission a failure.
Thank you, sir.
Dismissed.
Aye, aye, sir.
- Major MacKenzie.
- Sir? I have been told that the radio carries traffic reports.
Yes, sir.
It won't happen again, sir.
- Tiner.
- Sir? You can return the call now.
- Yes, sir.
- Who was it? Former secretary of state, calling from Colombia, sir.
- Good evening, major.
- Sir.
Ma'am.
- I really don't want to travel.
- Mr.
Webb, the JAG team has arrived, sir.
I might have known the admiral would send his Three Musketeers.
Nice to see you again too, Clayton.
There were actually four musketeers, sir.
Athos, Porthos, Aramis and D'Artagnan.
Let's make this a brief investigation.
Southern Command loaned us one of their new ARL planes to monitor the operation.
That's Air Recon Low to you lawyers.
The photos corroborate the Recon team's report.
Sergeant Silva was killed.
- Did they return his body? - To whom? We certainly aren't going to claim he belongs to us.
- We will if we have to.
- Don't start, major.
This is a State Department issue, which you are only here to investigate and prosecute.
Prosecute? Who are we to prosecute? Corporal Cordoba of the Recon team.
With any luck, you'll be out of here by morning, which I am sure will please us all.
Especially Admiral Chegwidden who, by the way, sends his regards.
Cut the crap, commander.
Admiral Chegwidden thinks I'm a pain-in-the-ass bureaucrat who never should have involved the Marines in the first place.
And he was right.
Taking the blame, Webb? How unlike you.
If I hadn't involved the Marines, my ass would not be hanging over a very deep chasm right now.
- No offence, major.
- None taken.
I hang asses frequently in my profession.
Your father was shot down a couple of months before I joined the Lexington, so I never had the pleasure.
But I flew with the CAG.
I understand you earned that Distinguished Flying Cross - saving his six.
- Well, I was saving my own six, sir.
The CAG just happened to be in the same aircraft.
Modesty, Mr.
Webb.
It sits well on a man, don't you think? Oh, yes, sir.
Could we get on with the briefing, sir? Of course, Mr.
Webb.
Alfredo, tell our JAG officers what you found out.
- Thank you, Marisol.
- Anytime, sir.
- Mr.
Webb? - No, thank you, sir.
Commander, you'll like these.
Thank you, sir.
Go on, Alfredo.
You won't hurt their feelings.
Alfredo is the damnedest drug agent I ever met.
I swear he asks permission before he arrests someone.
Only if I am interrupting something.
- May I? - Oh, thank you, Alfredo.
Estruga uses Embera Indians as his guards.
They are loyal and quite fierce.
My people have managed to persuade one of the Emberas from the village where Estruga's guards live to provide us with information from time to time.
What does your Embera say happened? He said the guards were unaware of the Recon team's presence until one of the Marines gave away his position.
- How? - Apparently, he yelled.
I find that hard to believe of a Recon Marine, sir.
- So do I, major.
- I don't.
And neither will you after you hear their story.
They were speaking quite openly at the debriefing until they realized there might be charges.
- What charges? - Cowardice.
There's no such charge, Webb.
Dereliction of duty, then.
Whatever.
I don't care, but he's gonna be charged.
Sir, I don't think you have the right to charge anyone in the military, even if you are a special assistant to an undersecretary of state.
Oh, I won't charge him, Lieutenant Roberts.
- Who will? - You will, major.
After you hear what happened.
You don't mind if I sit in, do you? And lose the cigar, commander.
You had a suppressed weapon, didn't you, corporal? - Yes, ma'am.
- Why didn't you use it? I tried.
My weapon jammed, ma'am.
What happened then? I yelled and the place lit up, sir.
It was an ambush, sir.
It had to be.
They knew we were coming.
It's my fault, sir.
I should have reacted faster.
It's not your fault, corporal, if your weapon jammed.
I don't think Sergeant Silva would agree, ma'am.
Charge him.
With what? A jammed weapon? Cordoba's never been in combat.
He couldn't pull the trigger.
The man's a sorry excuse for a Marine.
With all due respect, Mr.
Webb, have you ever been in combat? I was in the Gulf War, major.
Does that qualify? Doing what, sir? That's classified, lieutenant.
Now, because of Cordoba's cowardice, a good man is dead.
And Carlos Estruga is still free to flood our country with cocaine.
Charge him.
We'll charge him if and when we have evidence.
There's something else to be done here.
Enlighten me, Major MacKenzie.
A Marine died in the service of his country.
His body should be transported home to his family.
Major, I understand the virtues of semper fi.
Unfortunately, there are larger issues at play here.
- Such as deniability.
- Yes.
I will not risk sending men back into that jungle.
And that wouldn't be good for your career, would it, sir? No, major, it would not.
Now, if there is nothing else, Ambassador Witherspoon will be glad to hear that the last chapter to this sorry incident has been written.
Except for Corporal Cordoba's court-martial.
Oh, good.
I was about to ask Marisol to get you.
Alfredo has some disturbing news.
Go ahead, Alfredo, tell them.
My agency received a call a few minutes ago from Carlos Estruga.
He claims to have Sergeant Silva.
Excuse me, the doctor said this would happen when I turned 42.
She was right.
Estruga said, "It is my sincerest wish that this not develop into an international incident which will bring harm to the president of your great country.
" You tell him to go to hell.
Estruga can't use a dead body with no identification.
I'm afraid that Estruga says Sergeant Silva is very much alive and quite capable of talking about the Marine's attempt to kidnap him.
- He's alive.
- Maybe.
You don't carry a dead body like that.
You drag it.
He's alive.
Give me a grid.
Isolate him.
Magnify.
It could be anyone.
Yeah, anyone wearing unmarked utilities hanging around Estruga's villa with a shotgun wound.
Grid the shoulder.
One shoulder coming up.
Bud, get Lieutenant Diaz.
- Aye, sir.
- Magnify.
- What are those? - His infrared op ident.
They had those in the Gulf War, Mr.
Webb.
Lieutenant Diaz reporting as ordered, sir.
At ease, lieutenant.
You recognise that ident code? Yes, sir.
It's Sergeant Silva's.
They could have stripped his clothes - and put them on someone else.
- What's going on, sir? There's a chance Sergeant Silva might be alive, lieutenant.
Or Señor Estruga just wants us to think he is, lieutenant.
My man, the Embera I spoke of earlier, might be able to help resolve this issue.
But you must decide quickly.
Estruga wants a reply by 6 a.
m.
That's in 20 minutes.
It wouldn't matter if it was 20 days.
The United States government does not negotiate with drug lords.
The Marine Corps does not leave their own behind.
There's a first time for everything, major.
Señor Estruga is on the line, Mr.
Ambassador.
Thank you, Marisol.
Can you bring another pot of coffee, please? Not enough coffee in the world this morning.
Let's not keep Señor Estruga waiting.
What was the name of that Marine again? Sergeant Silva, sir.
Jesus Silva.
Jesus Silva.
Thank you.
Go ahead.
Then I shall speak in English.
My apologies for calling at this hour, but in my business, the early bird stays ahead of men like you, Señor Rincon.
And it would seem the United States government as well.
Señor Estruga, this is Lieutenant Commander Rabb with the Judge Advocate General Corps.
- Navy lawyer, yes? - Yes.
I have contemplated becoming a lawyer myself.
- Perhaps you should have.
- No.
They have to associate with criminals.
This is Clayton Webb, special assistant to the undersecretary of state.
You sound like an important man, Mr.
Webb.
What do you want, señor? - Do you play go, Mr.
Webb? - What? I'm familiar with the game, señor.
Excellent.
Then I will negotiate with you.
Now, wait a minute.
The commander is not here Mr.
Webb.
I assume the ambassador has settled the jurisdictional dispute, and that I will be negotiating with Commander Rabb.
- That is correct, señor.
- Excellent.
Commander, I have an American Marine.
He is badly hurt, but he will live.
Are you interested? Of course I'm interested.
Then meet me at Saravia Plantation at noon.
There is a shed there that they use for drying bamboo.
Yes, but I will need some verification - that the Marine - Sergeant Silva.
is alive.
- I will bring all the verification that you need.
Noon is a bad time for us.
Would 5 be okay? Quite acceptable.
I shall fix dinner, huh? I make a most delicious grilled goat.
You will come unarmed, of course, but you can bring a friend or two.
As long as they are not Rincon, whose DAS gives me indigestion, or Mr.
Webb who has no interest in the game of go.
- Understood.
- One last point.
If you try to capture me, a video of Sergeant Silva confessing to the operation will be delivered to CNN tonight.
These are AK-47 s.
And the ammunition is from China.
AK-47 s are sold all over the world and Chinese ammunition can't be traced back to the U.
S.
Where'd you learn how to do that, ma'am? I'm a Marine, Bud.
Have you ever had to fire, ma'am? I mean, in anger? Once.
What are you looking for? A burr on the sear pin, a broken spring on the trigger mechanism.
Something that would make this weapon jam.
Nothing, ma'am? No, nothing I can see.
But it could have been a clip of bad ammo.
- Have you examined the clip? - No.
Corporal Cordoba said he accidentally ejected it when they were running.
It happens.
Ma'am, you're not going to shoot I was hoping I missed something.
Would you mind cleaning this for me? - No, ma'am.
- Thanks.
I must apologise for the quality of the photos.
But Emberas are not used to using cameras.
They do well enough with guns.
He took these at great risk to himself.
He also told the agent who picked up the film that he heard the man in these photos speaking English.
Major.
How would you like a dinner of grilled goat? Depends how it's cooked.
Under no circumstances are you authorized to negotiate.
You are to ascertain if Estruga has proof that Sergeant Silva is alive, and what he wants for his safe return.
And then you are to get your six, as you call it, the hell back here.
- What is he doing here? - Apparently, driving the vehicle.
This kid has ruined one mission.
He will not endanger another.
- Corporal, step away from the vehicle.
- Sir? Corporal, it would appear the special assistant doesn't think you're old enough to drive.
Unfortunately, it's his vehicle.
Dismissed.
Aye, aye, sir.
Lieutenant.
You don't want him driving, fine.
You kick him in the guts like that again and next time, I'm kicking back.
You're late.
No, I'm not.
I still have 18 seconds.
What's wrong with Webb? He didn't want Cordoba driving the car.
Told him in his usual tactful manner.
I trust you replied in kind.
Something like that.
What are you doing here, Mr.
Roberts? - Observing, sir.
- Well, do it from the back of the room.
Yes, sir.
Roberts? Yes, sir.
Nothing.
I test-fired Corporal Cordoba's weapon.
It worked.
- So, what do you think? - That he had a bad clip.
The one he lost? He's Recon, Harm.
He can pull the trigger.
Hey, Webb said he couldn't, not me, Mac.
I know.
- Have they left? - Just now.
Panther, this is Pressbox.
Panther, this is Pressbox.
Over.
Pressbox, this is Panther.
Over.
Panther, what is your position? Pressbox, Panther.
We are approximately half a click from Checkpoint Victor.
Roger.
Give me a heads-up when you've reached it.
For a Desert Storm vet, he doesn't have much radio discipline.
We couldn't get him off the horn during the mission.
Pressbox, this is Panther.
We are passing the checkpoint now.
Roger that.
Pressbox out.
Very nice, señor.
Señor? Silva.
Go.
Pressbox, this is Panther.
Pressbox, this is Panther.
What the hell? - Pressbox - Panther, this is Pressbox.
Panther, this is Pressbox.
Do you read me? Damn it.
All right, get your men at Checkpoint Victor out to the plantation.
I want a car out front now.
Cordoba? Watch it.
Look out! Get out! Move, move.
Shoot him! Shoot him! Shoot him! I couldn't shoot, sir.
Too many people in the way.
You saw it.
Didn't you, sir? As you can see, Sergeant Silva was dead and was of no use to me.
However, I now have a live special assistant to the undersecretary of state.
And you have a dead Marine.
Please, have some goat.
I grilled it myself.
Unless, of course, you would prefer crow.
Looks like Webb's gonna find out what Estruga wants all by himself.
I knew he never took that jacket off.
Can't we just leave him there, sir? - Just for a little while.
- No, Mr.
Roberts, we cannot.
He may be a pain in the neck, but he came here to capture a drug lord.
Estruga is the bad guy here, not Webb.
You're quite right, commander.
Alfredo, I'm afraid that I'm going to have to negotiate for Webb's release.
- Sir, you must - I know.
No, no, no.
Sir, you do not know.
It has taken me five years to keep my own government from negotiating with this scum.
If you negotiate with Estruga, it will destroy all my work.
Mr.
Ambassador, forgive me.
- I did not mean - No, no, no.
It's all right, Alfredo.
I like your passion.
Unfortunately, I'm Well, I'm caught between the proverbial rock and a hard spot.
Unless we go in and get him, sir.
Go in where, commander? I seriously doubt if Señor Estruga is holding Mr.
Webb as a guest in his villa.
He could be hiding him anywhere in Colombia.
Señor Rincon, can you contact your Embera at the villa, see what he knows? If it will keep us from negotiating, of course I will try.
Thank you, Alfredo.
Ambassador, you had a hand in getting Southern Command to let Webb use their Air Recon Low, - didn't you, sir? - You want another pass over the villa? If I were Estruga, I'd keep Webb close by.
You got it.
Marisol, would you get me General Fuller at Howard Air Force Base in Panama? - And is that coffee ready yet? - Just about, sir.
As soon as I get the general, I'll bring it in.
Thank you, Marisol.
What else, commander? Any idea what Estruga wants in exchange for Webb? I assume he wants the indictment dropped against him.
But State will never approve that, not even in return of one of its own.
Webb must know that.
I should think he'd look a little more panicked.
- Here you are, sir.
- Oh, thank you, Marisol.
General Fuller's secretary is on the line, sir.
Ambassador Witherspoon.
Sorry to get you at such a late hour, general.
But I'd like to borrow Crazy Hawk.
We have to overfly that estate again.
Anything the ARL photographs is being downlinked to us in real-time.
- ARL stands for Air - Air Reconnaissance Low.
Right down on the old treetops.
I am afraid we are having no luck locating my Embera.
I am sorry.
Pressbox, Crazy Hawk.
Commencing my run.
That looks like something a movie star would build in Southern California.
The man has no taste.
Pressbox, Crazy Hawk.
Run complete.
- American Embassy.
- This is Señor Estruga for Ambassador Witherspoon.
One moment, please.
Ambassador Witherspoon here.
I was going to wait until morning, but your ARL overflights are keeping me awake.
No matter.
I am used to such attention.
Which is why you will not be able to locate Señor Webb.
Speaking Spanish is not polite to the others, señor, huh? I'm afraid we're all a little tired, Señor Estruga.
What is it you want in exchange for Mr.
Webb? My brother Norberto.
What? Do not act so surprised, Rincon, eh? Or didn't your American friends tell you? We can't share information we don't have.
Oh, really? Señor Webb knew it.
- We didn't.
- Commander Rabb.
My opponent in go.
I was hoping you were present.
Where is your brother, señor? Being held by federal authorities in Miami on drug-trafficking charges.
Drug-trafficking charges.
It's ridiculous.
He was an altar boy.
Señor Estruga, please believe me.
This is new information to us.
New or old, you have until 6 tomorrow to deliver him to the bamboo plantation if you want to see Señor Webb alive.
I believe you know the way, Commander Rabb, huh? Trust is an issue that works both ways, Mr.
Ambassador.
- Alfredo - Please, sir.
I find it hard to believe that a special assistant to State - would not inform you of such a thing.
- I don't.
Webb knew we would wanna trade Estruga's brother for Sergeant Silva.
It would be another black mark against his already failed operation.
None of us knew, Señor Rincon.
I am tired but that is no excuse.
Ambassador, please accept my apology.
It's Mr.
Webb who owes the apology, not you, Alfredo.
Commander, I have a notion to leave him out there.
- But you won't, sir.
- No, I won't, but I am gonna call State.
- Marisol.
- Yes, sir.
- Get me Washington, please.
- Yes, sir.
- And - More coffee, I know, sir.
Look, there's no sense in all of us losing sleep tonight.
So why don't you people grab some sleep and we'll reconvene here at 6 a.
M? Thank you, sir.
Alfredo, can I speak to you for a minute? We are not going to sleep.
- We're not? - Of course not.
But you told the ambassador that Someone from the embassy is leaking information to Estruga.
I want them to think we've given up locating Webb.
Did you know this too, ma'am? How? When Estruga called us, he knew Sergeant Silva's name.
How could he? Sergeant Silva was dead and he had no ID.
Someone in the embassy had to tell him.
- Very good, Mac.
- Thank you, Harm.
The only people you told we were going to bed was Rincon, the ambassador and his secretary.
- Right.
- How are you gonna find out - which one it is? - You're gonna do that for us, Bud.
- Me, sir? - You, sir.
Harm? Very nice, major.
You too.
I was always a sucker for dress whites.
Well, you know what they say about dress whites and gold wings.
I wanna take Corporal Cordoba with me.
Mac, maybe his weapon jammed and maybe he couldn't get a clear shot off when they grabbed Webb.
And maybe he can't pull the trigger.
You don't believe that or you wouldn't have defended him to Webb.
Webb is an ass, and I don't wanna believe it, but I'm not gonna risk this op betting on it.
No, but you will risk it betting on your crazy plan.
- Well, it's my six on the line.
- And mine, and the Recon team's, and Webb's, and even if he doesn't go, Corporal Cordoba's.
You know, you shouldn't have mentioned Webb.
You almost blew your point doing that.
He goes? He goes.
Thanks.
- Attention on deck! - As you were.
You go, corporal.
- Yes, ma'am.
Thank you, ma'am.
- Don't thank me.
It's Commander Rabb's op.
Let's go, Marines.
All right, ma'am.
You heard the major, move out.
I won't let you down, sir.
I know you won't, corporal.
Doesn't that make you feel good? I'll let you know when it's over.
What they say about dress whites and gold wings - Yeah? - Very overrated.
We'll see.
Good morning, sir.
This is Lieutenant J.
G.
Roberts, Commander Rabb's aide.
Good morning, sir.
This is Lieutenant J.
G.
Roberts, Commander Rabb's associate.
I'm sorry, sir.
I'm not authorized to reveal that information.
Commander Rabb You have a call, sir.
- Washington? - No, it's from inside the embassy, sir.
- Ambassador Witherspoon.
- Sir, this is Lieutenant J.
G.
Roberts, Commander Rabb's We know who you are, lieutenant.
Oh, you're there too, Señor Rincon.
Good.
- I wasn't quite sure where I'd find you.
- What is it you want, lieutenant? Sir, Commander Rabb wanted you both to know that he's commencing an operation to rescue Mr.
Webb starting at 1300 Zulu.
- That's 8 a.
m.
Here, sir.
- He located him? - Yes, sir.
- Well, where? I'm sorry, sir.
I'm not authorized to give out that information to anyone.
I can only tell you that an operation approved by Admiral Chegwidden is underway using the Marine Recon team and Crazy Hawk.
The commander also requests that Señor Rincon and his DAS forces stand by in case he needs them.
I'm sorry, sir.
That's all the information I can give out.
Sparrow, Pressbox.
Over.
Pressbox, this is Sparrow.
Go ahead.
The invitation's in the mail.
Now we wait and see who shows up for the party.
One of them should have left by now.
Maybe they didn't buy the story about Crazy Hawk monitoring all communication to Estruga's villa.
Sparrow, Poppy.
Over.
Poppy, Sparrow.
No joy.
We may have to rethink this.
Over.
We still have 59 minutes.
Not me, I got visitors.
Looks like I'll have to guess who the mole is.
Unless Poppy, Sparrow.
Do you read? Over.
They've got him, ma'am.
Major.
Rincon? I had my money on the secretary.
Let's hope the commander didn't.
He's taking the turn to the plantation.
You didn't have to wait in the bushes.
Cigars are welcome in my home.
Please, sit down.
Join my game.
I assume I'm the white stones.
They are the ones almost surrounded, huh? I take it that this is a diplomatic call.
In a way.
I have an offer for you from my government.
The only thing I wish to hear from your government is that my brother is on his way here from Miami.
He's not, but if you'll agree to be extradited to the United States to stand trial, I am authorized to guarantee you'll spend no longer than 15 years in a federal penitentiary of your choosing.
Are you really that big a fool or just that desperate, commander? Or perhaps, señor, I've simply outplayed you.
I swapped a dead Marine for a live State Department official and you have outplayed me? Oh, in a few more minutes, you'll no longer have Webb.
Double agents have a way of becoming triple agents, señor.
Rincon is now working for us again.
He won't answer, not anymore.
I think you're lying, commander, but either way, someone is going to die.
Damn it.
Try it, ma'am.
Let's go, Marines.
Now.
Didn't they teach you to check the fuel gauge at OCS, lieutenant? Double time.
It's only half a mile to the plantation.
State approved the swap.
I knew it.
I knew they'd do it.
Commander Rabb was most upset when he learned of Norberto.
I couldn't tell him.
He'd have wanted to swap him for a dead Marine.
Better to swap him for you, eh, Mr.
Webb? I don't think you can compare a dead Marine to a live special assistant to the undersecretary of state, do you? No, no.
No, not at all.
Follow me, please.
Pray that we get there on time, lieutenant.
I am, ma'am.
Mr.
Webb? It's Commander Rabb and the Marines.
They're early.
Take it easy.
So they're a few minutes early.
No, wait.
It's Estruga's helicopter.
Hey, listen, you and I are gonna have some words when we get back to the embassy, señor.
Don't muss the suit.
- Why are you here? - Because you are.
Did you think Señor Webb needed a walk? I am getting him out of here before Commander Rabb does.
He has an operation underway.
He knows everything, Señor Rincon.
Everything.
Whatever he told you is a lie.
If you needed more money, why didn't you ask me? Webb was to trade for Norberto.
They can't even arrange a swap without me.
Estruga, it's a trick.
He got you here.
He got me here.
And he had his Marines follow me.
Let him go.
A little late, aren't you? Thirty, 35 seconds.
Sorry about that.
Where's Estruga? What's going on? We just rescued you, Webb.
But I was to be swapped for Norberto.
State said you weren't worth swapping.
You guard the prisoner.
We need Cordoba with us.
What unit were you with in the Gulf War, Webb? Adjutant Generals Corps.
It works better with the safety off.
Let me have your sidearm, lieutenant.
Yes, ma'am.
You play an excellent game of go, commander.
Thank you, señor.
There's always another game, eh? And I'll look forward to it in 20 years or so.
The secretary of state called me personally this morning to tell me how pleased he was with the outcome.
Another gold star on your record? Well, maybe a silver one.
Listen, I'd I'd like to apologise for some of the things that I said.
Even though at the time, they appeared to be quite justified.
You don't owe us an apology.
Well, actually, I I probably do.
You owe him one.
Right.
I have to see this, sir.
He can't do it.
Give him time.
We've only got 46 minutes.
How do you do that? It's a Marine thing.
Move it.
Ambush! - How'd that guy get by you? - My weapon jammed.
- Move out.
- We can't just leave him.
He's dead.
Go back and you are too.
Move out! Move it! 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.
We may have a bigger problem than recovering Sergeant Silva's body.
Unilateral operations by U.
S.
Forces on foreign soil is a major no-no, sir.
And although we're calling the Marines advisors, the only Colombians anywhere near them were Estruga's guards.
Well, they were operating under the authority of the Colombian DAS, were they not? Yes, sir.
Are you telling me there's an operational law that forbids that, Bud? Not exactly, sir.
But it must be forbidden.
Why is that? Well, because there's no regulation permitting it, sir.
JAG headquarters.
You're gonna make a fine lawyer one day, Bud.
- Thank you, sir.
- Petty Officer Tiner.
Good morning, sir.
The admiral said to go right in.
At ease.
- Where's Major MacKenzie? - She'll be right along, sir.
She got tied up with Chief Brokaw's court-martial.
- Sir, you have a call.
It's - Have them call me back.
Are you up to speed, commander? Lieutenant Roberts is getting me there, sir.
The Marines claim their recon walked into a trap.
The Colombians say the Marines screwed it up.
Now, somebody's lying, and I don't think Sorry, sir.
I got stuck in traffic.
No excuse, sir.
As I was saying, somebody's lying.
I thought it was the Brokaw court-martial, major.
Finished it last Tuesday, sir.
The disposition should be on your desk.
It is.
- Sir, I'm sorry, but this call is very - Petty Officer Tiner, - I said to hold my calls.
- Sorry.
Aye, sir.
Can't even get my yeoman to follow orders.
You're to leave immediately for Colombia.
Officially, you'll be under operational control of a special assistant from State.
Not Clayton Webb, sir.
We don't get to choose who we serve under, commander.
No, sir, but knowing the special assistant as I do, if this was his op that went south, he will not give a damn about leaving that dead Marine behind, sir.
Especially an Hispanic Marine in unmarked utilities with no ID, sir.
Let me make this clear.
Your assignment is to investigate what happened and nothing more.
But the dead Marine, sir? Retrieving bodies is not a JAG mission, major.
- Sir, with all due respect - But, if all you return with is a report, consider your mission a failure.
Thank you, sir.
Dismissed.
Aye, aye, sir.
- Major MacKenzie.
- Sir? I have been told that the radio carries traffic reports.
Yes, sir.
It won't happen again, sir.
- Tiner.
- Sir? You can return the call now.
- Yes, sir.
- Who was it? Former secretary of state, calling from Colombia, sir.
- Good evening, major.
- Sir.
Ma'am.
- I really don't want to travel.
- Mr.
Webb, the JAG team has arrived, sir.
I might have known the admiral would send his Three Musketeers.
Nice to see you again too, Clayton.
There were actually four musketeers, sir.
Athos, Porthos, Aramis and D'Artagnan.
Let's make this a brief investigation.
Southern Command loaned us one of their new ARL planes to monitor the operation.
That's Air Recon Low to you lawyers.
The photos corroborate the Recon team's report.
Sergeant Silva was killed.
- Did they return his body? - To whom? We certainly aren't going to claim he belongs to us.
- We will if we have to.
- Don't start, major.
This is a State Department issue, which you are only here to investigate and prosecute.
Prosecute? Who are we to prosecute? Corporal Cordoba of the Recon team.
With any luck, you'll be out of here by morning, which I am sure will please us all.
Especially Admiral Chegwidden who, by the way, sends his regards.
Cut the crap, commander.
Admiral Chegwidden thinks I'm a pain-in-the-ass bureaucrat who never should have involved the Marines in the first place.
And he was right.
Taking the blame, Webb? How unlike you.
If I hadn't involved the Marines, my ass would not be hanging over a very deep chasm right now.
- No offence, major.
- None taken.
I hang asses frequently in my profession.
Your father was shot down a couple of months before I joined the Lexington, so I never had the pleasure.
But I flew with the CAG.
I understand you earned that Distinguished Flying Cross - saving his six.
- Well, I was saving my own six, sir.
The CAG just happened to be in the same aircraft.
Modesty, Mr.
Webb.
It sits well on a man, don't you think? Oh, yes, sir.
Could we get on with the briefing, sir? Of course, Mr.
Webb.
Alfredo, tell our JAG officers what you found out.
- Thank you, Marisol.
- Anytime, sir.
- Mr.
Webb? - No, thank you, sir.
Commander, you'll like these.
Thank you, sir.
Go on, Alfredo.
You won't hurt their feelings.
Alfredo is the damnedest drug agent I ever met.
I swear he asks permission before he arrests someone.
Only if I am interrupting something.
- May I? - Oh, thank you, Alfredo.
Estruga uses Embera Indians as his guards.
They are loyal and quite fierce.
My people have managed to persuade one of the Emberas from the village where Estruga's guards live to provide us with information from time to time.
What does your Embera say happened? He said the guards were unaware of the Recon team's presence until one of the Marines gave away his position.
- How? - Apparently, he yelled.
I find that hard to believe of a Recon Marine, sir.
- So do I, major.
- I don't.
And neither will you after you hear their story.
They were speaking quite openly at the debriefing until they realized there might be charges.
- What charges? - Cowardice.
There's no such charge, Webb.
Dereliction of duty, then.
Whatever.
I don't care, but he's gonna be charged.
Sir, I don't think you have the right to charge anyone in the military, even if you are a special assistant to an undersecretary of state.
Oh, I won't charge him, Lieutenant Roberts.
- Who will? - You will, major.
After you hear what happened.
You don't mind if I sit in, do you? And lose the cigar, commander.
You had a suppressed weapon, didn't you, corporal? - Yes, ma'am.
- Why didn't you use it? I tried.
My weapon jammed, ma'am.
What happened then? I yelled and the place lit up, sir.
It was an ambush, sir.
It had to be.
They knew we were coming.
It's my fault, sir.
I should have reacted faster.
It's not your fault, corporal, if your weapon jammed.
I don't think Sergeant Silva would agree, ma'am.
Charge him.
With what? A jammed weapon? Cordoba's never been in combat.
He couldn't pull the trigger.
The man's a sorry excuse for a Marine.
With all due respect, Mr.
Webb, have you ever been in combat? I was in the Gulf War, major.
Does that qualify? Doing what, sir? That's classified, lieutenant.
Now, because of Cordoba's cowardice, a good man is dead.
And Carlos Estruga is still free to flood our country with cocaine.
Charge him.
We'll charge him if and when we have evidence.
There's something else to be done here.
Enlighten me, Major MacKenzie.
A Marine died in the service of his country.
His body should be transported home to his family.
Major, I understand the virtues of semper fi.
Unfortunately, there are larger issues at play here.
- Such as deniability.
- Yes.
I will not risk sending men back into that jungle.
And that wouldn't be good for your career, would it, sir? No, major, it would not.
Now, if there is nothing else, Ambassador Witherspoon will be glad to hear that the last chapter to this sorry incident has been written.
Except for Corporal Cordoba's court-martial.
Oh, good.
I was about to ask Marisol to get you.
Alfredo has some disturbing news.
Go ahead, Alfredo, tell them.
My agency received a call a few minutes ago from Carlos Estruga.
He claims to have Sergeant Silva.
Excuse me, the doctor said this would happen when I turned 42.
She was right.
Estruga said, "It is my sincerest wish that this not develop into an international incident which will bring harm to the president of your great country.
" You tell him to go to hell.
Estruga can't use a dead body with no identification.
I'm afraid that Estruga says Sergeant Silva is very much alive and quite capable of talking about the Marine's attempt to kidnap him.
- He's alive.
- Maybe.
You don't carry a dead body like that.
You drag it.
He's alive.
Give me a grid.
Isolate him.
Magnify.
It could be anyone.
Yeah, anyone wearing unmarked utilities hanging around Estruga's villa with a shotgun wound.
Grid the shoulder.
One shoulder coming up.
Bud, get Lieutenant Diaz.
- Aye, sir.
- Magnify.
- What are those? - His infrared op ident.
They had those in the Gulf War, Mr.
Webb.
Lieutenant Diaz reporting as ordered, sir.
At ease, lieutenant.
You recognise that ident code? Yes, sir.
It's Sergeant Silva's.
They could have stripped his clothes - and put them on someone else.
- What's going on, sir? There's a chance Sergeant Silva might be alive, lieutenant.
Or Señor Estruga just wants us to think he is, lieutenant.
My man, the Embera I spoke of earlier, might be able to help resolve this issue.
But you must decide quickly.
Estruga wants a reply by 6 a.
m.
That's in 20 minutes.
It wouldn't matter if it was 20 days.
The United States government does not negotiate with drug lords.
The Marine Corps does not leave their own behind.
There's a first time for everything, major.
Señor Estruga is on the line, Mr.
Ambassador.
Thank you, Marisol.
Can you bring another pot of coffee, please? Not enough coffee in the world this morning.
Let's not keep Señor Estruga waiting.
What was the name of that Marine again? Sergeant Silva, sir.
Jesus Silva.
Jesus Silva.
Thank you.
Go ahead.
Then I shall speak in English.
My apologies for calling at this hour, but in my business, the early bird stays ahead of men like you, Señor Rincon.
And it would seem the United States government as well.
Señor Estruga, this is Lieutenant Commander Rabb with the Judge Advocate General Corps.
- Navy lawyer, yes? - Yes.
I have contemplated becoming a lawyer myself.
- Perhaps you should have.
- No.
They have to associate with criminals.
This is Clayton Webb, special assistant to the undersecretary of state.
You sound like an important man, Mr.
Webb.
What do you want, señor? - Do you play go, Mr.
Webb? - What? I'm familiar with the game, señor.
Excellent.
Then I will negotiate with you.
Now, wait a minute.
The commander is not here Mr.
Webb.
I assume the ambassador has settled the jurisdictional dispute, and that I will be negotiating with Commander Rabb.
- That is correct, señor.
- Excellent.
Commander, I have an American Marine.
He is badly hurt, but he will live.
Are you interested? Of course I'm interested.
Then meet me at Saravia Plantation at noon.
There is a shed there that they use for drying bamboo.
Yes, but I will need some verification - that the Marine - Sergeant Silva.
is alive.
- I will bring all the verification that you need.
Noon is a bad time for us.
Would 5 be okay? Quite acceptable.
I shall fix dinner, huh? I make a most delicious grilled goat.
You will come unarmed, of course, but you can bring a friend or two.
As long as they are not Rincon, whose DAS gives me indigestion, or Mr.
Webb who has no interest in the game of go.
- Understood.
- One last point.
If you try to capture me, a video of Sergeant Silva confessing to the operation will be delivered to CNN tonight.
These are AK-47 s.
And the ammunition is from China.
AK-47 s are sold all over the world and Chinese ammunition can't be traced back to the U.
S.
Where'd you learn how to do that, ma'am? I'm a Marine, Bud.
Have you ever had to fire, ma'am? I mean, in anger? Once.
What are you looking for? A burr on the sear pin, a broken spring on the trigger mechanism.
Something that would make this weapon jam.
Nothing, ma'am? No, nothing I can see.
But it could have been a clip of bad ammo.
- Have you examined the clip? - No.
Corporal Cordoba said he accidentally ejected it when they were running.
It happens.
Ma'am, you're not going to shoot I was hoping I missed something.
Would you mind cleaning this for me? - No, ma'am.
- Thanks.
I must apologise for the quality of the photos.
But Emberas are not used to using cameras.
They do well enough with guns.
He took these at great risk to himself.
He also told the agent who picked up the film that he heard the man in these photos speaking English.
Major.
How would you like a dinner of grilled goat? Depends how it's cooked.
Under no circumstances are you authorized to negotiate.
You are to ascertain if Estruga has proof that Sergeant Silva is alive, and what he wants for his safe return.
And then you are to get your six, as you call it, the hell back here.
- What is he doing here? - Apparently, driving the vehicle.
This kid has ruined one mission.
He will not endanger another.
- Corporal, step away from the vehicle.
- Sir? Corporal, it would appear the special assistant doesn't think you're old enough to drive.
Unfortunately, it's his vehicle.
Dismissed.
Aye, aye, sir.
Lieutenant.
You don't want him driving, fine.
You kick him in the guts like that again and next time, I'm kicking back.
You're late.
No, I'm not.
I still have 18 seconds.
What's wrong with Webb? He didn't want Cordoba driving the car.
Told him in his usual tactful manner.
I trust you replied in kind.
Something like that.
What are you doing here, Mr.
Roberts? - Observing, sir.
- Well, do it from the back of the room.
Yes, sir.
Roberts? Yes, sir.
Nothing.
I test-fired Corporal Cordoba's weapon.
It worked.
- So, what do you think? - That he had a bad clip.
The one he lost? He's Recon, Harm.
He can pull the trigger.
Hey, Webb said he couldn't, not me, Mac.
I know.
- Have they left? - Just now.
Panther, this is Pressbox.
Panther, this is Pressbox.
Over.
Pressbox, this is Panther.
Over.
Panther, what is your position? Pressbox, Panther.
We are approximately half a click from Checkpoint Victor.
Roger.
Give me a heads-up when you've reached it.
For a Desert Storm vet, he doesn't have much radio discipline.
We couldn't get him off the horn during the mission.
Pressbox, this is Panther.
We are passing the checkpoint now.
Roger that.
Pressbox out.
Very nice, señor.
Señor? Silva.
Go.
Pressbox, this is Panther.
Pressbox, this is Panther.
What the hell? - Pressbox - Panther, this is Pressbox.
Panther, this is Pressbox.
Do you read me? Damn it.
All right, get your men at Checkpoint Victor out to the plantation.
I want a car out front now.
Cordoba? Watch it.
Look out! Get out! Move, move.
Shoot him! Shoot him! Shoot him! I couldn't shoot, sir.
Too many people in the way.
You saw it.
Didn't you, sir? As you can see, Sergeant Silva was dead and was of no use to me.
However, I now have a live special assistant to the undersecretary of state.
And you have a dead Marine.
Please, have some goat.
I grilled it myself.
Unless, of course, you would prefer crow.
Looks like Webb's gonna find out what Estruga wants all by himself.
I knew he never took that jacket off.
Can't we just leave him there, sir? - Just for a little while.
- No, Mr.
Roberts, we cannot.
He may be a pain in the neck, but he came here to capture a drug lord.
Estruga is the bad guy here, not Webb.
You're quite right, commander.
Alfredo, I'm afraid that I'm going to have to negotiate for Webb's release.
- Sir, you must - I know.
No, no, no.
Sir, you do not know.
It has taken me five years to keep my own government from negotiating with this scum.
If you negotiate with Estruga, it will destroy all my work.
Mr.
Ambassador, forgive me.
- I did not mean - No, no, no.
It's all right, Alfredo.
I like your passion.
Unfortunately, I'm Well, I'm caught between the proverbial rock and a hard spot.
Unless we go in and get him, sir.
Go in where, commander? I seriously doubt if Señor Estruga is holding Mr.
Webb as a guest in his villa.
He could be hiding him anywhere in Colombia.
Señor Rincon, can you contact your Embera at the villa, see what he knows? If it will keep us from negotiating, of course I will try.
Thank you, Alfredo.
Ambassador, you had a hand in getting Southern Command to let Webb use their Air Recon Low, - didn't you, sir? - You want another pass over the villa? If I were Estruga, I'd keep Webb close by.
You got it.
Marisol, would you get me General Fuller at Howard Air Force Base in Panama? - And is that coffee ready yet? - Just about, sir.
As soon as I get the general, I'll bring it in.
Thank you, Marisol.
What else, commander? Any idea what Estruga wants in exchange for Webb? I assume he wants the indictment dropped against him.
But State will never approve that, not even in return of one of its own.
Webb must know that.
I should think he'd look a little more panicked.
- Here you are, sir.
- Oh, thank you, Marisol.
General Fuller's secretary is on the line, sir.
Ambassador Witherspoon.
Sorry to get you at such a late hour, general.
But I'd like to borrow Crazy Hawk.
We have to overfly that estate again.
Anything the ARL photographs is being downlinked to us in real-time.
- ARL stands for Air - Air Reconnaissance Low.
Right down on the old treetops.
I am afraid we are having no luck locating my Embera.
I am sorry.
Pressbox, Crazy Hawk.
Commencing my run.
That looks like something a movie star would build in Southern California.
The man has no taste.
Pressbox, Crazy Hawk.
Run complete.
- American Embassy.
- This is Señor Estruga for Ambassador Witherspoon.
One moment, please.
Ambassador Witherspoon here.
I was going to wait until morning, but your ARL overflights are keeping me awake.
No matter.
I am used to such attention.
Which is why you will not be able to locate Señor Webb.
Speaking Spanish is not polite to the others, señor, huh? I'm afraid we're all a little tired, Señor Estruga.
What is it you want in exchange for Mr.
Webb? My brother Norberto.
What? Do not act so surprised, Rincon, eh? Or didn't your American friends tell you? We can't share information we don't have.
Oh, really? Señor Webb knew it.
- We didn't.
- Commander Rabb.
My opponent in go.
I was hoping you were present.
Where is your brother, señor? Being held by federal authorities in Miami on drug-trafficking charges.
Drug-trafficking charges.
It's ridiculous.
He was an altar boy.
Señor Estruga, please believe me.
This is new information to us.
New or old, you have until 6 tomorrow to deliver him to the bamboo plantation if you want to see Señor Webb alive.
I believe you know the way, Commander Rabb, huh? Trust is an issue that works both ways, Mr.
Ambassador.
- Alfredo - Please, sir.
I find it hard to believe that a special assistant to State - would not inform you of such a thing.
- I don't.
Webb knew we would wanna trade Estruga's brother for Sergeant Silva.
It would be another black mark against his already failed operation.
None of us knew, Señor Rincon.
I am tired but that is no excuse.
Ambassador, please accept my apology.
It's Mr.
Webb who owes the apology, not you, Alfredo.
Commander, I have a notion to leave him out there.
- But you won't, sir.
- No, I won't, but I am gonna call State.
- Marisol.
- Yes, sir.
- Get me Washington, please.
- Yes, sir.
- And - More coffee, I know, sir.
Look, there's no sense in all of us losing sleep tonight.
So why don't you people grab some sleep and we'll reconvene here at 6 a.
M? Thank you, sir.
Alfredo, can I speak to you for a minute? We are not going to sleep.
- We're not? - Of course not.
But you told the ambassador that Someone from the embassy is leaking information to Estruga.
I want them to think we've given up locating Webb.
Did you know this too, ma'am? How? When Estruga called us, he knew Sergeant Silva's name.
How could he? Sergeant Silva was dead and he had no ID.
Someone in the embassy had to tell him.
- Very good, Mac.
- Thank you, Harm.
The only people you told we were going to bed was Rincon, the ambassador and his secretary.
- Right.
- How are you gonna find out - which one it is? - You're gonna do that for us, Bud.
- Me, sir? - You, sir.
Harm? Very nice, major.
You too.
I was always a sucker for dress whites.
Well, you know what they say about dress whites and gold wings.
I wanna take Corporal Cordoba with me.
Mac, maybe his weapon jammed and maybe he couldn't get a clear shot off when they grabbed Webb.
And maybe he can't pull the trigger.
You don't believe that or you wouldn't have defended him to Webb.
Webb is an ass, and I don't wanna believe it, but I'm not gonna risk this op betting on it.
No, but you will risk it betting on your crazy plan.
- Well, it's my six on the line.
- And mine, and the Recon team's, and Webb's, and even if he doesn't go, Corporal Cordoba's.
You know, you shouldn't have mentioned Webb.
You almost blew your point doing that.
He goes? He goes.
Thanks.
- Attention on deck! - As you were.
You go, corporal.
- Yes, ma'am.
Thank you, ma'am.
- Don't thank me.
It's Commander Rabb's op.
Let's go, Marines.
All right, ma'am.
You heard the major, move out.
I won't let you down, sir.
I know you won't, corporal.
Doesn't that make you feel good? I'll let you know when it's over.
What they say about dress whites and gold wings - Yeah? - Very overrated.
We'll see.
Good morning, sir.
This is Lieutenant J.
G.
Roberts, Commander Rabb's aide.
Good morning, sir.
This is Lieutenant J.
G.
Roberts, Commander Rabb's associate.
I'm sorry, sir.
I'm not authorized to reveal that information.
Commander Rabb You have a call, sir.
- Washington? - No, it's from inside the embassy, sir.
- Ambassador Witherspoon.
- Sir, this is Lieutenant J.
G.
Roberts, Commander Rabb's We know who you are, lieutenant.
Oh, you're there too, Señor Rincon.
Good.
- I wasn't quite sure where I'd find you.
- What is it you want, lieutenant? Sir, Commander Rabb wanted you both to know that he's commencing an operation to rescue Mr.
Webb starting at 1300 Zulu.
- That's 8 a.
m.
Here, sir.
- He located him? - Yes, sir.
- Well, where? I'm sorry, sir.
I'm not authorized to give out that information to anyone.
I can only tell you that an operation approved by Admiral Chegwidden is underway using the Marine Recon team and Crazy Hawk.
The commander also requests that Señor Rincon and his DAS forces stand by in case he needs them.
I'm sorry, sir.
That's all the information I can give out.
Sparrow, Pressbox.
Over.
Pressbox, this is Sparrow.
Go ahead.
The invitation's in the mail.
Now we wait and see who shows up for the party.
One of them should have left by now.
Maybe they didn't buy the story about Crazy Hawk monitoring all communication to Estruga's villa.
Sparrow, Poppy.
Over.
Poppy, Sparrow.
No joy.
We may have to rethink this.
Over.
We still have 59 minutes.
Not me, I got visitors.
Looks like I'll have to guess who the mole is.
Unless Poppy, Sparrow.
Do you read? Over.
They've got him, ma'am.
Major.
Rincon? I had my money on the secretary.
Let's hope the commander didn't.
He's taking the turn to the plantation.
You didn't have to wait in the bushes.
Cigars are welcome in my home.
Please, sit down.
Join my game.
I assume I'm the white stones.
They are the ones almost surrounded, huh? I take it that this is a diplomatic call.
In a way.
I have an offer for you from my government.
The only thing I wish to hear from your government is that my brother is on his way here from Miami.
He's not, but if you'll agree to be extradited to the United States to stand trial, I am authorized to guarantee you'll spend no longer than 15 years in a federal penitentiary of your choosing.
Are you really that big a fool or just that desperate, commander? Or perhaps, señor, I've simply outplayed you.
I swapped a dead Marine for a live State Department official and you have outplayed me? Oh, in a few more minutes, you'll no longer have Webb.
Double agents have a way of becoming triple agents, señor.
Rincon is now working for us again.
He won't answer, not anymore.
I think you're lying, commander, but either way, someone is going to die.
Damn it.
Try it, ma'am.
Let's go, Marines.
Now.
Didn't they teach you to check the fuel gauge at OCS, lieutenant? Double time.
It's only half a mile to the plantation.
State approved the swap.
I knew it.
I knew they'd do it.
Commander Rabb was most upset when he learned of Norberto.
I couldn't tell him.
He'd have wanted to swap him for a dead Marine.
Better to swap him for you, eh, Mr.
Webb? I don't think you can compare a dead Marine to a live special assistant to the undersecretary of state, do you? No, no.
No, not at all.
Follow me, please.
Pray that we get there on time, lieutenant.
I am, ma'am.
Mr.
Webb? It's Commander Rabb and the Marines.
They're early.
Take it easy.
So they're a few minutes early.
No, wait.
It's Estruga's helicopter.
Hey, listen, you and I are gonna have some words when we get back to the embassy, señor.
Don't muss the suit.
- Why are you here? - Because you are.
Did you think Señor Webb needed a walk? I am getting him out of here before Commander Rabb does.
He has an operation underway.
He knows everything, Señor Rincon.
Everything.
Whatever he told you is a lie.
If you needed more money, why didn't you ask me? Webb was to trade for Norberto.
They can't even arrange a swap without me.
Estruga, it's a trick.
He got you here.
He got me here.
And he had his Marines follow me.
Let him go.
A little late, aren't you? Thirty, 35 seconds.
Sorry about that.
Where's Estruga? What's going on? We just rescued you, Webb.
But I was to be swapped for Norberto.
State said you weren't worth swapping.
You guard the prisoner.
We need Cordoba with us.
What unit were you with in the Gulf War, Webb? Adjutant Generals Corps.
It works better with the safety off.
Let me have your sidearm, lieutenant.
Yes, ma'am.
You play an excellent game of go, commander.
Thank you, señor.
There's always another game, eh? And I'll look forward to it in 20 years or so.
The secretary of state called me personally this morning to tell me how pleased he was with the outcome.
Another gold star on your record? Well, maybe a silver one.
Listen, I'd I'd like to apologise for some of the things that I said.
Even though at the time, they appeared to be quite justified.
You don't owe us an apology.
Well, actually, I I probably do.
You owe him one.
Right.
I have to see this, sir.
He can't do it.
Give him time.
We've only got 46 minutes.
How do you do that? It's a Marine thing.