"What the hell is it, Doctor?" "Don't know yet." "Probably something from the mess hall." "I just hope it isn't botulism." "Get those people over to the VA Hospital, now!" "In town?" "Some of them are prisoners, ma'am." "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." "Oh, he's a buddy of mine." "It's all right." "Hey, Skeeter, you okay?" "Oh, I know you're not okay." "Let's get you out of here." "Something wrong, Bones?" "Uh, not anymore." "Corpsman?" "Watch him." "I got you." "Escape." "Sit down over here." "I've got you." "Escape." "Escape." "Escape." "Prisoner." "Following in his father's footsteps as a naval aviator," "Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb, Junior, 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." "Mmm-hmm." "My God." "This Magida must be one resourceful Marine." "Huh." "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." "Oh, uh..." "Here's the brief you wanted, ma'am." "Thanks, Bud." "RCM 9-10 F-4." "Uh, ma'am?" "The military judge must ensure that the entire agreement complies with RCM 9-10 F-4." "That's it." "RCM 9-10 F-4." "I mean, uh, yes, ma'am." "Thank you, ma'am." "RCM 9-10 F-4." "You think he'll pass?" "If there's a pre-trial agreement, the military judge must make sure the entire agreement complies with..." "By your leave, Sir." "RCM 9-10 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." "You know, 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." "He spiked the water supply with a homegrown 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." "Whoa!" "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 was 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 dishonorably 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 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, uh, 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 going to admit to something I didn't do." "Then we have a problem, sir." "How?" "Think, Marine!" "You are out of options!" "I'm not going to give you a statement." "You've got nothing." "I have a two-star Admiral, sir." "That's got to be worth something." "Mac, 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." "Oh, 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 defense." "Defense for what?" "Uh, some Korean POW took his CO hostage." "Get everyone out of OPS." "What?" "Did I miss something?" "The admiral's being held hostage." "What?" "Yeah." "He calls me in to talk about Billings and changes his mind and wants to discuss a case about a CO taken hostage 40 years ago." "Uh, 45, 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 going to 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 have spent the last eight years in Groton Brig for something that I did not do, sir." "You 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." "J-Just go, go." "Go, go, go on." "Are you sure about this, Ma'am?" "No, but Commander Rabb is." "Security is on its way." "Game is over, Private." "You don't know that." "You only hope that Commander Rabb is smart enough to figure out what Clawson means." "The Commander'll figure it out." "He's the best there is." "Now, give me your weapon." "Have 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 in 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..." "Sir!" "You all right, Admiral?" "I'm fine, Mr. Rabb." "But this Private's got a problem." "Wait." "Wait, hell!" "Get it over with!" "I'll shoot the admiral!" "Lieutenant, back your men off." "Now." "I thought you were a man of action, Rabb." "Not with your life, sir." "Get your hands off of me!" "Not until the lieutenant and the major join us." "Don't do it!" "That is an order!" "If you don't, I'll shoot him!" "Damn it, this has gone far enough!" "Whoever he is, Admiral, he isn't worth dying over!" "Please, sir!" "And you won't be the only one I shoot, Admiral." "Lieutenant, Major, over here, now!" "What do you want?" "The truth." "He wants the truth with a weapon in his hand?" "The admiral's right." "Whatever your gripe is, no one's going to listen to you at gunpoint." "I don't have a choice, sir!" "Everybody, back slowly into the admiral's office." "Come on!" "Commander, I am Corporal Jason Magida," "United States Marine Corps, 8-9-5-6-5-5-0-7!" "I want all evidence and material and transcripts relating to my court-martial." "Don't you do it, Mr. Rabb!" "If you don't, sir, I will kill them all!" "I swear to you, sir!" "Close the door!" "I could have dropped him, sir." "I couldn't afford to take that chance, Lieutenant." "You saw him." "He's volatile as hell." "Get the Special Response Team here, ASAP." "Sir, my men can handle this." "With respect to you and your men, Lieutenant," "SRT is specifically trained to handle hostage rescue." "Are you?" "No, sir." "Tiner?" "Sir?" "I want you to get me everything you can on Corporal Jason Magida, 8-4-9... 6-7-5-5-0-7." "A good yeoman memorizes numbers, sir." "That he does, Tiner." "Good man." "Corporal Magida, this is Lieutenant Commander Rabb." "Corporal Magida?" "I have nothing to say until you deliver my transcripts, sir." "Listen, Private!" "I respect you, sir!" "Why can't you call me by my proper rank?" "Because your correct rank is Private!" "Where did you grow the bacteria culture?" "In the prison filtration plant." "My-My job was to maintain water purity for the disciplinary barracks." "Didn't do a very good job with the purity part of it, did you?" "No, ma'am, I guess not." "You got here fast." "It's not far from Connecticut." "Sit, please." "Ma'am." "Admiral, Lieutenant." "You, too, please." "Please." "Your move, Private." "We wait, sir." "The Commander isn't going to get your files." "You're always right, aren't you, sir?" "Every order, every command, perfect!" "Have you ever made a wrong decision, sir?" "Because you were wrong about me and it's cost me my life!" "Commander, the Pentagon said Magida's court records are sealed, sir." "Classified top-secret." "Now, why would a court-martial be top-secret?" "I don't know, sir." "Is there someone I can call to get them unsealed, sir?" "No." "There's someone I can." "Answer it, Clayton." "People are starting to look." "Sorry, Mother." "It's all right, dear." "Your father gave me years of practice with this sort of thing." "Webb here." "Hello, Webb." "Commander Rabb." "I should have known." "I have to take this, Mother." "I'll be right back." "As long as you're in time for the waltz." "You know how I feel about waltzes." "Sounds like I'm interrupting something." "What do you want, Rabb?" "A favor." "Now why in God's name would I do you a favor?" "Because if you don't, someone's going to leak to Congress that a certain Special Assistant from State was involved in staging the theft of the Declaration of Independence." "You must be in the deep stuff to resort to blackmail, Rabb." "The deepest." "Doesn't look any deeper than usual in here." "You got 'em?" "I got 'em." "And I'm never going to let you forget it." "Where is he?" "He's still holding everyone hostage in the admiral's office." "You know, there was not even a mention of his being court-martialed in his service record." "When they seal a record, they seal everything." "Who's "they"?" "The CIA." "Corporal Magida?" "This is Commander Rabb." "The transcript of your trial is here." "Well, I guess you can be wrong, can't you, sir?" "Leave them six feet in front of the door, sir." "I have shown good faith by getting you the transcript." "As a gesture of your good faith, let one of the officers go in exchange." "Corporal?" "After I get the transcript, I'll let someone go." "You think he'll do it?" "What do we stand to lose?" "Stand by, Private." "Corporal, your records are here." "Lieutenant, bring the records into the room, please." "You made a promise, Corporal." "The lieutenant can join you as soon as he brings the records in the room, sir." "Me?" "A major's worth more than a lieutenant." "The corporal said you could join us, Bud." "I can't leave, sir." "Naval tradition demands that sailors do not abandon their shipmates." "Get out here, Bud." "Sorry, sir." "Good man, Lieutenant." "Now that you've got 'em, what do you intend to do with them?" "Figure out how I was framed." "How?" "Perhaps Private Magida is a jailhouse lawyer in addition to being a jailhouse biologist." "I don't need to be a lawyer, sir." "I have three lawyers right here." "Well, I'm not really a..." "We're going to have a trial." "We have the evidence." "We have the transcripts." "And I have the lawyers." "And who are we gonna try?" "Me." "You're going to be the prosecutor, ma'am." "Lieutenant, you're gonna be the judge." "Me?" "And you, Admiral, you will defend me." "All right." "You know the drill." "Let's do it." "Sir, request permission..." "Sit." "Yes, sir." "You know, I'm not really qualified to be a judge." "I'm not even a lawyer." "I mean, I hope to be one day, but I..." "Are you fair?" "Are you honest?" "I" " I try to be." "My mom was very good at teaching family values." "My sister Winnie, that's a nickname for Winnifred, she said..." "Sit, Lieutenant, before you get us all shot." "I trust you, sir." "Please, sit down." "This court-martial will come to order." "Math, 95th percentile." "Electronics, 92nd percentile." "Science, 98th percentile." "With ASVABS like this Magida could have picked any career path he wanted." "He was on a waiting list for the Enlisted Commissioning Program." "Who is this guy?" "And why was he involved with the CIA?" "Webb?" "No." "I've done all I'm going to do for one favor." "And unlike some people, I have a private life." "Thanks for all the trouble you went to, Clay." "I hope she's worth it, Webb." "Oh, she is." "Believe me, she is." "Lonetree." "Why did that Marine Lonetree spy?" "What did he do it for?" "Love." "Corporal Clayton Lonetree sold out his country for the love of a woman." "Imagine." "Captain Gayle Osbourne, Special Response Team." "Sir." "We'll be taking over now, son." "Are those the blueprints for the building?" "Yes, sir." "Harm?" "This is the room they're occupying, sir." "You know who that is, Rabb?" "He said his name was Captain Osbourne, Special Response Team." "Yeah, sometimes." "But he used to be CIA." "You better get a body bag ready." "Well, you should have taken him out while you had the chance, but then you wouldn't have left me any fun." "I will not stand by and see that Marine killed." "What do you care?" "Magida's a psycho." "Holding the three people you're probably closest to in the world hostage." "You should be happy to see him dead." "What are you doing back here anyway, Webb?" "I thought you had a lady waiting?" "Yeah, well..." "Maybe I don't want to see that kid dead either." "Well, I'll be damned." "Oh, don't try to bond with me, Harm." "I'll get sick." "Now, you take your men outside and cover the windows." "I'll call you on TAC One if I need you." "Yes, sir." "All right, you heard him, men, let's cover all the exits." "All right, Marshall, Jones..." "I have sworn statements from two embassy political officers stating that..." "Political officers." "They were CIA, sir." "Everybody knew that." "...envelope to an Israeli Mossad agent by the name of..." "Objection!" "...Malka Dayan." "Sir?" "This Marine's proper rank is Private, not Corporal." "They were letters, sir." "Letters." "Malka lied." "I gave her letters, sir!" "Exhibit nine." "Two top-secret reports detailing the United States' plans..." "The video of her interrogation is here!" "Play it!" "She's lying!" "...the defendant gave to Malka Dayan." "Play it!" "You'll see that she's lying!" "Order!" "Please!" "Order!" "I was a bad Marine, sir." "I admit it." "I fell for an Israeli national and you're not supposed to do that." "But I am not a bad American, sir." "I am not a spy!" "Photographs of the defendant with Malka Dayan." "It was a love letter." "Not reports." "Admiral, aren't you going to defend me?" "If you don't like my defense, get yourself another lawyer." "Sir," "I know that two wrongs don't make a right." "But if I can clear these espionage charges, then maybe what I'm doing here won't be so bad." "What you're doing is as bad as it gets, Private." "I'm waiting for a ruling, Mr. Roberts." "My client's proper rank is Private." "Sustained or overruled?" "Defend me, sir!" "Order!" "Order in the court, please!" "Order!" "Sorry, sir." "I..." "Sir, will you and the major please approach the bench?" "This is called a sidebar." "You have 30 seconds." "Sir, please." "He has a gun." "I don't care if he's got a tank." "No son of a bitch is taking over my office!" "Are you going to kill an admiral, Private?" "Because if you are, do it." "I am tired of this game!" "I will, sir!" "Jason Magida!" "This is SRT Captain Gayle Osbourne." "Gayle Osbourne?" "How's it going in there, Jason?" "What the hell did you do, son?" "Nothing, sir." "That's what I've been trying to tell you." "I didn't do anything!" "I've been asked to help out with this situation, make sure no one gets hurt." "Jason?" "Jason!" "Where's Commander Rabb?" "Commander Rabb's asked me to speak to you, Jason." "You see, I need to know that all the people you're holding hostage are all right." "Could you have them all call out their name to me." "Would you do that, son?" "I won't speak to anyone but Commander Rabb." "The target is five feet from the door, in the right hand corner of the room." "Now, you stay calm, Jason." "We're getting Commander Rabb for you." "He was there two minutes ago." "Now, he's coming, Jason." "Oh, is there anything else you need in there, Jason?" "How are you doing for food?" "There's a pizza parlor just down the road." "The target is two feet to the right of the door." "Form your stack." "He's going to take him out." "The hell he is!" "Osbourne, stop!" "Get away from the door!" "You're being targeted!" "Magida's wired with explosives!" "Abort now!" "Stand down, gentlemen." "There's no point reducing the building to dust." "Commander, you almost went home in a body bag." "Oh, I don't think so, Captain." "The CIA would have a hell of a time explaining it." "I'm Department of Defense." "Who freelances for beer money?" "Corporal Magida?" "This is Commander Rabb." "Where were you, sir?" "I was in the head." "I'm back now, Jason." "Everything's okay." "Just relax a minute." "Why'd you say he was wired with explosives, sir?" "To buy time to finish this trial." "You're gonna defend me, sir?" "If Osbourne was involved, then you may have been set up." "And if you were set up, so was I." "Now, there is one condition, you will abide by the decision of this... this court." "Sir, yes, sir!" "Agreed, sir." "Affirmative." "Now, I need to talk to Captain Osbourne." "Okay, sir." "Osbourne?" "Admiral Chegwidden." "Hello, Admiral." "Nice to know you're alive." "You don't expect me to return that compliment, do you?" "A.J. and I served together in the Mekong." "What can I do for you?" "Stand down." "I can resolve this." "Oh, you're a hostage, Admiral." "I can't place any value on anything you say." "You will give me time to work this out, Osbourne, or so help me God," "I'll have your ass when I get out of here!" "Well, I'm sure you'd try, A.J." "One hour." "After that, I take him." "Put Commander Rabb on." "Rabb?" "Sir?" "He promised me an hour, but he's lying." "I'll be lucky to get 30 minutes." "Now, Osbourne used to be CIA and there's no such thing as an ex-CIA agent." "Yes, sir." "Understood." "Get me everything you can on a Mossad agent named Malka Dayan." "Will do." "Will do what, Commander?" "See that he gets his hour." "I need another favor, Webb." "When did you discover Malka Dayan was a Mossad agent, Private?" "Everybody pretty much thought she worked for the Israelis." "She was a local hire, sir." "Objection, speculation." "Major MacKenzie is right, sir." "I believe the correct term is "sustained", Lieutenant." "Yes, sir." "Sustained, sir." "I'll rephrase." "How did you discover" "Malka Dayan was Mossad?" "She told me, sir." "She told you she was a Mossad agent?" "Not-Not right away." "But eventually, yes, sir." "Did she say why she told you?" "Because she loved me." "She said that we should stop seeing each other because I could get into trouble." "Yet you continued to see her even after you knew she was a Mossad agent?" "Yes, sir." "I couldn't stop." "Why?" "I loved her, too." "Sir, is there any reason to proceed any further?" "The defendant has provided us with motive, we have overwhelming evidence." "Private Magida passed top-secret documents to a Mossad spy, for love." "That's not true." "What is the truth, Private?" "Malka lied about me giving her secrets." "Why would she do that?" "I don't know, sir." "Bingo." "Malka Dayan was working for us." "The nightcrawler I talked to said she was a Mossad agent." "But she was working for us." "She was a double agent, Harm." "She was actually working for the CIA." "If this nightcrawler friend of yours came up with her picture, he must know where she is." "He doesn't know anything, Harm." "He just dug up a file." "Hell, I had to give him the access code." "Let me know how things turn out." "You could have got that file yourself, couldn't you?" "Look, you got the information, now drop it!" "How'd you know about Osbourne?" "Rumors." "Did you get the access code from rumors?" "Take your hand off that door." "You came back here because you didn't want that kid to die." "What's changed?" "Is there a computer we can use without Osbourne seeing us?" "You have access to a lot of places for a Special Assistant to an Undersecretary of State." "I am a Special Assistant to State." "Sometimes." "And other times?" "I do other things." "Doesn't everybody in Washington?" "Oh, my God." "She's here." "Malka Dayan is working in Washington as an analyst for the National Security Agency." "No!" "I'll owe you one, Webb." "You already owe me into the next millennium!" "Enough is enough!" "If certain people find out what I've done already..." "Malka Dayan is the key to defusing this time bomb!" "Then you go get her!" "If I leave now, your Captain Osbourne's liable to get everyone in there killed!" "He's not my Captain Osbourne!" "Don't quit on me now, Webb!" "I'm not quitting on you, Rabb." "I've done all that I can do." "I stuck my neck way out for you." "When have you ever done that for me?" "In the courtroom, remember?" "That wasn't for me." "You wanted to get O'Hara off the hook for stealing the Declaration." "It wasn't for me!" "It was for both, Webb." "From the beginning, I cultivated him." "Why did you cultivate Corporal Magida?" "The Mossad ordered me to." "That's a lie!" "What did the Mossad want from him?" "They wanted to find out if the Americans knew that Israel was selling missile software to China." "So what did Corporal Magida do?" "He stole two reports from the American Embassy and passed them to me in Jericho Park." "Can't you see that she's talking from a script, sir?" "No, I don't see that." "Are these the documents that Corporal Magida gave you?" "It's lies." "All lies." "Why did she do that to me?" "I loved her." "I need to speak to Private Magida a moment." "Very well, sir." "This court will be in recess for five minutes." "Uh, think of this as a gavel, sir." "My imagination doesn't extend as far as yours, Lieutenant." "You said you had proof the Mossad agent lied?" "It's obvious that Malka's lying on that tape, sir." "Look, son, it may be obvious to you, but unless you have proof, all I have is your word against a mountain of evidence." "And that's just not going to cut it." "All I've got is my word, sir!" "Where is Osbourne?" "I don't know, sir." "He was here a few minutes ago." "Where's Osbourne?" "Checking out the building, sir." "Where?" "That I don't know, sir." "You're in contact with him, aren't you?" "Yes, sir." "Ask him." "Commander Rabb is requesting your location, Captain." "Tell him I'm on the roof." "I'll be down in five." "He says he's on the roof, sir." "Will be down in five." "I think Commander Rabb's on his way up, Captain." "Good." "Right this way, ma'am." "Thank you." "We're running out of time here, son." "Three minutes if you're right about Osbourne only giving us a half-hour, Admiral." "How the hell do you do that, Major?" "I don't really know, sir." "But I'm never off by more than 30 seconds." "Come on, son." "Let's end this." "I guess you're right, sir." "You're all free to go." "Give me your weapon." "I'm sorry, sir." "I still need this." "What is that supposed to mean?" "It means that I am not going back there." "I won't hurt anyone." "You don't need to hurt yourself." "I'm not." "All I have to do is point this weapon at one of those men out there." "Malka Dayan." "Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb." "The man who will owe me well into the next millennium." "And then some." "Where's Jason?" "This way." "Thank you for coming." "Just a minute, Commander." "Who's this?" "The solution to our situation." "Her name, sir?" "Malka Dayan." "One moment, Commander." "Captain." "Commander Rabb has a woman here named Malka Dayan." "Beautiful." "Send her in." "Captain Osbourne cleared her to go in." "Cleared her, Commander." "No one else." "Jason?" "Motik?" "It's Malka." "Jason?" "This is Lieutenant Commander Rabb." "Malka would like to come in and talk to you." "Jason, please!" "Let me in!" "I think it's time you left." "I agree." "I guess you are the action type, Mr. Rabb." "At times, sir." "At times." "Oh, my God." "It's really you." "Why, Malka?" "Why did you do it?" "They said if I didn't, they'll tell the Mossad that I was working for them." "The Mossad would have put me in jail for the rest of my life." "So you saved yourself and you sentenced me?" "No, they said that nothing would happen to you." "And I couldn't see you anymore." "I got 20 years!" "I'm sorry." "I didn't know until tonight." "You have to believe me." "Put down the gun." "I don't want you to die." "Why didn't you come looking for me?" "I didn't think you would want anything to do with me." "Not after what they made me do." ""They"?" "Who is "they", Malka?" "The CIA." "They were afraid the Mossad was about to discover that Malka was a double, so they exposed her as a Mossad agent to avoid the embarrassment of being caught spying on an ally." "What do you think, sir?" "Is this reason enough to reopen Magida's case?" "I think Private..." "Corporal Magida's case will be thrown out as soon as I present it to the Secretary of the Navy." "There's going to be new charges, son." "Serious ones." "I'll face them, sir." "I just want my honor back." "Then give me the weapon." "Do it, Corporal." "You've won." "Get down!" "Down!" "Go!" "Go!" "Don't!" "It's over, Osbourne." "Is Commander Rabb going to murder me?" "Because that's what it would be." "If I have to." "He'll do it." "Well, you've never lied to me, A.J." "I believe he would." "Thank God you didn't pull that trigger, Commander." "You're concerned about me?" "Not about you, sir." "About the commander." "My weapon doesn't have any bullets in it, sir." "Private Magida, the charge of espionage has been overturned by the Secretary of the Navy." "You will be returned to the rank of Corporal and awarded all back pay and allowances." "To the charges of escaping from prison, forging illegal identification, and taking three officers hostage, this court finds you guilty and sentences you to be confined to the Naval Brig at Groton, Connecticut, for eight years." "However, given the eloquent plea by your defense counsel," "I am recommending to the Convening Authority that time already served be applied to that sentence." "Which, if I am not mistaken, means that you are free to return to active duty." "This court-martial is adjourned." "Oh, Jason." "I am so happy."