09x22 - Trojan Horse

[bunniefuu]

(helicopter whirring)

This is not my ship.

The cargo--
it is not mine, either.

Let's go.

Coffee beans throw the
Custom dogs off scent.

I'm no expert, sir, but
that looks like heroin to me.

(g*nf*re)

(grunting)

Check the other door.

(grunting):
No!

Who the hell are you?
I'm Simon Tanveer.

I'm with MI6.

CHEGWIDDEN:
You know, Rabb, only you
could go out to help fine-tune

the rules of engagement
for Afghanistan

and find yourself in the middle
of a smuggling ring.

Well, sir, our w*r on terror
keeps colliding

with our w*r on dr*gs.

The Wake Island was
the closest coalition vessel

at the time an MI6 agent
aboard a Pakistani freighter

radioed for a raid, sir.

What do you know about the guy?

Well, Navy Intel says
he's one of the best, Admiral.

He was behind the arrest

of several top
Pakistani t*rrorists.

However, sir, he is a spy
and not an investigator.

I could really use someone
who knows the drill.

All right, I'll have Mac on
the next flight out of Andrews.

Is there a t*rror1st connection
to the dr*gs?

Well, the drug captain says
there is, sir.

He's cooperating.

Claims he works
for a Karachi-based drug lord

with ties to Al-Qaeda.

Sounds like a valuable witness.

That's how I felt, sir.
That's why I was supervising

his arrest, instead of
maintaining chain of custody

over the heroin cache aboard.

And?

And, sir,
the ship's log documented

the cargo as weighing 195 kilos.

However, by the time
we'd inventoried and weighed it,

it was one kilo short.

A kilo?!

Yes, sir.

Rabb, the outcome

of this investigation could
affect the navy's credibility

in these drug seizures.

Do you understand me?

Loud and clear, Admiral.

Sir.

Ma'am, this way.

Okay.

RABB:
Simon.

This is
Lieutenant Colonel MacKenzie.

This is Officer Simon Tanveer

of the British
Secret Service.

Colonel.
Nice to meet you.

Officer Tanveer is working
the case with us.

I thought he could assist you
in your interviews.

Oh! Thank you, Commander,
for taking the initiative

to think my duties
through for me.

Petty Officer, will
you show the colonel

to the legal office?

I'm wanted
on the bridge.

I'll let the captain
know you're here

and I'll check
in on you later.
All right.

Ma'am.

So, tell me, Officer Tanveer,
how is it that you managed

to infiltrate a closed community
like the t*rror1st drug trade?

I'm typecast for the part.

My parents are from Qatar,

I speak seven different
dialects of Urdu,

and I guess
I'm persistent.

I've heard
the good ones are.

Well, I give your navy
most of the credit

for bringing
in the drug ship.

Any chance you'd
call me Simon?

Simon, from what I've been
told about you at my briefing,

you are awfully humble.

♪ Ooh... ♪

♪ I bet you wonder
how I knew... ♪

ROBERTS:
Corporal Witherspoon b*at out

50,000 other singers
to win the competition.

Then he signed a
seven-album record deal

without reading
the fine print.

His unit's now deploying,

and his record company
is threatening

to sue him for
breach of contract.

He could end up owing
them a lot of money

that he doesn't have.

Soldiers and Sailors
Civil Relief Act

was primarily meant
to protect servicepeople

from losing their homes and
such while they're in-country.

A record deal falls
outside its parameters.

Well, exactly, sir.

Corporal Witherspoon is at risk.

I got to convince
the record company

to either postpone the
corporal's recording dates

or let him out
of his contract.

Petty Officer?
I'm sorry, Commander.

I was just hoping
to speak to the lieutenant.

Is it true that you're going
to meet Corporal Witherspoon?

I couldn't believe
it when a marine won

the American Icon competition.

I think he's just...

Dreamy?

A real role model, sir.

Do you think you could get
his autograph for me, sir?

Well, I doubt
that he could deny

his own lawyer
an autograph.

Thank you, sir.

Prospect of money

can change people,
Lieutenant.

You know, Varese has made
and lost her life savings

three times over?

Bad label deals,
bad management,

bad agenting.

People she trusted...

When you go to L.A.

to confront the label,
Lieutenant,

you take your sunscreen
and your shark repellent.

♪ I heard it through
the grapevine... ♪

We've been through this
before, Commander.

The SEALs secured
the freighter

and rounded up the prisoners
aboard the drug ship.

You were there, sir.

The drug cache was flown
to the Wake Island

and taken below deck.

I supervised
the weighing and counting

of the drug parcels
in the cargo hold,

and then I secured
the cache myself.

I can't explain
how we came up short, sir.

RABB:
Pure heroin.

Street value somewhere near
half a million dollars.

That's pretty tempting
to a guy who's in debt.

You left your ex with a lot
of bills when you deployed.

Now she's trying to execute
a judgment on your m*llitary pay.

Half a mil
will come in pretty handy.

(chuckling):
You are very good.

You deceived me fully.

You were the best man
on my crew.

(laughs)

And you, lovely madam,

I look forward
to speaking

with your CIA
about my employer.

My wish is to go live
with my brother in Chicago.

My wife will be so happy
that I'm arrested.

I'm no smuggler.

I'm just a family man
from Golimar.

MacKENZIE:
What about the rest of
the men on your crew?

Any of them the type who would
have stolen a kilo of heroin?

All of them are!

Sea dogs, every one!

They were only searched
for weapons

when they were arrested.

Well, we'll need to do
a more invasive search,

if you know what I mean.

You Brits are the ones
leading the charge

in criticizing
the U.S. m*llitary

for its handling
of prisoners at Gitmo.

I need to know
you're on board with this.

(in Southern accent):
Bring it on, Colonel.

You go by "Mac," right?

With my friends.

Where I'm from,
that's a raincoat.

How about Sarah?

ROBERTS:
Honey, I'm home!

SIMS:
Bud, you're early.

MIKEY:
I thought you said he
was going to be at work.

Well, I thought he was.

Bud, you've tried so hard
to get Mikey to forgive you,

but I just couldn't stand
it anymore,

and I asked him up here to try
and talk some sense into him.

Did it work?

(sighs)

You two infuriate me,

so if you need a referee,
I'll be in the kitchen.

Excuse me.

Mikey.

Mike, I'm sorry.

Okay, I've been trying
to tell you this,

but you're...
you're just as stubborn

as a mule.

Okay.

We both are, all right?

We... probably got it
from Dad.

Bud, I don't think you would
have called me worthless

if you didn't believe
it a little bit.

But I don't want my nephews
thinking I'm not around

because I don't care.

And I've missed Harriet.

So, for everybody's sake,

I think you and I should
find a way to get along.

You know, act like
brothers again.

Just act?

That's all I can
promise right now.

Well, if...

if I agree to this for now...

you promise we'll try
to put this behind us?

(whispering):
Yeah.

I'll look in on
Harriet and the boys

while you're out of town.

I promise I won't
lose anybody this time.

(chuckles)

What's in California, anyway?

Oh, a marine has
a contract dispute

with the owner
of some record company--

Cosmo-Disk?

Howie Black.

Yeah.

Bud, he's a living legend.

He signed half the bands
in my CD collection.

Really?

My brother, hanging
with Howie Black.

MAN:
We went to the drug ship
to prepare

the heroin for
transport, sir.

We strapped
the package tight,

fixed the load lines to it.

We had not done a preliminary
count because we had intel.

We knew the package
was not booby-trapped.

We prepared the load,
gave the pilot Lieutenant West

the weight and dimensions,
then we hooked the pendant.

Lieutenant West externaled
the load, sir.

RABB:
The petty officers weighed

the cache to make sure
it was within your limits.

Do you remember
the number?

479 pounds, three ounces
exactly.

Petty Officer Thurmond, was
this pallet part of the load

you weighed aboard
the freighter?

Yes, Commander, the heroin
parcels were secured to it.

51 pounds, eight ounces.

Plus 195 kilos.

That's 481.4 pounds.

The load weighed
2.2 pounds less than that.

One kilo.

The heroin was missing

before the load was moved
to Wake Island.

(sighs)

TANVEER:
Your master-at-arms

is taking his time.

That's not the kind
of thing you want to rush.

(chuckles)

Good call, Colonel.

Guy had nearly
a quarter ounce on him.

Great. Tag that as evidence,
and give us a minute with him?

Yes, ma'am.

This guy-- Agha--
worst of the bad.

Even by the standards
of this motley crew,

he was a malcontent.

You look like
the dog's dinner, Agha.

A dog like you would know.

See? You Yanks don't
have the monopoly

on spreading joy
around the world.

You're already in jail.

Just tell us if you took
the missing kilo.

Why?

So your navy will not seem
unprofessional in its piracy?

So you can tell
your British friends

it was not your fault
their evidence was taken?

I have no reason to
tell you anything.

And you...
a Paki who lets himself be used

as a tool for the colonialists.

Ah, you've had 57 years
to get over that one.

We can offer you
leniency.

I do not trust
either of you.

Your promises are as false
as your pretext for w*r.

You are exactly
the kind of rubbish

that makes good men like
my father look like criminals.

(grunts)
Hey!

Simon! What the hell
was that?

That was an
interrogation tactic.

Something you in uniform

can't get away with.

MacKENZIE:
Guard!

Your CIA does this.

And more.

Sarah.

Commander Rabb said
I'd find you here.

Yeah, instead of b*ating a
confession out of a prisoner,

our new best friend
the freighter captain

is telling Agha that unless
he gives us a straight answer

about the missing heroin,
he'll rat him out

to the Pakistani
drug lord as a thief.

That's smart.

That man would just as soon
slice and dice you

as take tea with you.

Are you sure you haven't been
to spy school, Sarah?

You're in a better mood
than last night.

Look, Agha's not the type

to give anything up
without a fight.

I knew that,
I acted accordingly.

You think pretending
to be like one of them

makes you start forgetting
which side you're on?

You're not asking
about me, are you?

I'm only here
because I can read people.

Who's the spy, Sarah?

Who are you
really worried about?

(men speaking Arabic)

Sir, madam,

he says he'd rather take
his chances

with the drug lord in Karachi

than to be seen
cooperating with the West.

He clearly does not
know what he's missing.

I have found you
so-called infidels

to be most gracious hosts.

Agha stays on the suspect list.

We need to look at personnel
files for this ship.

Those who were with the cache
before it was moved.

MacKENZIE:
Ooh, some party.

RABB:
Yeah, they look like hunters
around a four-point buck.

How's Tanveer working out?

Oh, he could use
a vacation.

So could we all.

However, the admiral
insists we involve him

in the investigation.

That shouldn't be a
problem for you, though.

You have a way
with spies.

I'll be topside.

I get the feeling

your partner
doesn't like me.

You just deal with stress
in a way we're not used to.

Because that isn't
the way

that Clayton Webb
blows off steam?

Well, I knew you had
some intel connection

after what you said
in the brig.

I rang Vauxhall Cross
on the ship-to-shore.

Seems you've done
some undercover work yourself

in Paraguay with Webb.

I've never had the pleasure
of meeting the man,

but he's... known

in my circle.

I went in to act as his wife.

Still acting
as his wife?

MAN:
One, two, three.

SOLDIERS:
One!

One, two, three.

I know I should
have asked

my chain of command,
Lieutenant.

It was a dumb move,

thinking I could
be a singer

and still be
in the Corps.

No, signing
a contract

without consulting
an attorney,

that's a dumb move.

But wanting to sing...

I sing at my church,

Corporal, and my wife thinks
I'm pretty good.

So you know why
I was so flattered

Mr. Black wanted
to sign me.

Listen, Corporal, can you
tell me without reservation

that you want to go
with your unit to the Gulf?

Yes, sir!
Without reservation, sir.

OFFICER:
Adrenaline was
running high, sir.

It's not every day a SEAL
detachment gets to handle

a multimillion-dollar
drug seizure.

Maybe in this celebratory
mood, somebody got sloppy.

Got sloppy...

or got greedy, sir?

I deserve to know
what you're accusing me of.

Well, I'm not accusing you
of anything, Lieutenant.

However, there was
a kilo of heroin

missing from the cache
before it was delivered

to the LHA.

And you think
one of us took it?

The dr*gs were sealed in
plastic when you found them.

They were compromised,
and there was a kilo missing

when it was delivered
to this ship.

It wasn't one of us,
Commander.

You got to be honest
with yourself, Lieutenant.

There were six men
in your unit.

Was there ever a time
when one of them had

an opportunity
to take the dr*gs?

SEALs are not DEA agents, sir.

We're not trained
for drug interdiction,

evidence handling,
or prisoner transport.

But it seemed at the time

like processing Officer
Tanveer-- a potential witness

to link dr*gs to t*rrorists--
was the priority.

I left Petty Officer Wilks
in charge of the drug cache.

How long was he alone
with the dr*gs?
Maybe 20 minutes, sir.

I left him in that position

because I trusted
him, Commander.

I still do.

Thank you very much,
Petty Officer.

You're welcome.

(chuckles)

Ah.

You know, I'm impressed

Webb can keep a
girlfriend, Sarah.

I've never known an
intel man who could.

I guess
all you single spies

get together once in a while,
commiserate?

Me, a couple of
Mossadis I met in Syria,

and a former
Soviet anorak

I use as a bug planter
sometimes.

We get bevvied up

and talk about the girls
we haven't loved before.

How long have
you been out in the cold, Simon?

Well, I
remember the day

the U.S. started
bombing in Afghanistan.

Because I was there,

picking up a
load of opium.

That was three years ago.

Long time
to be undercover.

You ever been caught?

Tortured?

Is that what happened to Webb?

Look, what you're afraid
of with Webb, Sarah,

it happens slowly.

You notice one day

that you haven't slept
for a week,

and you start to fancy a drink
more often than you used to.

Maybe one day,

you leave
your wife,

because if you don't,
you're afraid

of what you might
do to her.

Has he hit you, Sarah?

Is he drinking?

No to the first question.

And he has been drinking
more than usual lately.

Since Paraguay?

Since Paraguay.

Petty Officer Randy Wilks.

Says in this report

that you saved his life.

What about him?

Juvenile record
with an enlistment waiver

from Naval Recruiting Command.

Possession, intent to sell.

Four marijuana joints.

Well, pot isn't heroin,

and I doubt your UCMJ makes
a former bust

admissible
in court.

You're right about that.

Wilks never would have made it
in the navy

if the judge really believed
he was selling,

but it's something.

Maybe cause to look further?

If Wilks was in contact
with the heroin

after he left the freighter,
it might show up

in an opiates test
of his clothing.

MAN:
Lieutenant Roberts,

are you questioning
my patriotism?

Because I invented patriotism.

I am the American dream.

No, of course,
Mr. Black.

All that I'm requesting
is that you postpone

the corporal's
recording dates

until after he returns
from the Gulf.

Pop star marine.
Pop star marine.

That's a whole campaign.

It's not going to work

if I have to drop the album
after the w*r ends, is it?

Besides, it's a recruitment
incentive, Lieutenant.

I-It's like a win-win situation.

Are you following me on this?

Are we done here, Lieutenant?

No, no, no,
we're not done.

Look, the corporal is going
to Iraq with his unit,

whether you like it or not.

At question is whether
you're going to sue him

while he is gone.

Look, he's only 22,

and you're threatening
to ruin his life.

At 22,
if the Marine Corps thinks

he's old enough to fight,

then I make the
logical assumption

he's old enough
to read a contract

which he has signed.
Thank you very much.

MAN:
Yeah, no problem,
no problem.

Mr. Black?!

I got a lunch to go to.

But it's after 4:00.

Third lunch today.

Nothing happens in this town
unless it's done over lunch.

Learn that and you'll go far.

Chastity will validate
your parking.

I took a taxi.

Ciao.

Hey, it's the Quantum Leap guy.

There were traces
of heroin

on your clothing,
Petty Officer.

You're the only one
in the compartment

with a prior drug arrest.

I was 16 when I was arrested,
Commander.

I learned a lesson from it.

That's why I left home
and joined the navy.

Please, sir, ma'am,

I didn't take
the heroin.

Is there anything
you'd like to tell us

before we start
the search?

We're in a mood
to deal, if you are.

All right, let's get to it.

♪ ♪

Well, well, well.

Well, you just gave
your C.O.

reason to convene an Article 32.

Take him into custody,
Petty Officer,

and then send somebody
to secure the evidence.

We'll recommend a hearing
aboard ship immediately,

so you can return
to London.

I appreciate the hospitality,
but I've lingered long enough.

You're a witness, Tanveer.

And I'll happily provide
my testimony in writing,

as soon as I get home.

You'll remain onboard
for the hearing,

if I have to chain you
to your rack.

Was that really necessary?

I would have thought
he'd want to remain

aboard with you
as long as possible.

Well, finding out
I have a boyfriend

seems to have dampened
his enthusiasm.

Oh, so, it's official now,
you and Webb?

Why are we talking about him?

Well, you keep saying that
he won't talk about himself.

Then along comes
his British counterpart,

and you two get
awfully cozy.

Maybe you're... maybe you're
trying to get a little insight

into Webb's way of life.

CHEGWIDDEN:
Well, didn't this one
come together by the numbers?

Commander, you'll be defending.

Colonel, you'll prosecute

Petty Officer Wilks.

Aye, sir.

Aye, aye, sir.

How's James Bond?

MacKENZIE:
Officer Tanveer is cooperating.

Well, that's a
matter of opinion.

A disagreement, how novel.

Well, Colonel,
you must have a response.

I don't feel the need to
defend my opinion of Tanveer.

But you will nonetheless,

and the commander
will take exception.

Oh, you say you won't,

but you can't help yourself,
both of you.

Sir, in all fairness,
the commander and I

have worked together
successfully for...

Luck and skills make up
for your occasional

lapses in professionalism.

You know, it might
inspire you to know

that everyone from the Pentagon
to Whitehall

has a vested interest
in your handling of this case.

Please, please,
keep me apprised.

We finally made him snap.

I think the SECNAV is
pressuring him to resolve this

in a way that won't
embarrass the navy.

Well, then why didn't
he just say so?

Your back's been bothering
you for a while now.

I'm fine.

It's just a battle scar
from tangling with Sadik.

I have a spy to prep
for his testimony.

(knocking)

We had a meeting
two hours ago.

I'm knackered, Sarah.

You know, Commander Rabb
doesn't think

you're taking
this case seriously.

I'm starting to agree.

God forgive I should offend
the mighty Commander Rabb.

What's the deal
with you two, anyway?

Is he a diversion
for when Webb's out of town?

That was totally
uncalled for.

We don't know each other
that well, Simon.

Sarah, Sarah,
I'm so sorry.

Look, look, I'm just...

I'm just exhausted.

Please forgive me.

Mr. Samad, how much heroin was
on board the Zara Khan

when she was raided

by Petty Officer Wilks'
SEAL detachment?

195 kilos.

Sir, Mr. Samad's logbook
confirming the same

has been entered into evidence
as Government Exhibit One.

CAPTAIN:
So noted, Colonel.

What you do
is illegal.

Why keep such
incriminating records?

I feared my employer
more than I feared the law.

It is a stupid sailor

who transports
another man's dr*gs

without keeping
a close eye on them.

MacKENZIE:
How was the heroin
packaged for shipment?

Parcels weighing
one kilo each

were wrapped
in cellophane.

Then the whole
of those packages

were sealed in plastic.

Sealing the cargo in plastic

also insured that my most...
disagreeable crew

wasn't tampering with it.

I checked the load two hours
before your SEALs came.

Was the package intact?

Yes, madam.

I know it was
without a doubt.

My life depended on it.

Thank you.
No further questions.

I have no questions
for this witness.

ROBERTS:
Mike, I'm glad
I got ahold of you.

You're my resident
Howie Black expert.

MIKEY:
Have you met him yet?

Yeah, but...

It's like we speak
a different language.

Of course you speak
a different language.

Bud, you and I are used
to a world where there's order.

In the navy you know
what's expected of you.

You move your way up
the ladder at regular intervals.

There's no rules
in Mr. Black's world.

Yeah, well, I'm learning
that the hard way.

Howie Black started out
in the mail room.

Five years later
he was the vice-president

of the very same record company
he now owns.

So are you saying
that I should just give up?

No, no.

What I'm saying is,
if you want to win this,

then you're going
to have to play

by his rules of engagement,
you know.

What do you know
about the guy?

I know he likes to go to lunch.

So make lunch your battleground.

Meet the man on his own terms.

Oh, and for Pete's sake, Bud,
don't let him intimidate you.

That's how he talked Ice Berg
into forking over

all the publishing on
Straight Outta Bensonhurst.

Okay, Mike.

I'm just about ready
to go take on a living legend.

Thanks.

WOMAN:
I wiped a surface test paper

across Petty Officer
Wilks' shirt

and then applied
the reagent.

The test paper turned purple.

Indicating what?

Residue
of an opiate, ma'am.

Thank you, Chief Tracy.

Chief, what is
your medical specialty?

I'm a technician, Commander.

And what does that entail?

I process blood
and urine samples,

biopsy material, swab cultures
and the like.

So you're not used to testing
for illicit narcotics then?

No, sir.
Our medical department here

is set up
to treat wounded personnel.

Who else had access

to Petty Officer Wilks' shirt
as it was being tested?

Just the other technicians...

and the doctors and nurses,
I guess.

Patients?

I suppose so, sir.

Then it would be
fair to say

that the medical
department

of the USS Wake Island

does not have the security
of a crime lab?

No, Commander.

Does it,
in fact, have

any security at all?

Just the locks
on the pharmaceuticals.

Everything else is
pretty accessible,

and sometimes
things go missing.

Thank you, Chief.

No further
questions.

This hearing is in recess

until 0900 tomorrow.

Oh, thank you
for joining me

for one of your lunches
today, Mr. Black.

Well, thank you for
the invitation, Lieutenant.

I suggest that you get
this Kobe beef.

It's fantastic.

Of course the sticker shock
on that steak's a k*ller,

but it's worth every dime.

Waiter?

Are you ready, sir?

How you doing?
Good.

Can I get the,
uh, Kobe beef?

Very good.
Thanks.

Uh, I guess I'll
have the, uh,

the-the miso soup
and... a water.

Yes.
(laughs)

Well, I have to hand it
to you, Lieutenant.

You're a top ten
with a b*llet for persistence.

Do you get... do you get sort of
overtime pay for that?

(laughs)

Mr. Black, not only am
I not getting overtime,

but I'm not being
reimbursed for the 60 bucks

of Japanese cow
you're about to enjoy.

When you work
for the navy,

you're rewarded
in-in other ways.

We believe in fraternity,
the ability and willingness

to sacrifice for others.

Well, you see,
the thing is,

that the corporal--
he has star quality.

Star quality.

Do you know how hard
that is to find, man?

Well, he's also
a highly trained marine

who's willing
to fight for his country,

and that doesn't grow
on trees, either.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you come

down to Camp Pendleton?

See him in action.

See for yourself.

Come to Camp...

You see, I'm a very busy man.

I mean, how's about a month
from Thursday?

Do you know
what I'm saying, Lieutenant?

Well, he deploys in 48 hours.

That is a dreadful shame.

Well, Mr. Black,
you really leave me

no other choice.

See, the w*r on terror
has broken down a number

of bureaucratic boundaries.

That has given the m*llitary
unprecedented access

to a number
of other governmental agencies.

The IRS, for instance.

And I'm sure that the
Treasury Department

would have no problem
helping the DOD

in making sure that
Corporal Witherspoon

stays in good standing

with both the marines
and his record company,

even if that includes
a complete audit

of said
record company.

(laughs)

LIEUTENANT GASTON:
Petty Officer Wilks and I

secured the cargo hold after

a brief confrontation
with several crewmen,

during which Officer Tanveer

identified himself.

I wasn't sure it
wasn't a trick,

so I asked him to
join me on deck.

That way, he could
be the first

to be interrogated
by Commander Rabb.

I knew a second helo was inbound

to take the detainees back
to the ship's brig,

and to be honest, I didn't know
what else to do with the man.

So, you left Petty Officer Wilks
alone in the cargo hold?

Yes, ma'am.

No further questions.

Lieutenant, how long has Petty
Officer Wilks served under you?

Almost a year, Commander.

How well do you feel
you know him?

Very well.

In Special Ops,
knowing who

you can count on
and who you can't is something

you have to determine
right away.

I'd say I know
the petty officer

as well as I
know any man.

I take him at his word.

Has he offered you
any explanation

as to what happened?

He said he
didn't do it,

and I don't see
how he could have.

I don't see
how anyone could have.

After I left the prisoners
with you, Commander,

I went back down
to tell the petty officer

he could stand down.

The petty officers

from the Wake Island
had arrived,

and they were to prepare
the drug cache for transport.

That load was
completely intact.

No sign of tampering.

So unless the petty officer
is Houdini,

he isn't your man.

He shouldn't
even be the one

having to defend himself
here today.

As the senior officer
on that mission, I should.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Redirect, sir?

Yes, Colonel.

You said you knew
Petty Officer Wilks

as well as you know any man,
and that you believed him

when he denied taking a kilo
of heroin and hiding it

in his quarters.

I stand by what I said, ma'am.

Did you also know about
his juvenile drug arrest?

No, Colonel.

I did not.

Well, doesn't
that make you wonder

what else he might
be hiding from you?

Objection-- relevance.

Sir, the commander
opened the door

to this line of questioning
when he asked the lieutenant

for a character reference
of the accused.

I agree, Colonel.
Overruled.

TANVEER:
Ah, I could tell

we were near some
American naval activity

because I'd seen
the overflights.

I figured it was
as good a time as any

to pull the cord.

That is...

to contact my handler
in Kutch on the shortwave.

And he was to contact

the nearest
coalition naval vessel?

Yes.

That man,
who ironically dwells

in a section of India known
for its wild ass sanctuary...

(laughs)

...was to get
on the line to a ship.

MacKENZIE:
Could you give
the investigating officer

the chronology
of events

after that?

Yeah, I organized a piss up
with some grain alcohol

I'd stashed aboard to take
the crew off its guard.

You were in the cargo hold
when the SEALs breached it.

Lieutenant Gaston testified
that it was because of you

Petty Officer Wilks was
left alone with the dr*gs.

Yes, I went topside
with the lieutenant

and that's when your
petty officer took the kilo.

Objection.

Witness assumes facts
not in evidence, Captain.

Colonel MacKenzie, can you
keep your witness on track?

Apparently not.

No further questions.

Officer Tanveer, you...

said it was ironic
that your handler

lived near a wild
ass preserve-- why?

Because he is one.

I've been in place
for the duration, Commander.

That's too long.

And you blame your handler

for keeping you
undercover too long.

Relevance, sir.

Uh, may I have some latitude,

Your Honor?

Tie this up
in short order, Commander,

or get off the subject.

Yes, sir.

Why do you think your handler
left you undercover so long?

It's because, but for me,

the heroin in that ship
would be in Amsterdam by now,

being bindled up to sell.

Europeans and Americans
and Brits...

We're all financing
their w*r against us.

We're doing it with oil
and we're doing it with dr*gs.

I have no further questions,
Your Honor.

Your line of questioning
today was curious.

I just let the witness talk
about what he wanted to.

(indistinct page)

Chief, you have
a minute?

Sir.

You mentioned
on the stand

that medical supplies
are disappearing.

Yes, sir.

Thanks
to my testimony,

my C.O.'s making
me inventory

everything
this evening.

So what exactly
is missing?

Well, so far,
swabs, cotton balls,

half a case of small
cc syringes.

Thank you, Chief,
that'll be all.

Yes, sir.

So, who in their right
mind would take dr*gs

aboard a ship where
random urinalysis is SOP?

Only someone not subject
to the UCMJ--

Tanveer-- which is
why you invited me along

on this fact-finding mission.

Well, you saw him
on the stand, Mac.

There's definitely
something wrong.

So how do we
catch him, Harm?

I doubt he's just
going to confess.

(a*t*matic g*nf*re)

DRILL INSTRUCTOR:
All right, there, devil
dog, stay on your face!

Crawl through
that wire!

(grunting)
Oh, okay.

All right, I'm waiting on you.

Too slow, too slow.

Get back,
try it again.

Oh, yeah, go...
(g*nf*re)

What is that?

Get low!

I said get low,
devil dog!

Want me to do
something for you?

You want me
to come down there?

Cease fire.

Cease fire.
(whistling)

I got you, marine.

Shake it off,
come on.

Let's get you
to your feet.

BLACK:
If Corporal Witherspoon

trained these boys from
scratch, he's not doing

much of a job of it,
is he, Lieutenant?

You all right
there, devil dog?

It's okay.

We'll walk you
through it again.

We'll walk you
through again.

Let's go.

You see that?

Corporal
Witherspoon

knows his marine''
capabilities and limitations.

He's a good marine, Mr. Black.

He belongs
with his unit.

(scoffs)

(panting)

(whispering):
Come on, come on, come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

(panting)

Should have known
something was wrong

when I saw
the guard gone.

RABB:
Probably not thinking

too clearly right
at the moment, though,

are you, Simon?

Why?

At first... to protect my cover.

The drug lord didn't know me.

He'd no reason to trust me.

You became a junkie
just so you could fit in?

I'd been there too long, Sarah.

I needed results
for the service.

Look, I knew if I refused
the dr*gs...

he'd never believe
I wasn't a plant.

In the beginning
I only used

in front of him.

I'd go back
to my place

and try to clear my head
after every meeting.

I remember the day
I started using it for...

for other reasons.

It was getting
too hard to shake it off.

I realized then I needed it.

Petty Officer Wilks
is not guilty, is he?

No. No.

I'll tell your hearing officer
that I'm the one.

I'll do anything you want.

Just, uh, just let me
at one little bit, just a taste.

I'll do whatever you want.

That's not going
to happen, Simon.

It's mine! Look, I'm
the one who gave it to
you in the first place.

Simon, you need help.

Isn't that the bloody point?!

I'll get
the ship's doctor.

(grunting)

No, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no.

Don't do this.

Please, please,

don't do this.

Grab the gear,
let's go.

Get on the bus.

ROBERTS:
Well, you've run the clock
out on me, Mr. Black.

What's it going to be?

Is Corporal Witherspoon going
to be able to lead his men

without the thr*at
of a lawsuit hanging over him?

Well, a trip
to the Gulf,

that would give
a publicist

a lot to play with,
wouldn't it?

But then again...

Mr. Black, what
if the corporal

sh*t his first video
in S*ddam's palace?

S*ddam's palace?

You can do that?

Absolutely.

After Corporal Witherspoon
is discharged

from active duty,
he's all yours-- deal?

It's a deal.

You know, you're really
good, Lieutenant.

You ever get tired
of the navy,

you come work for me.

Six figures and sunshine
all year round.

Really?

You betcha.

I already have a job, Mr. Black.

I came out here to defend a man

who was ready to walk away
from a lot of money

to serve
his country.

I'd be a hypocrite

if I wasn't willing
to do the same thing.

Okay.

(chuckles)

WITHERSPOON:
Sir.

Well, Corporal,
you're off the hook.

He's agreed not
to file suit.

Oh, that's great, sir.

I can't thank you enough.

Well, maybe you'll
give me tickets

to one of your
concerts someday.

Not a problem, sir.

Godspeed, Corporal.

Thank you, sir.

♪ From the halls of Montezuma ♪

♪ To the shores of Tripoli ♪

♪ We fight
our country's battles ♪

♪ In the air,
on land, and sea... ♪

ALL:
♪ First to fight
for right and freedom ♪

♪ And to keep
our honor clean ♪

♪ We are proud
to claim the title ♪

♪ Of United States Marines. ♪

Well, I just, um...

I cut through the plastic,
and I, um...

sealed it back up
with a cigarette lighter.

I made sure you found
the marijuana arrest

in Petty Officer
Wilks' file.

By putting the kilo
in the vent

I stood a good chance
that some of the heroin

would get
onto his clothes.

Well, now I know
how you did it.

You want
to tell me why?

I let myself
believe that my, um...

addiction was part of the job,

something I was doing
for my country.

Yeah, that's
too easy, Simon.

You're not the only one
who ever went undercover.

I'm weak, okay?

Look... look, I just, uh...

It was a way to forget
what was happening to me.

You could have been
honest with me.

I was ashamed.

No, I don't think that's why.

Sarah, maybe I just
didn't want to quit, hmm?

Maybe I just liked it that much.

But, uh...

Look, I'm better now.

I'll never go
to that extreme again.

Never say never.

You're only ever as good
as your last sober day.

I still have so many
questions for you.

I know that, Sarah,
but I can't help you.

I don't have
the answers you're after.

Webb told me in Paraguay

that emotions are
a liability to an agent.

That shouldn't be
a problem for him.

His reputation
is that he hasn't any.

What if he were starting
to let someone in?

Starting to...

Starting to fall in love?

Then he's let his armor down

and it's time
for him to come home.

Good-bye, Sarah.

Good-bye, Simon.

You'll be happy
to know, Commander,

that I've informed
my organization.

I'll be standing
my own disciplinary hearing

on my return to London.

Good luck.

MAN (over speaker):
...by 0600 hours every day.

All personnel are reminded to...

(sighs)

You get the insight
you were hoping for?

More than I wanted to know.

Well, Mac,
you know,

it isn't easy, I mean,
even when things

are normal,
relationships are...

Harm, I've seen
you through

how many women?

You've watched me fall in love,

fall out of love,
get confused, get angry...

What is normal?

I don't think
there's any such thing.

You know, we've been dancing
around this for a year now.

Are you in love with Webb?

I might be.

So you're doing
what you always do.

Not committing,
leaving your options open.

Are you trying to throw
me into his arms, Harm?

Is that really
what you want?

If you love him, it wouldn't
really matter what I want.