JAG s03e15 Episode Script

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S.
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Bancroft, this is Coast Guard 626, over.
This is the skipper of the USS Bancroft.
Go ahead, Coast Guard.
The Tropical Pleasure is not answering our hail and is refusing to stop, over.
Copy that.
She wouldn't be running if she didn't have a good reason.
Well, I'm afraid she's gonna outrun us, commander.
This ship isn't built for high-speed pursuits.
Well, commander, this is the Coast Guard's operation.
You're gonna have to make the call.
This is a Coast Guard law enforcement officer aboard the Navy frigate Bancroft.
Requesting approval to use non-deadly force to stop the suspect vessel.
Roger.
Out.
You have permission to fire warning shots, skipper.
Let's show these jokers we're finished playing games.
This is the skipper.
Fire one shot across the target's bow from the forward gun.
Bancroft, this is Coast Guard 626.
Suspect is not slowing.
Now, that's just plain rude.
Gunner, this is skipper.
Fire another warning shot.
But put this one close enough to get them wet.
Bancroft, this is 626.
Vessel has been hit.
I say again, the yacht has been hit.
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.
New allegations have surfaced in yesterday's sinking of a luxury yacht off the Florida coast.
Witnesses aboard the yacht say the USS Bancroft, a Navy frigate taking part in a joint drug-interdiction operation with the Coast Guard, reportedly opened fire on them without provocation.
Branco Mendoza was on that yacht.
His father, Enrique Mendoza, is minister of the South American Agricultural Alliance.
He is more than just a diplomat.
He is a very important liaison with several key political players in South America.
Does he know his son's a drug dealer? Now, see, this is what I'm talking about.
Commander Rabb's attitude is entirely inappropriate for this sort of incident.
Why, because it's the truth? Whether or not Branco Mendoza was smuggling drugs is irrelevant at this juncture.
The Navy blew his father's yacht out of the water.
Warning shots were authorised because the yacht refused to stop.
That was one hell of a warning.
The skipper doesn't think his warning shot hit the Tropical Pleasure.
Well, what did happen, Rabb? Spontaneous combustion? Well, we're not gonna know that, Webb, until the yacht has been salvaged, are we? One thing we do know.
Mendoza has asked the Secretary of Defence, his former college roommate, for a full investigation.
And guess what? He's gonna get it, in spades.
There are many reasons that boat could have blown up, Webb.
Then I suggest he finds the one that exonerates the Navy and satisfies Minister Mendoza.
Good day, gentlemen.
What happens if we did sink that ship, sir? Well, commander, your job is to find the truth.
Good, bad or ugly.
Enter.
Just got off the phone with the XO of the Bancroft, sir.
They found the wreckage of the Tropical Pleasure.
Sir, Major MacKenzie just told me about the Miami assignment, and I was wondering if it would be possible No.
You don't even know what I'm gonna ask, sir.
Yes, I do.
The answer is no.
There will be no time to visit Disney World, Bud.
No, sir, that's not what I was gonna ask you.
I know.
I was wondering if you'd be able to find somebody else to go on this assignment.
It's Harriet.
I was supposed to go away with her this weekend.
Bud, duty calls.
I mean, I wanted to go skiing this weekend with Annie and Josh out at Wintergreen, but Harriet will understand.
She knows the drill.
Bud.
I got them.
You want a window seat or an aisle seat? - I can't go.
- What do you mean? I have to be on the next plane with Commander Rabb and Major MacKenzie.
Excuse me? Bud, this is the third time you've weaseled out on meeting my parents.
I'm not weaseling.
I'm looking forward to meeting your parents, really.
I just went in there and asked the commander if I could get out of this.
If you don't believe me, ask him.
These are non-refundable.
I'll pay for them.
It's the least I can do.
- Don't worry about it.
- I'm sorry, Harriet.
I gotta go make the arrangements.
- We'll talk before I leave? - Whatever.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Excuse me, major.
I'm sorry.
- Harriet, are you okay? - Yeah.
No.
I don't know.
Come on in.
Spit it out.
It's Bud.
As always.
He was supposed to come with me this weekend to meet my parents.
And now he says he has to go out of town with you and Commander Rabb.
I'm afraid that's true.
I'm sure.
But he's managed to avoid meeting them, like, three times.
I'm starting to think he's doing it on purpose.
Well, sometimes meeting the parents can be a bit unnerving.
Have a seat.
Yeah, but you know what? My parents are great.
And I've been looking forward to this for weeks.
I haven't been home to Naples in, like, two years.
- Your parents live in Italy? - No, ma'am.
Naples, Florida.
It's on the gulf side south of Fort Myers.
- Well, how far is that from Miami? - A couple hours.
So why don't you bring them to meet Bud? - What are you talking about? - Bud's going to Miami with us.
- What? - Yeah, I'm surprised he didn't tell you.
Not as surprised as I am.
I don't care what you heard.
I'm fine.
I'm back in business.
- Branco.
- I'll call you back.
Hey, Pop.
So how are you feeling? A little water-logged, but I'm okay, Pops.
Good.
Not only do you embarrass me back home, but you have to bring your nasty business here too, eh? I don't know what you're talking about.
It's days like this that I'm glad your mother is not alive to see you.
Oh, by the way, you owe me a yacht.
I wanna know who's responsible for this.
The captain of the ship who fired on us.
No.
Those warning shots missed.
Somebody blew us up.
And you're gonna find them.
Lieutenant Commander Rabb, Major MacKenzie, Lieutenant j.
g.
Roberts reporting as ordered, sir.
You're just in time to see what sunk the Tropical Pleasure.
What are we looking at, chief? I'm moving along the starboard hull toward the bow.
The hull appears intact.
I'm gonna head inside.
Well, here's what sunk her, skipper.
A good-sized puncture definitely caused by an explosion.
Internal explosion? Negative, sir.
The edges of the hole burn inward.
- From a round we fired? - I don't think so, sir.
But it could be.
The hole is right here, just below the water level.
Now, there are radial scorch marks around it, which are much more typical of a mine than a Naval shell.
- Any sign of a narcotics shipment? - Afraid not, sir.
What did you find, Harm? A piece of a magnet stuck to the depth sounder.
Probably the only metal on a fiberglass-hulled ship.
It would be the perfect place to put a mine.
Chief, where did you find this? Several feet from the wreck.
- What is that, sir? - Looks like part of a timer pencil.
- You mean like a fuse? - A very old-fashioned one.
Yeah, you'd pull off the safety strip, crush a copper tubing, and break a glass vial of acid inside.
Acid would corrode the wire releasing the striker, the striker would detonate the percussion cap and, kaboom.
The concussion from a shell exploding nearby could have set a mine off prematurely.
That would make it look like she was hit by the shell.
This thing is so old, though.
I mean, they haven't used anything like this in 50 years.
See the yellow band? They would colour code them to indicate duration.
- How long was yellow? - I don't know.
Chief, could, say, a limpet mine with a vintage fuse have caused the hole in this ship? I guess so, sir, but it's pretty outdated.
If someone really wanted to blow up the Tropical Pleasure, why would they go through the trouble of using such outdated devices? Could be to cover their tracks.
It'll be next to impossible to trace the origins of a 50-year-old pencil fuse.
Where was the Tropical Pleasure docked? We got company, and they don't look like tourists.
What is it? - Trouble.
- Trouble? Yeah, they're checking out Mendoza's slip.
Let's get out of here.
Come on.
Branco Mendoza is a Princeton graduate with a degree in chemical engineering.
He brings the raw materials in from Colombia and spends his days trying to create new designer drugs.
Any ideas as to who might have wanted to put him out of business? You mean besides me? The DEA, Customs, and every other law enforcement agency in the state.
We're in here, major.
It could have been any number of rivals within the drug trade.
Then again, it may not have been drug-related at all.
Wanna have a seat? A guy like Branco Mendoza has got lots of enemies.
How many is a lot? This is Coast Guard 7549.
We're on course heading 40 degrees at 25 knots.
You ever seen anything like this before? Yeah.
It's a pencil fuse.
They used them in WW II.
- You ever sold any of them? - Oh, yeah.
- You sell explosive devices? - No.
I sell military memorabilia.
I'm required by law to take the detonation caps out of every one of them babies.
So if somebody were to reinsert them, they'd have themselves a fully functioning pencil fuse? If the acid was still good inside, yeah, man.
- You sold any of these lately? - Oh, no.
They're antiques.
You hardly ever see them anymore.
I had some about a year ago, but I sold them all.
Well, do you have any records about who you sold them to? Oh, man, I abhor paperwork.
You know, save the trees, all that stuff.
All the files I need are right here.
- Right.
- You know, I do remember he was an old guy, and he bought the whole box.
And there was about 20 of them.
Somebody bought a box of these? You didn't find that alarming? Some people collect lawn ornaments.
Larry, you remember what this guy looked like? You know, he was your typical old guy.
He was wearing the uniform.
What uniform? You know, the Bermuda shorts, the sandals with the dark socks.
Same uniform every retired geezer in Florida wears.
So you figure this guy was local? Well, I mean, he comes in here a couple times.
Yeah, I think he could be.
Hey, what's this all about? Did this guy blow somebody up or what? Larry, if you see this guy again, give us a call, would you? Alrighty.
You get the idea that Jungle Larry spent a little bit too much time in the jungle? Yeah.
So, what are we looking at, Bud? An old guy buying pencil fuses.
What does that tell you? Don't know if it tells us much of anything, sir.
If you're looking for an old-fashioned limpet mine, find yourself an old-fashioned sailor.
We'd better check with the Veteran's Administration.
See what former Naval personnel we have living in the area.
Especially those with explosives expertise.
- Harriet? - Commander, hi.
Harriet? Hello.
I'm Harriet's mother, Lydia, and you must be Bud.
Oh, our Harriet has told us both all about you.
No, Mother, this is Commander Rabb.
And this is Bud.
Hello, ma'am.
Well, hello.
Commander, this is my father, Roland.
How do you do, sir? - And, Bud, Roland.
- So good to meet you, Bud.
Could I talk to you for a second? - It was a pleasure to meet you.
- What are you doing here? This is the weekend you were supposed to meet my parents.
- Remember? - Yeah, I know, but l Well, you didn't tell me you were coming to Florida.
- I didn't think that your parents - What you didn't think is you didn't think I'd find out.
- Well.
- Harriet, l I just hope he knows what the hell he's getting himself into.
Hey.
- Got anything? - Branco Mendoza's been a bad boy.
Everything from parking tickets to aggravated assault.
He's very smart.
He's managed to stay one step ahead of the law.
Every time the authorities get close, daddy comes to his rescue.
Oh, yeah? Maybe we should give Webb a call.
See if he can pull some strings at State, get his diplomatic immunity revoked.
- It's worth a try.
- What is all this? Well, I'm trying to find somebody who had a motive.
All of these clippings are potential suspects? Popular guy.
What's the story here? Well, last year, Branco Mendoza hit and killed a teenage windsurfer with his speedboat during a suspected drug-run.
All the charges were dropped, though, when the witnesses mysteriously disappeared when it went to court.
- Are you all right, Bud? - Bud just met his potential in-laws.
How did it go? I'd rather not talk about that now, major.
Good call, sir.
What's this? Washington confirmed your suspicions about the pencil fuse.
According to Forensics, the specific device used had a six-and-a-half-hour fuse.
- What am I looking at, sir? - The grandfather, Artemus Sullivan.
Jungle Larry told us the guy who bought the pencil fuses a year ago was an old guy.
See if you can get an address, Bud.
Find out if he has a military background.
Aye, sir.
Excuse me, we're looking for Artemus Sullivan.
- He's inside.
Room 106.
- Thank you.
Oh, my goodness.
- There.
- Thank you.
Mr.
Sullivan? Mr.
Sullivan? Sir? Harm, I can't find a pulse.
Keep your cat off my lawn.
Mr.
Sullivan, hi.
I'm Major MacKenzie.
This is Commander Rabb, JAG Corps.
We'd like to ask you a few questions.
You want a gumdrop? No.
No, thank you.
Where's my Jell-O? I always get green Jell-O on Sunday.
It's Thursday, Mr.
Sullivan.
We're sorry to have bothered you, sir.
- Have a nice day, Mr.
Sullivan.
- Yeah.
And keep your cat off my lawn.
You think they bought it? Hook, line and sinker.
- Hey, you talk to Mr.
Sullivan? - Yeah.
- Did he have an alibi? - Don't think he needs one, Bud.
- Why's that? - Art Sullivan is an elderly man who couldn't get out of the bathtub by himself.
Are we talking about the same Artemus Sullivan? Because I did a check on an Art Sullivan, see if he had a military record, and it came back that he was a chief in the UDT.
Underwater Demolitions Team? It certainly fits the bill.
Well, he's in a wheelchair now, crippled with arthritis.
But it doesn't seem to be slowing him down much.
According to this article in the Navy Times, he and his buddies just did a 10-mile relay swim for an anti-drug charity just a few months ago.
I think we've been had.
This is the Manitoulin requesting backup.
We are in pursuit of a suspected drug shipment aboard a speedboat.
We're 16 miles due east of Carbon Channel, over.
Boys, we got to get a boat.
Well, maybe Jungle Larry can get us a deal on a patrol boat, huh? And what are we gonna buy it with? Drug money.
Hello? Mr.
Sullivan? Chief, are you home? Nope.
- Let's look around.
- Here comes the next one.
- Everybody ready? B.
B-6.
- Right.
- Yes.
- B-6.
Hey, Harm, I think I found something.
- Oh, yeah? - It's a chart.
Looks like he's been recording the movements of a number of yachts, including Mendoza's.
Well, that's not all he's been doing.
Is that what I think it is? Looks like a homemade limpet mine to me.
And he seemed like such a nice old man.
- You wanna go to Jimbo's to eat? - Yeah, that sounds all right with me.
Oh, what's this? Hey! Hey, hey, hey! You punks! Come on.
- Hey.
- I got it, I got it.
Yeah, baby! - You got it? - Oh, have we got it? - We've got it! - Yeah! Those punks never knew what hit them.
Bingo! - Business meeting? - Who the hell are you people? We were here earlier today, remember? What do you want? Branco Mendoza was on a yacht four days ago that blew up.
Looked like it might have been the work of a limpet mine.
Limpet? What's that? You make this? - I don't even know what the hell it is.
- Really? Well, then I guess you won't mind if I do this, huh? All right, smart-ass, knock it off before you break something.
What's in the briefcase, chief? My lunch, a newspaper and a quarter of a million dollars in unmarked bills.
- No, really.
- Well, then I guess you won't mind if we open it and help you count it, huh, chief? Listen, I've got a little bladder-control problem, and this is a little more discreet than carrying a bag full of diapers.
You know what I mean? Look, chief, in two minutes, I am calling the police, and I'm gonna hand you over to them.
Now, I'm trying to give you a break here, one sailor to another.
We know Branco Mendoza was responsible for your grandson's death.
Then you know that Mendoza is also a drug dealer.
Which gives you a reason to blow up his father's yacht.
Where the hell have you people been? The president declared war on drugs.
We're just trying to help him.
We're? You're not working alone, Mr.
Sullivan? I'm not answering any more questions.
And don't bother threatening me with the police.
You entered without a warrant, which makes this an illegal search.
I don't think you realise the seriousness of the situation you've created for yourself, Mr.
Sullivan.
Branco Mendoza is a dangerous man.
So am I, sister.
Now, beat it.
I've got a diaper to change.
I'm telling you, these guys were professionals.
They ripped me off for like a quarter of a million dollars.
I don't care how you do it.
You find them.
Today.
What the hell are you doing? I'm making a protein shake.
You want one? You know, I got people ripping me off, people trying to blow me up, and you're making a milk shake? There's no milk.
It's non-dairy.
If you don't find my money, you're gonna be on an all-liquid diet, permanently.
Look what our boys left behind.
Look at this.
Artie, are you all right? - Don't even talk to me.
- What? Don't even look at me.
We're being watched.
Oh, shoot.
That ain't nobody but Beemer.
Yeah, relax, Art.
You're imagining things.
Yeah? You think I imagined two JAG officers waiting for me at my place? And they also found one of the limpets we built.
- Now, that's not good.
- Well, don't worry.
I got rid of everything after they left.
But, boys, we are going to be watched.
What about the money? It's safe, for the time being.
Hey, why don't we fake our own deaths and disappear to the Cayman Islands, huh? - Hey, just thinking out loud.
- Well, don't.
If we're gonna do anything with that money, we need to buy Beemer, there, a motorized wheelchair.
So he don't have to stare at us all day like some pet-store-window monkey.
You know, that's not such a bad idea.
A lot of people around here need fixing up.
Jerry Sprackman needs a new pacemaker.
- Izzy Morgan needs his hip replaced.
- Hey, but And I bet Esther Winterstein, here, would look pretty good with a butt tuck.
But what about the boat we wanna buy? And our mission? You think that sinking one yacht and snatching that money is gonna stop Mendoza? It won't even slow him down at all.
Doggone it, I gave an oath to defend this county.
Here we go, Admiral Nimitz.
Get off your ammo box.
You know, you're preaching to the choir, here.
Oh, look, if we use this money for anything, it should be to put Mendoza out of business once and for all.
Yeah.
I ran a background check on everybody at the nursing home.
Six males and two females came up with military records.
Now, these two, Harold Green and Wendell Freeman III.
These were the two guys that were swimming in that charity event with Mr.
Sullivan.
Green was Explosive Ordnance Disposal and Freeman was a SEAL.
Three frogmen.
Who the hell are these guys? This is Major MacKenzie.
Oh, hi, Harriet.
- I'm not here.
- Yeah, Bud's right here.
Harriet? With your parents? No, no, no.
I'm working here with Commander Rabb and Major MacKenzie.
They need me.
Yes, it's true.
No, I'm not.
Excuse me, major, but Harriet would like to speak with you.
Harriet? We are in the middle of an investigation, but I'm sure we could spare Bud for half a day.
You're welcome, Harriet.
Bye.
- Major, did you just sell me out? - I'm giving you the day off, Bud.
But I don't want the day off.
I wanna stay here and work with you guys.
Harriet and her parents drove all this way just to see you.
Commander? - So you play golf, lieutenant? - No, sir.
Bud was on the ROTC judo team.
Really? So you're going to be a lawyer, lieutenant? Yes, ma'am.
And you can call me Bud, ma'am.
Bud.
And that would be short for what? Nothing.
It's just Bud.
- Bud.
- Bud.
Well, that's just like the president's dog.
Actually, actually, his name is Buddy, ma'am.
Wendell Freeman III? - And you are? - I'm Lieutenant Commander Rabb.
This is Major MacKenzie.
We're with the JAG Corps.
You a friend of Artemus Sullivan's? Well, I know him.
Do you know what he's been doing with his spare time? I said I know him.
I'm not his mother.
What happened to his grandson was a tragedy, but it doesn't justify taking the law into his own hands.
Is this how a SEAL spends his retirement, master chief? - Blowing up yachts? - Next time, he could get hurt, or hurt someone else like you, or an innocent bystander.
If you don't help us stop him, you'll be just as responsible as he is.
Guys like Artemus and me, we've been through some serious business.
And we're still here because we don't back down from a fight.
And we damn sure don't sell each other out.
Excuse me.
We have a couple of suspects.
Two of them are frogmen and one of them's a SEAL.
Oh, of course.
The suspects are from the Navy.
I bet you haven't even called the police yet.
I didn't feel it was prudent at this point in time.
- This SEAL got a name? - Wendell Freeman III.
Wendell Freeman? That's impossible.
Wendell Freeman was one of the first African American SEALS.
- Hell, he's gotta be 60 years old.
- Sixty-three to be exact.
One of these suspects is a senior citizen? They all are.
Branco Mendoza killed Artemus Sullivan's grandson, so Sullivan and his friends have taken it upon themselves to bring Mendoza down.
All right, have the golden boys apprehended before you're charged with withholding evidence.
Artemus Sullivan wouldn't have been pushed to this extreme if Washington would send Branco Mendoza back home where he belongs.
Are you hearing this? These are your people, admiral.
What's your plan, commander? Sir, I might be able to convince Art Sullivan to turn himself in if Webb can convince State to revoke Mendoza's diplomatic immunity.
Give your head a shake, Rabb.
Commander, I want this matter wrapped up.
Notify the local authorities and get them involved as soon as possible.
And Mr.
Webb, if I were you, I would take the commander's advice.
Get Branco Mendoza out of this country ASAP before he blows up in your face.
Hey, Harry.
Bring that cart over here.
- What about these? - Beautiful.
We need those.
Could I speak to Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb Jr.
, please? Welcome to our home, Bud.
I'll have Cora make us some sandwiches and we'll have lunch in the garden.
Sound good? That would be great, Mom.
- Why didn't you tell me? - Tell you what? My parents are filthy rich and I'm some spoiled little debutante? You were a debutante? No.
I was a tomboy.
That's why I joined the Navy.
My mom cried for six weeks.
This is my parents' lifestyle, Bud, it's not mine.
And some people have a hard time dealing with this part.
Look, Harriet, I fell in love with a cute ensign that made me feel like I could do anything.
Wherever your parents live, whether it's a mansion or a trailer park, really doesn't matter to me.
I was hoping you'd say that.
Lieutenant.
Harriet, why don't you give your mother a hand in the house? - I can help too.
- Son, I think we should talk.
Right this way, Bud.
- So is that about all y'all need? - Yeah, now that you mention it, could you, by any chance, put your hands on a boat? A boat? What kind of boat? - Fifty-footer? - And a fast one.
One that can be fitted with a working.
50 cal.
And a Y-gun.
- That's some serious hardware, boys.
- Can you do it or not? Y'all got the cash, Jungle Larry's got the goods.
Fellas, I really don't think this is a good idea.
What were you gentlemen planning on doing with this stuff? Why, we're going camping, ma'am.
Artemus, guys, can we have a word with you out front? Come on, boys.
Go around the back.
Change of plans.
Out back.
Out back.
Come on, let's go.
Hey.
- What are you doing? - They was trying to get away.
All right.
Put everybody in the car.
Diplomatic immunity's not gonna let you get away with this one, Mendoza.
- These men stole something from me.
- Oh, that was drug money.
Yeah, well, it was my drug money.
- You people are trespassing.
- Come on.
Let's go.
Hey.
Get down! Holy moly.
- Let's go.
Lock the gate.
- Go, go, go.
I got it.
I got the gate.
You guys have been watching Branco Mendoza.
Where would he have taken Artemus? - Come on, guys, I'm trying to help.
- Can we go now? Why? You in a hurry to go someplace? No, but I got this sciatica, you know? And if I sit too long in one place, my legs start to go to sleep.
- Me too.
- You know, fellas, your friend has just been kidnapped by a very dangerous drug dealer.
I would think you would be eager to cooperate.
- Art can take care of himself.
- Yeah.
You don't know Branco Mendoza.
He's very dangerous, and he will kill Artemus.
No, he won't.
Not if he wants to see his money again.
What is this money we're talking about here? Hey.
Art's life is riding on this.
We confiscated the proceeds from one of their narcotic negotiations.
- You ripped off a drug deal? - In a manner of speaking, yeah.
- How much? - A quarter of a million.
What the hell were you guys thinking? Where is this money now? So is Commander Rabb married? - No.
- Well, is he involved with anyone? Mother, I am not interested in Commander Rabb.
Yes, he is handsome, and he is smart, and he is successful.
And so is Bud.
Darling, I just want what is best for you.
Well, Bud is what is best for me.
And I love him.
Well.
And then she says to me, "I'm sure that wasn't in my job description, sir.
" Pull! - Excuse us.
- What? Lunch is ready.
Darling, we've got your favourite sardine sandwiches.
- Well, good, let's go.
- Lieutenant Roberts.
Commander.
I'm in Naples with Ensign Sims' family.
Very well, sir.
Now? Well, it'll take me about three hours to get there.
Yes, sir.
I'm sorry.
I'll get there as fast as I can, commander.
I'm afraid I'm gonna have to take a rain cheque on lunch.
The commander needs me back in Miami.
That's all right, Bud.
We understand.
Duty calls.
Do you know of a place that I could rent a car around here? - Take one of mine.
- Well, no, I couldn't do that, sir.
I insist.
We can pick it up with Harriet tomorrow.
Maybe the four of us could have lunch.
- Oh, yeah.
- But l No buts about it.
Take the Jag.
Be in Miami in an hour.
Jag? - Where is it? - I couldn't find it.
I told you.
Hey.
You're gonna have to pay for that.
Who do you think you are, gramps? Don't call me gramps.
You think you can come in here and rip me off like I'm some two-bit punk? You are a two-bit punk.
You killed my grandson.
Grandson? I don't even know your grandson.
Looks like somebody got here before us.
Yeah, but I think we're all right.
Yeah.
Where the hell's my money, gramps? You call me gramps one more time, and I'll break your nose.
Can you believe this crazy old man? You got two seconds to spill your guts, or I'm gonna spill them for real, gramps.
I warned you! Hold him down! Hold him down! You hold him down! Hold him down! I wanna know! Yeah.
Hang on.
Branco, it's for you.
They said they got your money.
They said they'll trade it for the old man.
You ain't worth it.
The marina.
Fifteen minutes.
I see anybody who even knows a cop, I'm gonna pull a Dr.
Kevorkian on gramps here.
- Where are they? - Hey, there they are.
We got a guy working on a boat, a couple tourists, otherwise, the coast is clear.
Yeah, I think they're alone.
If they're not, they're both dead, and so are you.
Go get it.
Stop the boat.
You got no authority to arrest me.
I'm not gonna arrest you.
I'm gonna shoot you.
Don't move.
- Hey, Art.
- Hey, what took you so long? Hey, what do you expect? They're only kids.
They blew up my yacht.
Arrest them.
- I got diplomatic immunity.
- Not anymore, you don't.
You've been a bad boy one too many times, Branco.
Daddy's sending you home.
Harm.
- Permission to speak freely, ma'am? - Of course, Bud.
Sir, I'm sorry I got here so late, but I came as fast as I could.
- Did I miss anything? - Oh, no, Bud.
Right on time.
- Where did you get this car, Bud? - It's Harriet's father's.
Can you believe it? He's got a bunch of them.
Hey, would you like to ride in a Jag with a JAG, ma'am? Go.
I take it you and Harriet's parents are getting along? Oh, yeah.
I suppose you'll think this makes you a hero? Not really.
And he still gets away with murdering my grandson.
Well, he won't hurt anyone else in this country, Artemus.
You have some good friends.
You wanna take a piece of advice, I'd stop doing things that might get them killed.
I mean, you guys are getting a little too old for this, don't you think? Commander.
Do you know what it's like to be 72? - No, I don't.
- Yes, you do.
Because it doesn't feel any different than being 50 or 30 or 20.
Some things don't go as fast or as strong, but up here, where it counts, you still feel like that same active young man you were at 18.
Is this your way of telling me you're still gonna get yourself into trouble? Old heroes never die, commander.
They just become the stuff of legends.
- See you around, sir.
- Well, let's hope not.
In an effort to downplay his son's involvement with illicit drugs, Enrique Mendoza has asked the State Department to keep this as quiet as possible.
Which means, the chances of charges being filed against Chief Sullivan and the others is highly unlikely.
Admiral, if charges are filed, sir, I would like the opportunity to represent them in civilian court.
Well, hopefully that won't be necessary, commander.
Provided those boys will stay out of trouble.
I think they'll behave themselves, admiral.
There she is, boys.
She ain't the fastest boat in the world, and she's a little rusty, but she'll get the job done.
Yeah, kind of like us.
You know, I heard you can pick up a MiG jet fighter from the Russkies pretty cheap these days.
- Shut up.
- Hey, just thinking out loud.
- Well, don't.
- Well, don't.
Now, this is what I was thinking, fellas.
Now, think about this.
We'll take the boat down