JAG s05e08 Episode Script

Go, go, go.
Police.
This is a raid.
Stay where you are, you'll not be hurt.
- Get him.
- I got him.
We have a warrant to search the premises.
- Go.
- Hold still and don't move.
- Get down.
- I got him, I got him.
- Get back over here.
- Hands up.
Hands up.
Straight ahead.
This way.
Two more in the back, sergeant, and a closet full of grass.
Hey, get a load of this.
Cocaine.
Are you surprised? Yeah.
When it comes with a return address.
You've checked this? And double-checked it, Mr.
Secretary.
That is the colonel's address in Panama and she is his wife.
His current duty? He's in charge of a drug interdiction unit, sir.
Wonderful.
Enter.
Well, I trust you packed for a potential disaster, commander? Well, Admiral Chegwidden gave me the broad strokes over the phone, Mr.
Secretary.
Then let me emphasise a few salient points before you and Colonel MacKenzie head for Andrews.
Now, this isn't just any Marine colonel we're talking about.
Unfortunately, Dunston's role in our drug interdiction unit in Panama makes him high profile.
It will be bad enough if his wife is involved in the cocaine trade.
But if Colonel Dunston is in it with her, our war on drugs turns into some smirking hyena's comedy routine.
The 3 pounds of cocaine the police found yesterday, Mrs.
Dunston declared the package as cigars and shipped them through embassy mail.
So it was couriered to Miami and hand-carried through customs.
Any warning signs before this, sir? - About Colonel Dunston or his wife? - Nothing.
Of course, we know less about her, but 27 years of service, Dunston's been pure Marine.
Four commendations for Desert Storm, fast-tracked to be on the next year's one-star list.
He married former Olivia Banning in 1995.
His second marriage, her first.
We need you to find out if Dunston's turned into a criminal, or he's just tragically blind to whatever his wife's been doing.
An NCIS agent will brief you when you get to Panama City.
Colonel MacKenzie is ranking officer.
You'll be in charge of the investigation.
- Yes, sir.
- Problem with that, commander? No, sir.
- Anything else, Mr.
Secretary? - Yes.
Make sure I know what's going on before I read it in the New York Times.
Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
Can I help you? Yeah, yeah.
Is Bud Roberts around? - Lieutenant Roberts? - Lieutenant? That's pretty high up, isn't it? Higher than me.
I'll see if he's in his office.
- Thank you.
- Who should I say is--? Ron Katz.
I thought it was you.
- You were on 60 Minutes.
- Yep.
Right.
Right.
Man, Wahwahpedal.
com is the greatest website ever.
Thank you.
Thank you.
It's music, you know? People like-- Bud.
Excuse me.
Katzenjammer? - Bud.
- Get over here.
Hey, look at you.
- Hey, big guy.
- Hey, you look sharp.
No, look at you.
- Sir.
Unbelievable, man.
- You bet.
I told you I'd make it back East.
I figured you'd be counting all your money.
I was spending it.
I bought a Porsche.
Oh, yeah.
Can you believe me cruising around Menlo Park in a Carrera? I can't imagine you without an Oingo Boingo T-shirt and the tape on your glasses.
All right.
Easy, easy.
And now my wife wants me to buy her a vacation home in the Hamptons.
Out of control.
Now, what happened to you? Did you go down with your ship? - No, no, I slipped on a wet pier.
- I never should've let you out of sight.
You're not safe away from a keyboard.
Hey, look, you got some time? I'll take you out for lunch.
We'll get some pizza.
I'll buy.
I got a client waiting for me and I have a suppression hearing.
- What about dinner? - I can't, dude.
I've got this thing with the Council of Economic Advisors.
- Tomorrow night, Wall Street Journal.
- What about the next night, Ronnie? - Lunch would be better.
- Lunch, great.
- You can meet Harriet and baby A.
J.
- Great.
Maybe we can get together and play a little bit of King's Quest.
If I can find it.
- For the world championship? - No doubt.
I'll bring the Jolt, you e-mail me the directions.
- I will.
Say, 1:00? - Perfect.
- See you.
- Okay.
You guys really know each other? Oh, yeah.
Roommates in college.
We used to have races taking PS2s apart and putting them back together.
And I kept telling him he should go into business with me.
See you.
Tiner, friend of the lieutenant's, right? Yes, sir.
Ron Katz, the Internet guy.
Did you know he's worth $400 million? Blimey.
He must have a lot of gold in his teeth.
It's a mean, dirty little country.
And this city is its armpit.
So I guess you're not gonna be sad when we finally hand the canal back to Panama and leave.
Overjoyed.
On one condition.
December 31 st, Colonel Dunston's ass is in jail.
Are you that sure he's gone bad, or are you just tired of busting sailors for smoking a joint? Dunston's too good at his job not to know what's in those care packages his wife's been mailing.
Hey, NCIS is not required to work with JAG.
I'm just showing you the sights out of professional courtesy.
Well, we'll keep that in mind, if the sight you promised us ever shows up.
She just got here.
Never misses a Tuesday.
- Which one is she? - The one in the blue dress.
Who are the other two? The Officers' Wives Social Club.
They're planning a Christmas party.
They shop together, they even target shoot together.
There's no way she fits in.
Looks like she does.
No, she's just faking it.
And you think that her husband Colonel Dunston's drug interdiction program is a sham too, huh, Grondyke? You're the JAG lawyers.
Why don't you ask him? I thought we should drop by and introduce ourselves, colonel.
It's awfully late for a hurry-up security inspection, isn't it, Mr.
Barrett? All the troops will be out of the country in a little more than a month.
Well, it's a perfect time for some of Noriega's old friends to start causing trouble, colonel.
So this isn't just somebody at State sending down civilian consultants to stuff their pockets with tax dollars? That's the usual drill.
But wait until you see what kind of job we do before you judge us, Colonel Dunston.
I'm not gonna judge you at all, Miss Madden.
I don't have the time.
The war on drugs does not stop in Panama just because our military presence is ending.
But your office is in the embassy, sir, and embassy security is our assignment.
You'll have to catch me when you can.
I come and go at all hours of the damn day.
It's a smuggler's schedule if you wanna know the truth.
It must be tough on your family life, sir.
My wife married a Marine officer.
She knew what she was getting into.
And she's the best, Mr.
Barrett.
The absolute best.
You think she's here to pick up decorating tips for the Christmas party? Yeah.
Cocaine icicles.
Wait.
You're not going in there.
- I what? - Well, think about it, Mac.
- A tourist couple in a dive like that? - It wouldn't be a first.
We'll stand out like lamb chops in a lion's den.
Alone, I'm just one more Ionely gringo on the prowl for company.
You got the camera, right? Yeah, I got it right here.
So, what was it like seeing him again? Has he changed? No, Harriet, we just talked for a couple of minutes.
Well, he wasn't wearing a mask.
You must have noticed something.
Well, actually, Katzenjammer still reminded me of a guy who keeps the blinds closed.
- Bud.
- Okay, I kept the blinds closed too.
And I lived off Doritos and Ding Dongs and my favourite movie character is HAL from 2001.
"As a computer, I find your faith in technology amusing.
" Gee, you make your college experience sound so exciting.
Well, it was fun, Harriet.
And it worked out great for Ron.
I mean, he just got a new Porsche and he's buying a vacation house.
- Yeah, well, he can afford it.
- Yeah, and we can't.
Yes, but is he happy? He's ecstatic.
Harriet, I had an opportunity to be his partner.
It could have been me.
Everybody has a story like that, Bud.
Well, do you? Almost everybody.
Is it really that bad? Harriet, the one and only Ron Katz, my pal, my roommate, asked me to be his partner.
But? But I thought his idea was crazy.
I mean, the Internet? Right? I mean, who's that gonna appeal to except nerds like us? So you didn't have a crystal ball.
No, what I didn't have was the guts to take a chance.
I played it safe, and look at me.
I'm a loser.
Not tonight.
We'd better get out of here.
So who's going to ask first? Ask what? What was a nice girl, guy, whatever like you doing in a dump like that? Well, I was there to sample the local cerveza.
How about you? I wasn't there to watch men fight over me, although I suppose it was flattering.
Well, your date left in a hurry.
Charming fellow.
Or maybe it wasn't a date.
Let me guess.
He's your insurance man, there to have a chat about term life.
Oh, it's too soon for games.
I don't even know your name.
Steven Barrett.
If I'm not mistaken, isn't that place off-limits to the military? - Who said I was military? - You're American.
Down here, that's usually enough of a clue.
You asked me my name.
No, I said I didn't know your name.
Maybe I like it that way.
Oh, mystery woman.
You finally figured it out.
- Sorry I'm so slow.
- You didn't look slow back there.
It doesn't seem to be doing me much good now, though, does it? My hotel's the next block.
The Marquesa.
I should probably take you to your door after what you did, but it won't kill you to walk.
Afraid somebody might recognise you? I'm a mystery woman, remember? Bye.
Bye.
Interesting investigative technique, Sherlock.
Why follow a subject when you can have them give you a ride and a kiss good night? - She's a little impulsive.
- Impulsive? Were you gonna strip-search her next? Because that would really crack the case.
Do you wanna hear what happened in the bar, - or do you wanna bust my chops? - Both.
Damn.
Up 18 bucks? Mr.
Katz's stock, right, sir? - How did you know? - Oh, I always check it, sir.
I bought a hundred shares.
- You did? - Yes, sir.
It was an idea waiting to happen, a searchable database for music.
I'll bet you own a lot of it.
Not that it's any of my business, sir.
Oh, you're right, Tiner.
It's not.
Lieutenant Roberts, Mr.
Katz said he wanted you to be his partner.
Yeah, he did.
Jeez, sir.
He makes more money in an hour than you-- We-- I make all year.
Why didn't--? Tiner, are you here for any particular reason? Yes, sir.
These papers are for you, sir.
I put a résumé on top, sir, in case you see Mr.
Katz again.
I hesitate.
Tiner doesn't.
Terrific.
His name is Rojas.
Carlos Rojas.
Runs an import-export company.
But I hear that it's having lean times.
Which may explain why he's been moving coke for the Sauteras family.
In fact, he's probably on the phone with them right now about the gringo that's sniffing around, Mr.
Barrett.
I guess I should have just let Mrs.
Dunston get raped and killed, huh, Grondyke? That would have wrapped up the investigation.
This case should have stayed in NCIS.
- So Rojas is her connection? - Pretty much clears the colonel.
Unless they're all in it together.
You think that Colonel Dunston's conspiring with the man sleeping with his wife? We don't know they're sleeping together.
Yeah, we do.
- I need to see you.
- Carlos.
To hold you, kiss you.
Touch you.
I don't know, Carlos.
Pull down the straps of your dress.
First, the one.
Then the other.
I think we get the picture.
He called her an hour ago.
You tapped Colonel Dunston's phone? I tapped the phone of a criminal who shipped cocaine to Southern California.
But not at that bar.
Nine o'clock.
The Plaza de Francia.
By the fountain, mi corazôn.
I'll be there, Carlos.
Grondyke, does Colonel Dunston use snitches in his war on drugs? - Sure.
- I'd like to meet one.
Lieutenant.
Finally emerged from the library.
I thought we were gonna have to send the SEALs in after you.
Oh, I wish you had, sir.
All I found in there was bad news.
You know that the fear of detection trumps the voluntary abandonment defence? United States v.
Miller, correct? I should have known that.
When you feel up to it, you can come to the gym with me and beat the fitzwillies out of the boxing bag.
Boxing, sir? No worries, mate.
The bag won't hit you back.
And it's great to work off stress.
I don't know if it's quite my style, sir.
No, I understand.
It's either in your heart or it isn't.
It's in your heart, sir? I was boxing pro at 17, Bud.
Winning too.
You know, when you hit a bloke properly it's like it strikes a chime in your viscera.
Wow, I never thought about it like that.
But you say that you quit boxing professionally? - What happened, commander? - Well, you know that chime? Well, when you're the bloke getting hit properly, you don't hear it.
All you see is stars and black lights.
Happened to me in the small arena in Perth.
And I had this big bloody fight set for Sydney six weeks later.
But I joined the Navy instead, and it was happy sailing ever since.
Ever wondered what might have happened if you'd stayed being a boxer? Only every day, mate.
Only every day.
You're late.
Yes.
Forgive me, señorita.
I have a big party to set up.
He's a caterer.
It's a great way to meet drug dealers.
Is that who you're working for today? No, no.
Today, we celebrate the departure of yanquis like this one.
We understand you sometimes supply information to Colonel Dunston, Bernardo.
Sometimes, yes.
We need you to do it again.
You and the lady? Well, you are Americans.
You can speak to him any time yourselves, yes? And your past can bite you in the butt.
So why don't you cooperate? We would appreciate it, Bernardo.
Very much.
- For the lady.
- Bernardo.
We need you to tell Colonel Dunston there will be a cocaine delivery tonight.
A man named Rojas is giving it to an American woman.
She has a name? Just tell him that she's the wife of an American military officer.
Make sure that he's clear on that, Bernardo.
The meeting takes place tonight at 9:00 between Rojas and the American woman at the Plaza de Francia, by the fountain.
Well, if Dunston shows up tonight with his Marines, we know he's honest.
- If not - He's as dirty as his old lady.
There's Rojas.
Right on time.
He's not the only one.
Here comes Colonel Dunston.
Only he doesn't have his Marines with him.
Damn.
Doesn't look like he's here to bust drug smugglers, does it? I told you he was dirty.
I told you.
I told you.
You saw it.
Let's go bust him.
- For what, Grondyke? - It was right there in front of us.
Yeah, it was.
What exactly did we see? Colonel Bradley Dunston and a drug smuggler.
The head of the ever-Ioving Interdiction Unit hanging out with the enemy.
You have a strange idea of hanging out.
So they were arguing about money.
Somebody probably shafted somebody.
You could hear? I couldn't.
He should have come here to bust Rojas.
But he was alone and out of uniform.
I'd like to know where Mrs.
Dunston was.
She's the one who had the date with Rojas.
The colonel probably gave the old lady the night off from drug smuggling.
Maybe he locked her away at home too, Grondyke.
And came here to confront Rojas about their affair.
Let's ask her.
Ask her? Marines, never satisfied unless they're going head-on with something.
She's an amateur.
If I come down on her hard enough, she might crack.
I think I should interrogate Mrs.
Dunston.
If you interrogate her the way you follow her, you might end up proposing.
You talk to the colonel at the same time so they can't sync their stories.
All right.
Lieutenant Roberts, need help with something? Oh, no, gunny.
I'm just getting myself some coffee.
Guess I'm all set.
I'm aware of the situation, sir.
The old roommate.
The Internet.
Tiner.
I'd rather not say, sir.
But we all go through things like that.
I suppose.
It was a girl, sir.
What? For me.
It was a girl in high school.
She wanted me to take her to the junior prom.
I had a humongous crush on her.
Well, I guess the next logical step would be the junior prom.
But I couldn't do it, sir.
- Why not? - I was afraid I'd look funny.
You don't look funny to me.
Well, lieutenant, I didn't have the right clothes.
I couldn't get my father's pickup truck because he had to work an extra job.
And this girl and her friends, they were pretty well off.
She ended up going out with somebody else.
Affirmative, sir.
Son of a dentist.
They got married too.
I saw them at my high school reunion.
- Really? - Yes, sir.
She was still beautiful.
But he was kind of fat.
She got me alone by the punch bowl.
What did she say? You know, sir, I don't know if this is the best story to be telling you right now.
Gunny, what did she say? "You should have called.
" Cease fire.
Lay your weapon down.
A range safety officer will assist you in securing your weapon.
- Olivia Dunston? - Yes.
I'm Lt.
Col.
Sarah MacKenzie, United States Marine Corps.
- Is it about Bradley? - It's about you.
- I don't understand.
- You will.
I need you to come with me.
Lieutenant, how's that survey coming? Survey, sir? The survey you're taking about your colleagues' life decisions.
Sorry, admiral.
I should be focusing on the Fartheringham court-martial.
Walk with me.
Now, Lieutenant Tiner seems a bit distressed.
Apparently, you haven't gotten around to him yet.
I wasn't planning on it, sir.
For your information, his older brother owns a topless bar in Virginia Beach.
Tiner turned down the offer to be his day manager.
Well, that's not quite what I'm looking for, sir.
Well, that leaves me.
I wouldn't want to pry, sir.
Well, don't let the rank scare you, lieutenant.
You really wanna talk about what you wanna talk about, sir? Summers in high school, I worked on a ranch in Wyoming.
Could have been a cowboy.
I should call my husband.
Fine.
What are you gonna tell him first? That you're sleeping with Carlos Rojas or that you're smuggling drugs? Carlos? You know? You're not very discreet, Mrs.
Dunston.
Does Brad know? You didn't tell him, did you? I didn't come down here from Washington because of your social life.
I came because of the drugs.
What drugs? The drugs you sent to California.
Does this look familiar? What the hell does this have to do with embassy security? That was a cover story, colonel.
The Pentagon sent us down here.
To investigate me? Is that how they thank me for tearing my guts out on this job? For breaking up smuggling in the Port of Panama and raising hell with the pipeline out of Colombia? A bunch of Capitol Hill cowards who never saw a tough decision they couldn't table? Colonel, you were observed last night at the Plaza de Francia with a known drug dealer, Carlos Rojas.
- Observed by you, commander? - Yes, sir.
Care to say what you were doing there, sir? I was telling that weasel to stay the hell away from my wife.
It was supposed to be this big adventure, you know.
Living in a foreign country.
But it was just boring and hot and dirty.
And I didn't know anybody.
And Brad was working all the time.
I met Carlos at a reception at the embassy.
He's a legitimate businessman.
You call cocaine a legitimate business? He told me they were cigars for his uncle.
Cuban cigars.
You can't get them in the States.
Mrs.
Dunston, nobody is gonna believe that.
I swear, it's true.
So your meeting with Rojas had nothing to do with drugs? No, commander.
It did.
I got a tip Rojas was there to give drugs to a military wife.
You wouldn't know anything about that tip, would you, commander? Yes, sir.
I sent it.
Commander Rabb, I don't know you personally, but your work is despicable.
How do you battle drug dealers, colonel? With e-mail? I got the tip, your tip, and I figured if it was true, the drug cartel was using this gigolo to plant drugs on my wife to embarrass me, to discredit my mission and shut down our war on drugs.
And I told Rojas I was on to him and it wouldn't work.
Which is it, colonel? You were there for the good of the program or for your marriage? Both, commander.
They coincided.
It was my lucky day.
I thought they were cigars.
Then why don't you just arrest me? Because first, we have to talk about your husband.
She's my second wife.
Mary, my first, died in an accident with our son.
Well, I'm sorry, colonel.
Walked around in a damn fog for a couple years.
Then the Corps sent me to PG school in Monterey.
And there was Olivia, running a boutique in the town.
Man, she brought me back to life.
Colonel, your wife had a date with Rojas last night.
You showed up.
Why didn't she? I told her I was going to the Plaza de Francia, on business.
So you thought it was just a coincidence that your husband had a business meeting at the same time and the same place as you were meeting your boyfriend? Yes.
Or he knew about Carlos.
I couldn't ask.
I just stayed home.
- What else could she do? - You didn't tell her you knew, sir? Commander, I've been working 80 hours a week.
I leave her alone for days at a time.
She made a mistake.
I want the mistake to go away.
As far as you know, sir, has your wife ever been involved with drugs in any way? She may have been Ionely or angry enough to start an affair.
But she would never be vicious enough to do anything-- To hurt his work.
It's his life.
I had the affair.
I am sorry.
I wish I didn't, but I did.
But that's all.
So he doesn't know much and she doesn't know anything.
Poor dear barely knew her own name.
Their stories fit perfectly.
Do you think the colonel was telling the truth? Well, if he is, he's certainly not competent to be running a drug interdiction program.
Fooled by his own wife.
Millions of husbands are fooled every day.
Not like this, Mac.
Harm, she practically seduced you the other night.
- She did not.
- You knew I was watching.
Oh, I see.
Otherwise, she would have swept me off my feet.
Because we men are weak before the power of this vixen, huh? Well, so far your team is not doing too good with her.
So you obviously think she's lying, then? You think she's telling the truth? Guys like Rojas prey on women like Mrs.
Dunston, Mac.
What? Now she's the victim? - It's possible.
- No, it's not.
There's a lot of offshore banks here in Panama.
Hush, hush.
Top secret.
But I have my sources.
Olivia Banning.
That's her maiden name.
Four deposits into an account at the Panama branch of the Consolidated Bank of the Turks and Caicos Islands.
Eighty thousand dollars in her name.
I guess those were very expensive cigars.
You.
Me.
I hope you didn't get the wrong idea from the other night.
I'm Lt.
Cmdr.
Harmon Rabb, United States Navy, Mrs.
Dunston.
I'm with her.
And Agent Grondyke, the NCIS.
Well, I already spoke to your friend.
I don't have anything else to say.
But, Mrs.
Dunston, we never got around to the topic of your secret bank account.
What bank account? The bank account with $80,000 in your name, Mrs.
Dunston.
Carlos, he asked me to open up an account as a favour.
You never smuggled cocaine.
And now this account isn't yours? Do you really expect us to believe anything you say? I was such a fool.
No one was ever so stupid.
I really thought they were cigars, at first.
And then I became suspicious and Carlos told me what I had been doing.
And I wanted to stop, but he wouldn't let me.
I had to keep sending drugs because I had been sending drugs.
Or he threatened to tell your husband, right? He threatened to tell the world.
Oh, God.
I just couldn't let that happen.
I couldn't let anything happen to Bradley.
And the bank account? You never took a penny? No.
I just wanted to keep my husband from getting into trouble.
To protect the anti-drug program, you had to keep smuggling drugs.
I know what it sounds like, but I didn't have a choice.
I'm supposed to see Carlos tonight.
He has some cigars for me to put in the embassy mail.
It's not gonna be happening.
Oh, yes, it will.
So we can catch Rojas in the act.
No, I think Mrs.
Dunston should make an airline reservation.
What? Why? Rojas is working for the Sauteras family, right? It's their drugs he's shipping.
So if they got the idea that Rojas was hanging on to tonight's package so he could run off with his girlfriend, how do you think they'd react? They'd use him as shark bait.
I want you take her to the Air Panama office.
Have her buy tickets for herself and Carlos Rojas to somewhere exotic and far away.
- Why? - If the Sauteras family hears this, Rojas will be so busy running and hiding that he won't have time to discredit your husband.
Take her shopping.
Airline tickets, maybe a couple of suitcases for her trip.
Since when did it become our mission to avoid discrediting Colonel Dunston? We're supposed to use our initiative.
Would you rather protect the war on drugs or make sure that an officer's wife gets arrested? You're protecting Colonel Dunston, not the program.
The program can withstand a little embarrassment, Mac.
Colonel Dunston is the one facing the garbage-patrol command.
Which he doesn't deserve, okay? Just because his wife is a messed-up bunny who got lost in the tropics.
If he can't control his wife-- He deserves to get divorced, not drummed out of the corps that he has served well and loyally for 27 years.
This is Marine sticking up for Marine.
- Don't think that I don't see that.
- Harm, I know what's going on here.
Colonel Dunston might be able to control the border with Colombia, but there is no way that he could've controlled her.
- I don't know about that.
- Well, you don't have to.
I'm in charge here.
Remember? Yes, ma'am.
Colonel, may I at least know how the Sauteras family are gonna find out about Rojas' fictional travel plans? Our friendly snitch, Bernardo.
So Bud's not drowning in McHale's Navy? No.
He's already won some cases against the best lawyers in JAG.
- In JAG? Are they good? - You bet.
Just the other week, he was trapped with this lunatic ex-SEAL who stole a submarine.
Whoa, dude.
No, it's not like I saved the day or anything.
No, it's like he saved New York City.
Harriet, that's classified.
How long does he do that? Cry? He could cry all night long if he had a mind to.
Couldn't you, A.
J.
? That's my boy.
Are you guys planning a family, Marcy? We really don't have time.
Yeah, maybe in three or four years.
Right now, we wanna travel and settle on our second home so I can start decorating.
Ron, what time did we say that we'd be at the Corcoran? - Oh, holy moly.
We're gonna be late.
- Yeah.
She's crazy about art.
She arranged a private tour for us.
- Can you believe that? - Thank you so much.
You're welcome.
There he goes again.
Harriet, thank you so much.
- Very nice, thank you.
- Beautiful home.
Everything's great.
Bye.
Say bye-bye.
Hey, Bud.
I still wish we worked together, dude.
Yeah, maybe next time there, Katzenjammer.
- I'm holding you to that.
- Okay.
I'm serious.
- Okay, bye.
- I'll see you.
Bye-bye, guys.
Well, she's pretty.
Well, yeah.
It's just.
.
.
She's not the type of woman that I imagined Katzenjammer would end up with.
Well, when you knew him, he was living on cold pizza, sleeping in week-old underwear.
Now he has $400 million.
Right.
Sweetie, I know you think you made the wrong choice, but if you'd gone to work with Katzenjammer, you never would have gone into the Navy, never would have met me, we wouldn't have been married, and baby A.
J.
Wouldn't even exist.
And we wouldn't be having this conversation, or any conversation.
I wouldn't give you guys up for the whole world.
Then what's the problem, sweetheart? There is no problem.
Is there a problem, Bernardo? No.
No, no, no.
It's-- Well, yes.
Yes, there is, maybe.
Which is it? Oh, no.
No, you don't have to worry, señorita bonita.
I can get the word to the Sauteras family.
You know, a friend of a friend, how it goes.
But-- This is the truth, that Rojas is running away? You can take it to the bank.
You know, if I tell them a lie: Well, the way I see it, Rojas is the one who will need to worry.
Yes.
And who cares about him, yes? I will get the word to the Sauteras family.
Great.
And in the meantime, until we meet again, beautiful lady.
Well, I guess you won't wash that hand again, huh? So, colonel, what happens if Rojas doesn't run fast enough? War has casualties, commander.
And, anyway, we're gonna warn him.
What, with Bernardo again? No, we're running low on petty cash.
We may have to do it ourselves.
- Yes? - Colonel, it's Grondyke.
Listen, Olivia slipped out the bathroom window.
- How long ago? - Fifteen minutes.
I'll come there.
- No, no.
Keep looking there.
- All right.
Grondyke.
Mrs.
Dunston went into a ladies' room and snuck out through a window.
Maybe she liked your idea about taking a trip.
With Rojas? Call Grondyke back.
Get Rojas' address, huh? Harm, that's Mrs.
Dunston's car.
Cover me.
Harm? This was the only way.
For her husband? For her husband.
What was she doing here? She came to see Rojas, sir.
To tell him their affair was over.
- You know that? - Yes, sir.
She told us.
And she asked us to tell you she loved you.
She said that? She must have said it to Rojas too, sir.
That's why he killed her.
You never saw me with Olivia, did you? No, sir.
We were good together.
So did you see her soul ascend to heaven in a golden chariot too? The case is closed, Grondyke.
With him still on the job? His hands are clean, and his wife thought she was shipping cigars.
Cigars? That's what the lady said.