-- Honor & Betrayal PT 48/58

 
 
HONOR & BETRAYAL    PT 48
 
Email:  trujoy@gateway.net
Rating:  PG13 to R (one scene)

 
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INT
BETHESDA NAVAL HOSPITAL
2002 HOURS (this scene continued from part 47)
 
At that moment,  a movement out of the side of Harm's eye draws his attention to the door of his room.  Gazing up, he observes Master Sergeant Durant standing just inside the door of the room.   Traumatized by the sudden onslaught of  memories that Durant's presence induces,  Harm is momentarily unable to respond to the man's presence.   Mac immediately notices the shock in Harm's expression,  and gazes toward the door. 
 
DURANT
Commander,  ......Colonel.  May I come in?
 
As he begins to walk into the room, Mac steps forward and places herself between Durant and Harm's bed effectively blocking the Master Sergeant's path.
 
MAC
(her eyes sternly meeting the Master Sergeant's)
I believe it would  be in your best interest for you to turn around and walk straight back out that door,   Marine!
 
DURANT
(determined, yet calm, his eyes meeting Mac's)
I can understand your hostility, Colonel!    I mean regrettably,  the Commander's assault occurred on my watch.    That being the case, ma'am,  I feel compelled to extend my deepest apologies to him and of course offer my best wishes for a speedy recovery.  Now,.... surely you're not going to deny me that privilege,   are you ma'am?
 
MAC
(coldly)
Consider my last words to you an order,   Master Sergeant.
 
DURANT
(coldly glancing over Mac's shoulder and making eye contact with Harm)
With respect, ma'am,  but doesn't the Commander have a voice in any of this?
 
HARM
(uneasily, his eyes maintaining contact with Durant's)
Mac, .......it's ok!
 
In response to Harm's words, Mac momentarily glances over her shoulder to Harm.  Then,  renewing  eye contact with Durant, she reluctantly steps aside and allows him to pass.  Her eyes guardedly following him, the Master Sergeant walks to the foot of Harm's bed.
 
DURANT
How are you doing, Sir?
 
RABB
Much better,..... now that I'm out of your brig.
 
DURANT
Yah, so I heard!       Damn.......and I was so looking forward to having you back, Sir!  .........Well,...... I mean,  you know,.......to sorta make up for what happened last night. 
 
RABB
Well, I'm sure you'll make it up to me somehow, Master Sergeant! 
 
DURANT
I'm sure I will, Sir,........ especially if you have anything to do with it! 
 
HARM
Look,  why don't you just cut to the chase and tell me why you're here, Durant!
 
DURANT
I wanted to confront the man who has been naming  me as a possible suspect in last night's assault.    I don't believe that there's any second guessing who that may be,  now is there, ......Sir!
 
HARM
No, I guess there isn't.
 
Observing Harm's confidence, Durant grows more agitated.
 
DURANT
Ok .........look,... Commander,  I agree that I may have been a little rough on you on the inside,  Sir, but it's par for the course!  Holding it against me....well......
 
HARM
(slightly agitated by Durant's insinuation)
I'm not!  You were doing your job, Durant!  I understand that!  But one has nothing to do with the other!
 
DURANT
(his voice raising slightly)
The hell it doesn't!  .... (quickly toning down his voice and adding).....  Sir!.......I mean I put you in an uncomfortable place, ....and  guys like you, Sir,  ......well, .... you just can't handle that sort of thing.........especially  coming from enlisted personnel.      
 
MAC
(with concern as she observes Durant's increasing agitation)
Look, I think it's in everyone's best interest for you to leave,  Master Sergeant!  
 
Harm's eyes remain locked on  Durant's,  the man's words only serving to fuel  his curiosity as to the very nature of the man standing before him.
 
HARM
By  "guys",   I take you're meaning to be ... officers... in general.
 
DURANT
Yes Sir!       
 
RABB
And the head games, Master Sergeant,   you're of course referring to your own personal methods of intimidation.........namely the  humiliation and degradation  you seem so bent on imposing for no apparent reason other than to exercise your power and authority over them.   (his brow narrowing)   Am I understanding you correctly, Master Sergeant?  
 
DURANT
Yes Sir!  ..... For the most part anyway!  Only it's not about power, it's about putting them in their proper places.  Most of them have attitudes, you know!  Like you did, Sir!  And I'm fortunate enough to be in a position where  my job affords me the latitude I need to help them make some adjustments.
 
MAC
Kind of like your personal version of a social worker.......or maybe even a psychotherapist of sorts.    
 
DURANT
Well ma'am, .......now that you mention it, Yah! ...... Something like that!  
 
MAC
Well,  Master Sergeant,  I believe that your credentials as a security policeman hardly qualify you as any sort of mental health expert.   
 
DURANT
No, ma'am,  you're right about that!   But then I was under the impression that we were speaking metaphorically.      (he pauses for a long moment studying the expressions on both officers faces)  Look,  you're both JAG's,  so I'm sure you're aware of the responsibilities my job carries.  That said,  I really don't feel the need to stand here trying to justify the kinds of decisions I routinely have to make in the performance of my duties.    I'm given  a certain amount of  flexibility to do what I have to do, when I have to do it ........especially when it comes to the task of keeping my inmates in check and under control.          
 
HARM
Well, I doubt that flexibility was ever meant to include abuse, Master Sergeant. 
 
DURANT
Abuse Sir?......Not at all.   I think that's  a bit of an overstatement, Sir!   I mean I'd like to think of my methods as more of a motivational tool rather than an abusive one.
 
HARM
Well, Master Sergeant, rest assured that  your methods  are going to come under the scrutiny of a JAGman investigation.
 
DURANT
(his temper flaring)
With respect, Sir, but I've been at my job for eight long years,  so I sure as hel......(catching himself mid sentence)   ....... I don't need any lawyers breathing down my neck  dictating to me how I should discharge my duties!    I know what works best,  Sir!     And trust me,..... when it comes to disciplining my inmates, I usually know where  to draw the
line!   
 
Durant's final words piercing through Harm's very being,   dark memories of that terrible night unwillfully begin  flooding back to his consciousness. 
 
MAC
(dismayed by Durant's comment)   
Usually, Master Sergeant? 
 
DURANT
Yes, ma'am.   And I might add that my methods aren't that much different than the proven methods we use everyday in the physical training of our recruits. 
 
Harm's throat tightening,   he swallows deeply as he struggles  to subdue the tormenting memories while attempting to gain control of  the anger churning deep within him.  
 
Totally dismayed by the Master Sergeant's statement, Mac gazes to Harm as she anticipates his reaction.  Immediately noting the cold, and distant glare reflecting from his eyes, she begins to realize the emotional impact Durant's words have had on him.   
 
MAC
(trying to gain Harm's attention)  
Interesting concept,  wouldn't  you agree, Commander?
 
Her voice draws him back only momentarily.......for the memory of the sharp,  cold switchblade being pressed against his chin is too surreal.   His eyes remaining cold and empty, Harm's mind struggles between the reality of the present and drifting back into time  to the tormenting memories of his recent past.
 
*~*~*~*~*~*~   FLASHBACK  ~*~*~*~*~
 
The cold switchblade pressed against his chin, Harm is forced to stare up into the masked and disfigured face of the man standing over him.   As the second man stands behind Harm with the wire coat hanger still clenched in his fist, he feverishly  looms over his victim awaiting his opportunity to strike.  The third man stands apart from the others, silently observing the events  from a distance.
 
1ST MAN
(with malice in his tone of voice)
Hope you enjoyed you're little reprieve,   Mister Rabb, ......cause, now it's your turn.
 
The man raises his hand and quickly delivers a sharp blow  across Harm's right cheek with the back of his hand.   Barely recovering,  from the stinging blow, the second man grabs hold of Harm's hair and yanks his head backward presenting his colleague with clearer access to the victim's face.   
 
1ST MAN
How tough are yah,   Rabb?  
 
He proceeds to deliver another blow, this time backhanding Harm across the side of his right jaw sending  waves of agony shooting through his face.
 
1ST MAN
What?.......No smart ass answer from a smart ass lawyer?  ........Nah, ......can't be!   Come on, talk to me, Rabb?
 
Blood seeping down from his split and swollen lip, Rabb answers with silent arrogance, his eyes trained on the disfigured eyes staring intimidatingly  down at him from behind the dark hosiery.    
 
1ST MAN
You know what I think?  I think you have a death wish, Commander,......just like your pal over there. 
 
His eyes shifting toward Malory,  Harm takes in the image of the Lieutenant's battered body lying only a few feet away.  Distraught by the image, his eyes shift back up to the man standing over him.
 
RABB
(arrogantly)
The only death wish I have is in seeing the three of you facing the death penalty for the senselessly brutal murder of Lieutenant Malory.     
 
2ND MAN
(humorously)
OOOHH!  Scary!   And coming from someone all tied up!  
 
The two men laugh mockingly. 
 
1ST MAN
And I  just bet you'd want to be the guy to prosecute the hell out of our sorry asses, too!
 
HARM
(arrogantly)
I'd be my privilege!
 
1ST MAN
Well, you've got some metal,  Commander!  I'll give you that much.    But just how much, is yet to be determined.      
 
They both laugh boisterously as each man flanks Harm to either side.  Then, repeatedly  they begin  alternately kicking him in his torso,  thighs and legs.    Harm immediately doubles over in agony unable to afford himself any protection from the onslaught of the blows.   Gasping for breath,  the painful blows force him to the floor resulting in a temporary reprieve as the two men back off from their assault.   
 
1ST MAN
(motioning to his colleague)
Get him up. 
 
Responding immediately, the 2ND MAN grabs hold of Harm's forearm and pulls him back up onto his knees.   
 
3RD MAN
(his voice harsh and exaggerated as he walks toward the three men)
I hate to break this up, guys,   but I gotta draw the line somewhere.  One dead sailor on my hands is enough for one night!    Besides,  I need this one alive and well!      
 
2ND MAN
(slapping his hand with the metal coat hanger that is still clinched in  the opposite hand)
Yah......right!  ........just  long enough for you to make that  phone call anyway! 
 
Durant nods affirmatively, then pulls out his cellphone from his pocket and begins to dial.  While the SP is preoccupied, the second man becomes unable to resist the temptation to strike out at Rabb.   Raising the coat hanger clenched within his hand,   he strikes Harm across his right shoulder.     
 
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*  END FLASHBACK ~*~*~*~*~*~*
 
A sudden surge of pain coming from the tender bruise on his right shoulder, Harm is immediately drawn back to reality.   Jerking slightly away,   Harm  gazes  sharply toward his shoulder to witness Mac's hand quickly releasing her grip on it. 
 
MAC
(startled)
What?......
 
HARM
(irritably,  rubbing the soreness from his shoulder)
Nothing! 
 
DURANT
(inquisitively)
Battle wounds, Commander?
 
HARM
(sharply shooting Durant a cold, hard glare)
You should know!  
 
MAC
(alarmed by Harm's increasing anger)
Ah......look.......maybe we should continue this conversation at another time, Harm. 
 
HARM
(ignoring Mac's suggestion)
I see one major  flaw with the Master Sergeant's concept,  Mac! 
 
Mac's brow narrows with confusion. 
 
DURANT
(curiously)
And what would that be, .......Sir?
 
HARM
Officers aren't recruits!  And as such, they command a certain degree of respect regardless of circumstances.
 
DURANT
I beg to disagree, Sir, and  I refuse to treat anyone with kid gloves just because of their rank.    I mean these men aren't serving brig time because of their outstanding service records,  now are they.   
 
MAC
(annoyed)
It still doesn't give you the license to treat them inhumanely or with anything less than the respect they deserve.   
 
DURANT
Well, ma'am,.... that remains to be seen.
 
Harm  takes a long moment to silently study the demeanor of the man  standing before him.  Noting the hardness in the cold glare of his dark eyes and the intense agitation he displays through the grinding motion of his teeth,  Harm recognizes the anger  behind  the man's blatant display of  arrogance and disrespect.    
 
HARM
( addressing Mac, while deliberately maintaining eye contact with Durant)
What I see here, Colonel,   is an obviously troubled  man who's carrying around a real chip on his shoulder.    
 
MAC
(gazing to Durant)
I'm certainly inclined to agree with you there,  Commander!   
 
DURANT
(immediately taking offense)
Don't go making this about me, Commander!    This is about you and why you're accusing me of something I didn't do.   Why are you doing that, Sir?   I mean your kind of unfounded accusations could ruin my career!   
 
Harm only responds to Durant's inquiry with silence as he stares coldly into the eyes of the man whom he believes to be responsible for the assaults made on Lieutenant Malory and himself.   Meanwhile,  Durant grows increasingly agitated with Harm's indifference.
 
DURANT
Look,  I'm prepared to accept any  disciplinary measures imposed on me for the breech in security and the subsequent assaults on you and Malory.   I mean it happened on my watch!   But, in no way did I take part  the actual assaults!   You've got to believe that!
 
Again Harm remains silent for a long moment, the  anger continuing to churn deep within him.       
 
HARM
(at length)
Better be careful, Durant!   You're turning into the very thing that you despise the most!
 
DURANT
(his brow narrowing in confusion)
And what would that be, Sir?
 
HARM
A whiner and a complainer!  
 
DURANT
I can assure you Sir, that I am not whining or complaining.    Just stating the facts.
 
HARM
Sounds like whining to me, Durant.......and  if memory serves me correctly,   you have a low tolerance for both. ........or so you said, anyway. 
 
DURANT
Yes Sir, I do, indeed!    You're right about that!   
 
HARM
Well, I certainly know that first hand!   I mean you made that very clear just after Colonel Lehmann gave you full authority over my personal safety.    Your words really stuck with me,  you know!  So much so that when one of the perpetrators made a similar declaration over Lieutenant Malory after silencing his pleas for mercy with a strip of duct tape,.......  well ......let's just say that the man's  voice and diction were unmistakably yours,   Master Sergeant!    
 
Durant's demeanor is shaken by Harm's blatant accusation.   His agitation flaring,  Durant begins grinding his teeth together once again.   Mac's mouth drops open is shock in response to Harm's last words.  She gazes back and forth between the two men,  fearful of a more serious  confrontation.   
 
DURANT
(at length and with a cold glare in his eyes)
You're reaching, Commander!   
 
HARM
Am I?
 
DURANT
(maintaining eye contact with Rabb)
Yah!......You've got nothing to substantiate your claim.    ......Nothing!   
 
HARM
Well, you may be right on that count, Durant,  but  there's always the possibility that Lieutenant Malory will come out of his coma.  If that becomes the case, well, let's just say you'll be experiencing prison life from an entirely different perspective then what you're accustom to right now!   
 
Durant is obviously rattled by Harm's words.  As Durant attempts to draw closer to Harm,  Mac intervenes  once again by stepping forward and effectively blocking the man's advance.    
 
MAC
(her eyes cold and steadfast on Durant)
This conversation is OVER, Master Sergeant.  So do yourself a favor and leave before I'm forced to bring DDO charges against you.
 
Durant attempts to stare her down for a long moment, then shifting his gaze toward Harm, he slowly backs away from the bed. 
 
DURANT
Tell me Commander, do you always  have a woman standing up for you.......Sir?
 
HARM
(with a slight grin on his face)
Only if she's a Marine! 
 
With a slight smile and a raised brow, Mac's eyes remain steadfast on the Master Sergeant.    At length,  he reluctantly backs away from the bed then turns and hastily walks out of the room. 
 
MAC
(gazing after him)
What a jerk!      (gazing to Harm)   Are you ok?
 
HARM
Yah!.....Fine!
 
MAC
Are you sure?
 
HARM
(irritably)
I said I was fine!
 
MAC
Ok!.....Then what in the world possessed you into pushing Durant over the edge like that?   He's probably going to flee!
 
HARM
(sharply)
Well, maybe that was my motive, Mac!   
 
MAC
What?   Why?
 
HARM
Because if Malory doesn't come out of his coma, he won't be able to ID Durant nevertheless corroborate my testimony.   So basically, it'll be my word against Durant's.   I think we're both aware of  where that can lead, Mac. 
 
MAC
(concluding)
So in fleeing, you think that his actions will scream guilty.
 
HARM
Don't you? 
 
MAC
Well, it certainly will give your testimony more of an edge alright,   but they'll have to catch him first. 
 
HARM
Well there's one consolation, Mac!   At least the man  won't be exercising his kind of authority over anyone any more. 
 
***************
 
INT 
BETHESDA NAVAL HOSPITAL
1316  HOURS  (following day)
 
Dressed in a long sleeve jersey and jeans,   Harm stands solemnly outside Malory's ICU observing him through the large viewing window.  The bandage now removed,  a stitched and rather lengthy laceration is evident  across his right temple and forehead.   
 
Lowering his head in empathy at the sight of the pale figure laying on the bed, Harm slowly turns  away from the window and begins to walk down the hallway.   Ahead of him, he observes Helen Malory walking toward him.   Having never met Malory's wife, Harm only acknowledges her with a polite nod of his head and a smile as he passes her by.  
 
HELEN
(turning to him as he passes)
Commander Rabb....
 
Rabb immediately pauses in his footsteps and turns back to Helen with a look of perplexity in his expression.
 
RABB
Ma'am.......   
 
HELEN
Going home today, Commander?
 
RABB
Ahh......yes ma'am!...........(curiously)......I'm sorry.......do I know you?
 
HELEN
We never met,... no!   ......Well,   at least not while you were awake anyway.   (extending her hand in greeting)    I'm Helen Malory........Lieutenant Malory's wife.
 
A deep sense of regret filling Harm's expression, he accepts her hand in greeting.
 
HARM
It's good to meet you, Mrs Malory!  
 
HELEN
You too, Commander.......I just  wish it were under different  circumstances!   
 
HARM
I understand.  (he pauses for a long moment trying to find some comforting words)  Mrs. Malory.....I.... don't know what to say!.....I'm just so sorry about all this.
 
HELEN
(sincerely)
Yes, I'm sure you are!  
 
HARM
(awkwardly, gazing toward the ICU) 
How is he doing?
 
HELEN
(following Harm's gaze toward the ICU)
Well, there's been no real changes in his condition over the last twenty-four hours.   I'd like to think that's a good thing, but apparently his neurologist  doesn't think so.    He even went so far as to suggest taking him off life support........but, I'm not ready to let that happen.  (her eyes meeting Harm's)   At least not yet, anyway.  
 
HARM
Letting go can be a very hard thing, ma'am.  
 
HELEN
I've already let go, Commander!  He's in God's hands now!   ( examining the bruises and cuts on Harm's face)    I'm just  thankful that you managed to make it through all this relatively unscathed. 
 
HARM
(appreciatively)
Well thank you ma'am.... and believe me when I say that the men responsible for this will be brought to justice.  Of that much I can promise you. 
 
HELEN
Well,  I know from personal experience that you're certainly not the kind of man who easily shirks his duties, Commander.  
 
The seemingly condemning words visibly shaking Harm,  he turns away from her and gazes toward the ICU.
 
HARM
(regretfully)
Well, I guess you're right about that, ma'am.   I mean it was my lawyering skills that kept  your husband confined to the brig, now wasn't it.  
 
HELEN
(apologetically, noting his regret)
I'm sorry, Commander, that's not at all what I was inferring!      
 
HARM
(gazing back to Helen)
Are you saying that the thought never occurred to you, ma'am? 
 
HELEN
I'd be lying if I said it didn't, Commander!  And  for awhile,  it was that thought that kept me wondering if you weren't at least partly to blame for all this. 
 
HARM
So what changed your mind?
 
HELEN
Taking the time to put everything in it's proper perspective,  and realizing that you were as much of a victim in all this as my husband.  (she pauses for a long moment studying the anguish in Harm's expression)   I don't hold you responsible for what happened to my husband, Commander, and neither should you.
 
Refusing to allow her words to diminish his feelings of guilt,   Harm's  eyes shift away from Mrs Malory.  Noting his rejection, she draws closer to him.
 
HELEN
Guilt can be a very destructive force, Commander!  And what it leaves behind in it's wake isn't very pretty.     Besides, deep down I believe we both know who is  responsible for all this.    
 
HARM
Captain Peterson.
 
HELEN
If I know  the man at all, Commander,  I know that he had the power and the ability to get to my husband anywhere and at anytime.  He's just that kind of a man. 
 
HARM
You sound as though you know him  well!
 
HELEN
Hmmm,  .....  know him?  All too well, I'm afraid!   Jimmy  came into my husband's life three years ago.   (turning and beginning to walk toward her husband's room)    Once he did, ...well,   things were never really the same between my husband and I.  
 
Harm follows Helen closely as they walk toward Marlory's ICU.
 
HELEN
You see, Captain Peterson not only became my husband's commanding officer, but his mentor and friend as well.   Jimmy had the sort of  charisma that allowed him to manipulate his way right into the center of our lives.    Once he was there,  he easily took control.    
 
HARM
Mrs. Malory, what are you trying to say?
 
HELEN
(taking a deep breath as she pauses just outside the door to Malory's ICU)
That I'm  ready to see the man punished for everything he's ever done to my husband......and my family. 
 
She gazes to Harm for a long moment, then walks into Malory's room.   Harm follows her to Malory's bedside. 
 
HELEN
(at length, as she observes the pale, still figure lying under the bed cover)
I went to see Brian last Thursday afternoon at his insistence.  He said that he needed to talk ....that he wanted me to hear the truth from him before  he testified against Captain Peterson in open court.      
 
HARM
(with empathy)
That couldn't have been easy for you to hear!
 
HELEN
No....it wasn't, Commander!   But I'm dealing with it a little at a time, you know?   (gazing up to Harm)     But there's something that he said he left out when he gave his statement to you.  I'm not sure why.   Fear,..... shame, ...... maybe guilt!  ......I  don't know.  But  I  think it may  be significant not only in  Captain Peterson's court martial,  but in Brian's as well if he should ever have to face his own.  
 
HARM
Are you saying that you're a potential witness in the prosecution of this case?
 
HELEN
If you what I have to say is pertinent,  then yes!
 
HARM
Then I'd recommend that we  finish this conversation in the presence of trial counsel. 
 
Helen gazes up from her husband's face to meet  Harm's widened and attentive eyes.
 
HELEN
Alright!    
 
The two of them leave Lieutenant Malory's bedside and walk out into the hallway.
 
HARM
(with a seemingly renewed spirit)
Can you get a break from here this afternoon?  I can set up a meeting for later on  if  it's  convenient for you. 
 
HELEN
Whatever works for you, Commander.   
 
Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching them,  Harm turns to see Mac walking hastily toward him with  a rather frantic expression on her face.
 
HARM
Hey....Mac, what's the hurry!
 
MAC
(still at some distance away)
Damn it Harm!  I've been looking all over the hospital for you! 
 
Somewhat embarrassed by Mac's overreaction ,  Harm's eyes meet Helen's smiling face.
 
HELEN
Ahh.....must be the woman in your life! 
 
Harm laughs nervously as Mac approaches them.
 
MAC
(agitated, giving Helen a sort of condemning gaze)
Doctor Levy's fit to be tied, Harm!    He's been waiting for you to show up for your final health consult for the last half  hour!    Where have you been?
 
HARM
Right here!    
 
MAC
Well, if you want to be released today, I'd be my recommendation that you get yourself back up to your room......now..........that is  unless of course you're too busy down here fraternizing with any available female willing to stoke your male ego! 
 
HARM
(laughing nervously at Mac's remark)
Ha...ha!.... (gazing to Helen)   This is Lieutenant Colonel Sarah Mackenzie.   .........Mac.......(indicating Helen)   I want you to meet Mrs  Malory, ........Lieutenant Malory's wife.  
 
Her anger quickly shrinking into embarrassment, Mac's eyes meet Helen's    A slight smile of amusement still on her face,  Helen extends her hand to Mac. 
 
HELEN
Nice to meet you, Colonel!
 
MAC
(accepting Helen's hand in greeting)
You too!........And.......I'm really sorry for that remark. It was really uncalled for!
 
HELEN
(Shaking her hand side to side with it's palm facing Mac)
Oh....no,  please, don't worry about it!        
 
A long awkward moment of silence passes between the three of them, ....Mac still embarrassed,  a speechless Harm giving Mac an evil eye and Helen feeling the tension between Harm and Mac.
 
HELEN
(at length, breaking the long silence)
Well, Commander, when you know the details,  you know how to reach me. 
 
HARM
Yes, ma'am!
 
With that, Helen nods politely to each of them,  then turns and  walks back into her husband's ICU.
 
HARM
(jokingly, as he gently takes Mac's arm and escorts  her down the hallway away from the ICU)
Well, did you enjoy the savoring taste of that proverbial foot in your mouth, Mac?  
 
MAC
(pulling her arm away from his)
No!     But it's your fault anyway!  If you had been upstairs where you belonged, none of this would have happened! 
 
Approaching the elevator, Harm hits the "up" control and gazes up at the floor indicator above the door.
 
HARM
Oh, so now I'm responsible for what comes out of your mouth!
 
MAC
When it's provoked by something you did, yah! 
 
Raised brows, Harm shoots Mac an evil glare as the elevators slide open.  The two immediately step in and the doors close behind them.
 
HARM
(as he selects the floor number)
You really believe that.
 
MAC
Don't you?
 
Harm shakes his head in disbelief as he studies the mischievous look in her eyes.
 
HARM
Ok......maybe your right.  I should have been upstairs in my room waiting for the good doctor to show up!  But after wasting the entire morning waiting for him,  I thought I'd  take a FEW minutes to make a quick visit to the ICU to check on Malory's condition.
 
MAC
A few minutes?!
 
HARM
Mac,  I was only gone for maybe twenty minutes if that!
 
MAC
Try thirty-one minutes and fifteen seconds!
 
HARM
How would you know?  You weren't there!
 
MAC
That's the time lapse between the time I arrived and found you missing to when I found you downstairs in the ICU!
 
HARM
Oh!
 
The doors of the elevator open  to meet the frustrated expression on Doctor Levy's face as he stands in the hallway in front of the elevator.
 
LEVY
(irritably, meeting Harm's gaze)
Well........well, if it isn't the return of the prodigal patient!
 
Harm's lips part in a sheepish grin as he exits the elevator. 
 
HARM
My apologies for........
 
LEVY
(interrupting)
I'll see you in your room in approximately three minutes, Mister Rabb!    And......don't  be late!   
 
With that,  Doctor Levy lumbers off down the hallway.   
 
As Harm and Mac pass by the nurses station, Ensign Tully catches sight of the pair as they enter the room.  Stethoscope wrapped around her neck, she quickly grabs Harm's medical chart  and hastily walks down the hall to Harm's room.
 
Inside the room,  Harm reaches for the phone and begins dialing.
 
MAC
Harm,  what are you doing?
 
HARM
Mac, you go!..... I'll meet you downstairs in the lobby just as soon as I'm finished here.
 
Completing his dialing, he places the phone to his ear.
 
MAC
You didn't answer my question!
 
TULLY
(as she enters the room)
Well, that's ok, ma'am!    The man needs to hang it up  anyway because I've got to get his vitals signs before the already irate Doctor Levy arrives.  (turning to Harm)    So, if you don't mind,  Sir, I'd like you to kindly remove that shirt that you're not supposed to be wearing as yet and have a seat on the bed. 
 
Still hearing the phone ringing on the opposite end, Harm reluctantly hangs up the phone and complies with the nurse's wishes.   As he takes a seat on the side of the bed,   Mac  gazes on obviously amused by the woman's success in getting Harm to easily comply with her wishes. 
 
HARM
(sarcastically,  noting the amused look on Mac's face)
Ahh.......a little privacy if you please?
 
MAC
(smartly)
OH!......sure!........Sorry!   (teasing, as she begins walking toward the door)  Not that you've got anything I haven't seen before!
 
Ms Tully  laughs boisterously as she takes note of the embarrassed look on Harm's face.
 
HARM
(meeting Mac's gaze as Mac smiles back at him)
You wish! 
 
TULLY
(still giggling as she stands over Harm)
Oh......I'm gonna miss you, Commander!   Now, ....Shirt off if you please!
 
Assuring himself that Mac has left the room, he begins to slip off his shirt. 
 
Just outside the door,  Mac abruptly turns around and  reenters the doorway to Harm's room. 
 
MAC
Oh, Harm......I'm .........
 
Her eyes drifting down from the shirt Harm is pulling up over his shoulders, Mac observes  the multiple bruises on his body  along with the stitched knife wound stretching  across his right torso.   Hearing her voice, Harm quickly pulls the shirt back down over his body and turns to meet the  shocked expression on Mac's face. 
 
MAC
(awkwardly stumbling over her words as she points over her shoulder)
....going to get the car, .....so,....... If it's ok with you, I'll meet you downstairs in the lobby!    
 
HARM
(somberly) 
Well, sounds like a plan to me, Mac.  
 
Forcing a smile,  Mac hastily retreats from the room. 
 
********************* 
 
INT
HARM'S APT
1632 HOURS
 
Walking through the door with Mac close behind,   Harm immediately takes an appreciative look around the apartment. 
 
MAC
(noting his expression)
Good to be home?
 
HARM
(smiling back)
You know it!
 
MAC
I guess next to that prison cell of yours, this place must look like a mansion.
 
HARM
(removing his jacket and placing it over the back of a chair)
It is a mansion, Mac.   Mine!
 
Mac laughs with amusement as Harm walks  toward the kitchen. 
 
MAC
Nothing like a few days confinement to bring out ones appreciation for the things they  have. 
 
HARM
(gazing back and smiling)
Hey, you want a cup of coffee before heading back out?
 
MAC
Yah, sure, I'd love one! Only it better be a quick judging from how quickly those snow flakes  are starting to fall out there.
 
HARM
(removing a can of coffee from an overhead cabinet)
From all the weather reports I heard this morning,  I'm afraid we have a real northeaster on our hands.    
 
Harm's overnight bad still in hand, Mac heads toward the bedroom.
 
MAC
I'm putting your overnight bag in the bedroom, Harm!  Is that ok?
 
HARM
Yah, Mac!.........Thanks!
 
MAC
(as she reaches the bedroom)
So, what are they predicting?   
 
HARM
Six to eight inches here in the District....a foot or more in the northern and western suburbs.
 
MAC
(dropping his bag down at the foot of the bed)
I suppose it's going to turn to rain here, right?
 
HARM
Well, ....not exactly.  More like sleet and freezing rain!     
 
MAC
(dreading the sound of that, she walks back toward the kitchen)
Oh God, that's the worst!
 
HARM
(pouring the coffee grinds into the filter)
Tell me about it!  
 
MAC
Well, let's hope they're wrong! 
 
Mac takes a seat at the counter and watches Harm  pouring the water into the percolator.
 
HARM
Hey,  if you're worried about driving home in the snow,  why don't you  take my SUV?    I can't drive for at least a couple of days anyway.
 
MAC
Umm, .......that's definitely a temptation, Harm, but...I really don't want the responsibility of driving someone else's car in this kind of weather.  But, thanks for offering, anyway!    
 
HARM
Are you sure, Mac?  I mean I know from experience how poorly a sports car handles in the snow!
 
MAC
I'm positive!  I mean we've only got a light dusting out there so far. 
 
HARM
(surrendering to her insistence)
Ok.       (removing a couple of mugs from the rack and setting them down on the counter)   Just a couple of minutes and I'll have that cup of coffee for you.
 
MAC
(rubbing her hands together)
Great!  Cause I'm freezing!
 
Their eyes drifting toward one another, Harm and Mac exchange a long silent gaze as each attempts to decipher the look in the eyes of the other.   Awkwardly, Harm finally gazes away, the sound of the coffee dripping into the glass coffee pot drawing his attention.   
 
HARM
(indicating the nearly full coffee pot)
There now see.......what did I tell you.  
 
Obviously irritated, Mac steps off her stool and walks across the living room to the window.  Gazing through the blinds, she looks down upon the lightly dusted snow covered street below. 
 
MAC
I don't know, Harm!  I think I better pass on that cup of coffee.  It's beginning to snow pretty hard.
 
Harm's brow narrows in confusion.   Choosing to ignore her last words he pours out two cups of coffee and carries them out into the living room.
 
HARM
(as he walks toward Mac)
Well, it's too late to cancel your order,  Marine!   I have a freshly brewed cup all ready just the way you like it.
 
Mac turns from the window with a slight grin on her face as Harm offers  her a mug of coffee.
 
MAC
(accepting the cup from Harm)
Thanks!
 
HARM
(smiling back)
You're welcome!   (indicating the sofa)   Now, how about getting off your feet for a few?
 
MAC
Speaking of getting off ones feet, isn't that what you're supposed to be doing?
 
HARM
I will.  Just as soon as you do.
  
Mac stares at Harm for a long moment, then hurries down several sips of coffee and hands the cup back to Harm.
 
MAC
I really do have to get going, Harm
 
HARM
Mac, want to tell me what's going on here?
 
MAC
(starting for the door)  
Nothing,  other than a snow storm brewing and me keeping you up!
 
Harm follows close on her heels and stops her by gently taking hold of her arm.
 
HARM
(forcing her to look at him)
Mac, come on here!  This is me your talking to.  
 
MAC
(earnestly, making direct eye contact with Harm)
What do you think is going on here,  Harm?  
 
Placing the mugs down on a nearby end table, Harm turns back to Mac.  
 
HARM
(as he gently strokes Mac's cheek with his fingertips)
Look, Mac,........I  know what you saw at the hospital probably upset you....and I'm sorry,......  
 
MAC
But you don't want to talk about any of it, do you, Harm!
 
HARM
I'm not comfortable with it, no!.......And I certainly don't want to dwell on it.  But it doesn't have anything to do with you.......it's me......it's my way of dealing with it. 
 
MAC
So you're just going  to keep everything locked away deep inside you!   
 
HARM
Right where it belongs,  Mac!......For now anyway.  
 
MAC
Is that how you would have wanted me to deal with my rape, Harm?  By locking it away? 
 
HARM
No, of course not!
 
MAC
Then why is it different for you?  Because you're a man?
 
A knock comes upon Harm's front door interrupting their conversation.  Mac gazes questionably up at Harm who seems obviously relieved by the interruption.   He steps away from Mac and walks to the door.    Upon opening it, he observes  Lieutenant Roberts standing out in the hallway. 
 
BUD
(noting Harm's attire)
You're not dressed Sir!
 
MAC
(her brow narrowing with confusion)
Not dressed?   For what, Bud?
 
HARM
(quickly interjecting as he gazes sharply at Bud)
Bed!.......
 
MAC
(suspiciously)
What?
 
BUD
(slowly catching on to the jest of the situation)
Ahh.....yah!.....Right! 
 
HARM
Bud's been very adamant about my getting the rest I need.  Right, Bud! 
 
BUD
(gazing strangely at Harm)
Yes Sir!
 
MAC
Yah........right! 
 
With that, Mac walks out of the apartment leaving the two men alone.
 
BUD
You didn't tell her?
 
HARM
Tell her what, Bud?  I didn't have all the facts!   Did you get in touch with everyone?
 
BUD
Yes sir!  They should all be arriving at JAG Ops within the hour.     But by the way it's coming down out there right now, Sir........we may all end up spending the night.
 
HARM
Not if we  take my SUV. 
 
BUD
(noting the fatigue in Harm's expression)
Are you sure you're up to this, Sir? 
 
HARM
I need five minutes to change,  Bud!
 
BUD
Yes Sir!
 
Harm immediately walks off toward the bedroom. 
 
BUD
I can go down ahead of you and warm up your car, Sir!
 
HARM
(reaching for his keys on the dresser and tossing them to Bud)
Good idea, Bud.  And brush off the snow while your at it!  You'll find it under the driver's seat.
 
BUD
(already regretting his offer)
Yes Sir!
 
******************
 
INT
JAG OPS CONFERENCE ROOM
1632 HOURS
 
Present in the conference room are Commander Rabb, Lieutenant Commander Imes, Lieutenant Commander Mattoni, Colonel Becker,  Lieutenant Roberts and Mrs Helen Malory.   As Helen completes her statement, a obviously  fatigued Rabb gazes on. 
 
RABB
What was the name of your psychologist, Mrs. Malory?
 
HELEN
I believe you know her Commander!  Lieutenant Commander Jordan Parker. 
 
All eyes quickly shoot over to Harm to find him staring at Mrs Malory in bewilderment.  
 
MATTONI
(smartly)
Small world, isn't it!
 
Harm shoots Mattoni a look of disapproval and then gazes back to Helen.
 
HARM
Well, I think that about covers it, Mrs Malory!  Thank you for coming on such a short notice. 
 
HELEN
When can I expect to be taking the stand?
 
IMES
Baring any unforeseen circumstances.......like a major northeaster,   probably on Monday afternoon.  
 
An array of laughter fills the room as everyone takes a quick glance out the windows at the deepening snow.
 
IMES
We'll be presenting this to the defense first thing on Monday.       
 
MATTONI
With any luck, your statement will be enough to get Peterson to change his plea to guilty.......if that becomes the case, you won't have to take the witness stand. 
 
HARM
Well,  I wouldn't get your hopes up on that one, Mattoni!   I don't see Peterson abandoning his own  ship........even if it is sinking! 
 
HELEN
(as she stands)
Well, one way or the other,  I hope he'll be brought to justice.   
 
As all the officers stand,   Harm walks around the conference table toward Helen.
 
HELEN
(reaching into her purse)
Oh, I almost forgot!
 
She pulls out a large manila envelope with black print written across the face. 
 
HELEN
(handing the envelope to Harm)
My husband instructed me to give this to you.    I don't know what the contents are.  He said you'd know what it was all about and you'd know how to handle it.
 
Harm accepts the rather bulky envelope from Mrs. Malory and reads the black print across the face of it.
 
HARM
(his brow narrowing with confusion)
Super Bowl ninety-seven?! 
 
MATTONI
That was a great game!
 
BECKER
(noting the disturbed look on Harm's face)
Does it have any significance to you?
 
HARM
Yah, ....It does!  ........(gazing to Helen)  That night, in the brig..........your husband kept repeating this to me over and over until he lost  consciousness.   I thought he was hallucinating or something.  (pulling open the envelope, he reaches into it and pulls out a video tape.  Gazing up to Helen)  You don't know what's on here?
 
HELEN
No!......He only directed me to it.  I didn't want to know what was on it.
 
With that, Helen walks toward the conference room door with Harm close on her heels as he slips the video back into the envelope. 
 
HARM
(in a reassuring tone of voice)
We'll get him, Mrs. Malory.......Count on it!  
 
HELEN
(her lips parting in a slight smile)
I'd have to say that Captain Peterson made a terrible mistake the day he crossed swords with you, Commander!     
 
A slight smile passing over Harm's face, as Helen observes him carefully for a moment noting the  fatigue look in his expression. 
 
HELEN
You look exhausted, Commander!    I really think it's in your best interest to forget about all this and go home and get some rest.    (she gazes over her shoulder to the officers standing in the room)   Please see to it that this man does just that!
 
She again smiles at him,  then brushes past him and out the door. 
 
ROBERTS
She's right, Sir!   Let me take you home.
 
Harm gazes toward Roberts, his reluctance to just let go and turn it over to the other attorneys obvious in his expression.
 
IMES
(approaching Harm)
We'll handle it from here, Harm!  You go home and get some rest before you find yourself back in the hospital!  
 
MATTONI
She's right, Harm!  You're not looking so good right now! 
 
HARM
(conceding)
Well,  looks like I'm outnumbered. 
 
With that, Bud escorts Harm out of the conference room.
 
IMES
(turning to Mattoni)
I'm surprised he managed to sit  through the entire meeting.
 
MATTONI
Well, Carolyn, you know how hard headed the  Commander can be.  
 
BECKER
Well, be thankful for that, Mattoni!   I mean, I think he's managed to help the two of you wrap up this case pretty nicely.
 
IMES
Well, let's not go jumping the gun.  Mrs. Malory's testimony will have to hold up under cross examination. 
 
MATTONI
I don't know, Carolyn!  I'm banking on Peterson folding and pleading guilty.
 
IMES
Not to rape..........aggravated assault, maybe.
 
BECKER
You're not going to plead down the charges, now are you!  Harm would be fit to be tied!
 
MATTONI
(annoyed)
It's not his case, now is it!  Anyway, I'd be better than taking a chance at the guy walking.
 
BECKER
Well, you two can stay here and duke this thing out on your own.  As for me, I'm heading home before full onslaught of this snow storm sets in!    Good afternoon people!
 
With that, Becker collects his briefcase and coat and walks out of the conference room.
 
*****************  TO BE CONTINUED   *************