All language subtitles for JAG.S03E21.The.Return.Of.Jimmy.Blackhorse.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-Panda_track3_[eng]

On behalf of the President
of the United States

and the Commandant
of the Marine Corps,

I have the honor of
returning the remains

of Private First Class
Jimmy Blackhorse

to his family for burial.

[thunder rumbles]

Ain't him.

He had the spirit of light.

This one is in darkness.

Ma'am, with all due respect...

This is not him.

[narrator]
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.

[theme song playing]

Excuse me.

Hey.

Hey, gave up cigars last night.

Any words of encouragement?

Don't get fat.

Ha-ha-ha.

Good point, sir.

Excuse me, gentlemen. Ma'am.

What is it, Lieutenant?

-Is this a bad time, sir?
-What?

We were hoping
that you could settle

a... disagreement
that we're having.

As you know, we're having
a full military wedding.

He wants me to wear my uniform

-instead of my dress.
-Good, God, Roberts,

let the woman wear a
dress to her own wedding.

Yes, sir. And while we're at it,

might we get your position
on the Bunny Hop, sir?

No.

Well,

looks like we
have a quorum, sir.

Something you'd like to tell us?

I overheard you talking
to Petty Officer Tiner

about the dispute
over the remains

of that Navajo code-talker.

Oh. Oh, yeah... I
just got off the phone

-with Admiral Drake.
-What's a code-talker?

Navajo field radio operators
communicated with each other

in their native language
during the Pacific campaign

during WWII.

Japanese intelligence

was never able to crack it.

March of '43 a PFC,
Jimmy Blackhorse,

disappeared while on R&R

in new Zealand,

one week before he
was to be awarded

the Navy Cross for valor.

Bones showed up two months ago.

Press jumped all over it.

Politicos climbed on board.

Now his family's
disputing the I.D.

made by the Central
Identification Laboratory
in Hawaii.

As if CILHI needed
any more bad publicity

after the Vietnam
unknown soldier case.

Thus the problem.
The Pentagon's got
a vested interest

in defending the
lab's rep... especially

since it helped an Arizona
congressman push through a bill

naming an Austin-class
amphibious transport
after Private Blackhorse.

-Egg on their face, sir?
-And we are the towel.

-I want you to ride herd
on this, Commander.
-Yes, sir.

Bones are in safekeeping
in Marine Corps

air station in Yuma.

Bear in mind,
Navajo code-talkers

are held in great reverence.

Be respectful.

Yes, sir.

Bud, you'll be my liaison
with CILHI on this.

Aye, aye, sir.

You can go as well, Ensign.

You can assist the Major.

-Me, sir?
-Please.

Yes, sir.

Let's get to work.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me.

[sighs]

[Rabb]
Sewer workers in
Wellington Bay, New Zealand

found the remains at
the bottom of a ravine.

PFC Jimmy Blackhorse

was stationed nearby
at Camp McKay

with the Fighting Sixth Marines.

They were resting after their
engagement on Guadalcanal.

Eighteen bones and
four teeth were discovered.

All of them were identified

as being Native
American in origin.

-Navajo?
-Well, they weren't
that specific, ma'am,

but the teeth did match

Private Blackhorse's
dental record.

Also uncovered
was a Marine-issue

belt buckle and a watch
with an inscription

that, when translated
from the Navajo, read

"Jimmy Blackhorse, warrior."

When we were children,

I used to steal Jimmy's
pants while he was swimming

and tie them to the tail
of his horse.

He never got mad.

No matter how
many times I did it,

it would always make him laugh.

Those bones belong
to someone else.

But the watch...

Whoever it is could
have found it...

stolen it...

maybe won it in a card game.

As for the teeth,
that's four out of 32.

Ma'am, we understand
you are the medicine
woman in the community,

and we mean no disrespect,

but CILHI would not
have made the I.D.

if they hadn't been sure.

"Unknown soldier identification
procedure considered suspect."

You have already
shown disrespect

by disturbing the
remains of this man.

You must bury those bones.

Unfortunately, that's not
going to happen, ma'am,

until
both
sides
are satisfied.

We cannot be satisfied
with your methods.

Records indicate
that Jimmy Blackhorse
has a living twin.

He's my husband.

Could we speak to
him?

She says
I'm not in harmony...

with my environment.

Mr. Blackhorse, if this is
not a good time, sir, we...

I hear they found a watch.

Yes, sir.

It was a gift from me.

I couldn't pass the physical,

so my brother
enlisted by himself.

I wanted him to know...

there wasn't a
minute that passed

when I wasn't thinking of him.

I got TB when I was seven.

He used to carry me around...

protect me.

He never complained.

Margaret says...

it's not him.

Well, what do
you
think, sir?

He trusts my judgment.

I know what your
scientists don't.

Spirit can't be killed.

We are to do the
Beauty Way ceremony.

Ma'am, in order for the Pentagon

to accept that these
are not the bones

of Jimmy Blackhorse,
they need scientific proof.

And Johnny needs to be alone.

We have to invite him.
He's my uncle.

I thought you said
he was the devil.

He's still my uncle.

Hey, Mac...
is it too much to ask

for a little company
that's breathing?

Don't tell me dead bodies
make you uncomfortable.

Only when they move.

[sighs]

So, you finally
gave up the habit.

Yeah.

[chuckling] Why?

Well, it was...

[chuckling]

it was becoming an addiction.

Well... you know,

I had to... I had
to wrestle with it.

I mean, I was rushing my
meals to get to the smoke.

I was counting my stash...

forgetting my keys,
remembering cigars...

-[disapproving chuckle]
-[door opening]

[Rabb] Lieutenant
Commander Coulter...

Lieutenant Commander
Rabb... Major MacKenzie...

-Lieutenant, J.G.,
Roberts... Ensign Sims.
-Thanks for flying in.

Thank the armed forces
DNA identification lab.

I didn't want to come.

My godson's playing King Arthur

in his high school
production of
Camelot...

One performance only.

-A reservist.
-Been out for six years

working as
a forensic pathologist

for the Memphis
police department.

I consult with AFDIL

on a per-case basis.

They must think
a lot of you.

I have a way with the dead.

The body reveals
more about itself

on a slab than
when it was alive.

You can see the
shape of the spine

and whether a person stood tall

or crawled through life.
The wrinkles in the face

tell if a person was
scared or happy.

Legs and feet show you
if they jumped or
stumbled over obstacles.

This
was a stumbler.

Both the left tibia and
femur are shattered.

And there's considerable
damage to the ilium.

Man in question fell
from a great height...
landed on his side.

These findings
consistent with CILHI?

CILHI's overreached,
in my opinion.

As we thought, we're going
to have to do an RFLP.

A DNA matching procedure.

Dental records aren't
enough for you, Commander?

The evidence in general
is legally vulnerable.

The records are 57 years old.

There are only two molars,
and one of them is cracked.

If this is your boat,
you better start bailing.

The mother provides the
most conclusive DNA match.

Children will work...
the father sometimes.

The parents are long-gone,
and there are no children
that we know of.

[Roberts] What
about a twin brother?

-There's a twin?
-Mm-hmm.

It doesn't get any
better than
that.

Listen, why don't
we grab some lunch?

We can ride in one vehicle.

You can talk us through it.

Commander Coulter...

just missed you at the morgue.

Paul Begay.

-I'll be representing the
People in this matter.
-What people?

That's the term the Navajo
use to describe themselves.

We are
Dine...
The People.

I'm Lieutenant Commander
Rabb, Navy Judge Advocate
General Corps.

Can you clarify what
you mean by represent?

The tribal council in Windowrock
has secured my services

in response to claims
the military has refused

to recognize the
judgment of the People.

Mr. Begay, the military's
only interested

in determining the
positive identification
of 55-year-old remains.

That's why I wanted to speak
with Commander Coulter.

Commander, how
do you plan to make
that determination?

-You don't have to...
-With a DNA match.

That's unacceptable.

It's a sacrilege to tamper
with the remains of the dead.

Counselor, be reasonable.

How can you expect
us to prove anything

-with our hands tied?
-I don't.

The proof has already
been provided by
the People themselves.

Those are not the remains
of Jimmy Blackhorse.

They belong to someone else.

[Roberts]
I don't understand.

This is the first
ship in its class

to be named after a Navajo.
Isn't that an honor?

The People don't
need the white world

to affirm our status
in the cosmos.

Looks like the white world has
done well by you, Counselor.

Would you be more
comfortable if I painted my face

and wore a flap
over my privates?

Just making an observation.

Ah.

Cornell Law.

Third in my class,

and damn proud of it.

And well you should be.

You live on the reservation?

You know I don't.

-Where, exactly?
-Marin County.

Look, there was more
than one code-talker.

Why doesn't the Navy
just pick another name?

This name's approved.

Ah, so you're asking my people

to be flexible where you're not.

We're asking
for a fair chance.

You've got some Native
American blood in you, Major.

Cherokee.

I'm surprised you're
not getting this.

Mr. Begay, according
to my understanding

of the history of
Native America,

the Navajo were
an adaptable people.

The Cherokee had to be
forced onto reservations.

Your instinct
should be to accept.

Mine to resist.

I'm surprised
you're not getting that.

The People were forced to
adapt to the physical world,

but the Beyond is
controlled by the spirits.

The Navajo Nation Tribal Council

supports the medicine
woman's position in this matter.

But you're asking us
to take her word for it.

Isn't that what the
Navy's doing with you?

I have proven scientific
methods to support my claims.

And I have the
Creator to support mine.

Good day.

Paul Begay is a
Silicon Valley attorney

with a specialty
in software liability.

I knew that "my people"
stuff was a load.

I'll wager this
is the first time

his people have seen him
since he left the reservation.

He is in our way, Commander.

Admiral Drake's seen the news.
He likes the PR angle.

Popular war, Native
American hero...

He wants to stay with it.

Sir, have you explained the
downside to his PR angle?

He expects you
to make it go away.

I don't think that's
going to happen

through negotiations, sir.

Despite Navajo
beliefs, the Navy has

a justifiable
interest in identifying

what appears to be the
remains of a deceased
military member.

Can you hang on
a second, Admiral?

Lieutenant. Lieutenant!

Is there a problem?

Sit-down or buffet, sir?

Buffet. Save your money.

Uh, you were saying, sir?

Go ahead with the
DNA procedure.

Make it their move.

I believe the Navajo
Nation has a tribal court.

Once you get your match,
you can petition them

for official sanction.

Yes, sir.

Keep me in the mix.

Aye, sir.

[sighing]
Uh, Commander,

think you could
come back with us?

How far did you say it was?

It's about four hours.

Well...

if I have to.

Let's go.

Well, you're looking
stronger, Johnny.

Thank you.

These are our neighbors,

Sammy and Adele Wheeler.

Hi. This is Juliet Na Na Bah.

She's so cute. How old is she?

Three months.

-You must be Dried Corn Stalk.
-I beg your pardon?

That's what Margaret calls you.

Must be your height
and the uniform.

[chuckling]
Johnny,

this is Lieutenant
Commander Teresa Coulter.

The commander is
a forensic pathologist.

Those words are too
big to hold in my mouth.

I investigate how people died,
how they lived, who they were.

Can you tell that
from these bones?

Yes.

How?

Johnny...

you ever heard of DNA testing?

The bloody glove, Johnny.

They want to take stuff

from the inside of those bones.

Don't let them do that.

Are they right?

Do you have to take

something from these bones?

A marrow sample.

That's not good.

What about closure, Johnny?

Closure for you
and your brother.

I don't know.

I'll have to think about it.

If there are any questions
I can answer...

What do you think of insects?

Not much.

Then you better kick
that scorpion

-off your shoe.
-[screaming]

[laughing]

-You find this funny?
-No, she does.

This is the first
time she's laughed.

The Navajo
have a tradition.

Whoever is the first
to make a child laugh

must throw a
feast in their honor.

You can use our place.

When am I supposed to do this?

Today's cool.

Ow! Mmm!

Oh, what did you do?

I cut my thumb.

Let me look.

Ah. It's a wonder
you didn't cut it off.

Yeah.

You're a very jittery
person, you know.

Not usually.

A lot on your mind?

I quit smoking cigars.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You should have said something.

Well, at the time,

it seemed to be the
challenge I needed.

Besides, I didn't figure you
to be all that sympathetic.

Is that the impression
I give?

Want an honest answer?

Sure.

You bet.

-Why not?
-Because it would be
embarrassing, that's why.

My sister had eight bridesmaids.

All I'm asking for is four,
come on!

And they're all going to be
wearing these dresses

with the big poofy shoulders?

You don't like those?

They look like
flotation devices.

[man]
Hey.

Hello, Margaret.

You cannot do the test.

Is that Johnny's
decision, Mrs. Blackhorse?

It's against our faith.

I'd like to talk to Johnny.

Johnny's sick.

Are you the scientist?

Yes.

It's an owl.

Owls are bad luck, Commander.

She means to keep you away.

Thank you.

What a sweet baby.

Thank you.

It's to teach her sharing.

Just rock salt and bits of food,

but rituals like this

promote unity.

In my house, if you
reached for food,

you got a fork
stuck in your hand.

[music playing]

Commander, piece of cake?

No, thanks.

I'll put it here
if you change your mind.

Mind if I sit down?

I'm going to take a bus
back to the base in the morning.

Without a blood
sample from Johnny,

I can't make a conclusive I.D.

on the remains
of his twin brother.

Commander, what do you think

Johnny's suffering from?

Well, asthma would be my guess.

TB. He's had it his whole life.

Lungs are shot.

He's probably coughing up blood.

Great. We can rifle
through his garbage

for used tissues.

Just trying to find
an angle, Commander.

How important is this to you?

Well, it's important
to the Navy.

We're her representatives.

But what's
your
opinion?

Like you, I believe
in tangible evidence.

It's all about evidence.

We believe it when we see it.

Do you know what I've noticed?

These people think differently.

They rely more on faith.

They trust in the
universe and its mysteries.

They see it when
they believe it.

You and I, we rely on
order and discipline.

[chuckles]

Well, I loosen up
a little when I go home.

I do have a life
outside the military.

I bet your apartment
is immaculate.

Yeah. It might be.

So is mine.

So, you come from
a broken family?

Well, I'm, uh... from
a
different
home.

Haven't seen my
father since I was a kid.

I wish that were my story.

My dad's in the eighth
year of a life sentence

for murdering my mother.

I have reasons
for being the way I am.

You don't owe me any
explanations, Commander.

I have not passed
judgment on you.

I have.

I killed my marriage.

Look at them.

They don't have a lot, but
what they've got is good...

Racial pride,
self-esteem, each other.

[Roberts]
Do you think
we should have a band

or a deejay?

I don't care.

My college roommate,

he was an Elvis impersonator.

Whatever, I just don't want

to fight about it
anymore, that's all.

You know, actually,
there's no rule saying

we have to have
any music at all.

-Or a wedding.
-What?

I didn't say a marriage.
I said a wedding.

Well, what
are
you saying?

How far is Las Vegas from here?

Vegas?

I've got a question
for you, Major.

What do you think
of the two-step?

Uh, too many steps.

[laughing]

Sir?

Since we really haven't
been needed for anything,

Harriet and I were wondering

if we could get a day
of leave tomorrow.

[laughing]

Permission granted.

Thank you, sir.

Hi, Johnny.

Come to my house.

You can use my blood.

And my wife has
nothing to say about it.

Are you sure, Johnny?

Because if we're forcing you

to go against your beliefs...

I don't want to go to my grave

without knowing what
happened to my brother.

He is the other half of my soul.

Then you must pray.

We must all pray,
because it is wrong.

[protestors]
Respect the dead!

Preserve the sacred!

Respect the dead!

Preserve the sacred!

Respect the dead!

Preserve the sacred!

Respect the dead!

How many do you
think are out there?

I don't know. I wouldn't let
it bother you, though.

It's all too spooky for me.

Yeah.

So, uh, how does
this work, anyway?

In simple terms?

Please.

Well, first you use one of these

to scoop out a sample.

Like that.

Then I form a
supernatant of cells.

I extract the DNA.

Then I alter the temperature

to separate the double
helix into single strands.

Mm-hmm.

An enzyme breaks it down.

They're polarized through a
process called electrophoresis.

The gene probes
locate their compliments.

And... and uh, I...

I wish I wasn't so
attracted to you.

[soft chuckle]

Excuse me?

It's influencing me.

I-I'm less comfortable than
you with what we're doing here.

Well, I'm sorry, Commander.

I... I didn't know.

I mean, I had no idea

how you felt about
me or this case.

It's okay.

I can tell you don't
feel the same way.

I just need you to back away,

so that I can,
uh, think clearly.

All right.

You going to be okay?

I've done dozens
of these procedures,

and this is the first
time it hasn't felt right.

Well, you have the
donor's permission.

Yeah, but are his reasons good?

Well, he thinks so.

Do it for Johnny.

Can I help in any way?

Don't breathe on my neck.

[man chanting in Navajo]

[chanting continues]

[chanting continues]

[heartbeats over chanting]

[heartbeats end,
chanting continues]

Jimmy!

Oh, my God!
I can't believe I did that.

C-can you still use these?

They're all contaminated now.

That means we'll
have to go back.

Do it again.

It wasn't on purpose.

Do you have any cigars?

[chuckles weakly]

I'll get the car.

Let me see what's up.

[Margaret speaking Navajo]

[laughing warmly]

[continues speaking Navajo]

What's happened? Where's Johnny?

[Coulter]
I must admit, I feel relief.

Not that I wanted him to die,

but this just seems
right, somehow.

We were messing with something

much bigger than
the Navy or politics.

Don't even think
about exhumation.

I won't get involved with that.

Neither will we, Commander.

We just got back, sir.
Sammy filled us in.

What happened to you two?

Well, sir, we've
been arguing so much

about the wedding that we felt

that it was going to
ruin our relationship.

So we just went to
Las Vegas to elope.

-You're married?
-[Roberts] No, Major.

As we were walking
up to the altar

at the Blue Hawaii Chapel,
the eternal flame... exploded.

There was a gas leak.
[chuckles]

So we're just going
to go ahead with
the regular wedding.

Yeah, everything's
going to be fine

and I, uh... I got

Mr. Tom Jones' autograph.

Wow.

-Did you do the test?
-No, Margaret.

We had an accident
with the blood samples.

We'll suggest that
the Marine Corps

inter the remains in
a national cemetery.

We buried Johnny with
the watch he gave Jimmy.

He had put it in a cigar box.

Inside was a package

of old letters.

I think you'll want
to look at them.

Listen to this.

"It's funny, Johnny.
She keeps calling me Yank,

not Injun or red face
or Crazy Horse.

I like that about Frances.

She just thinks of
me as an American.

She's a good woman,
too good for me.

Till next time, Jimmy."

Sounds like Jimmy Blackhorse
didn't like himself much.

He was drinking.

[Rabb]
He wrote that?

No. He didn't have to.

Sir, according to this letter,

they were seeing each other
for about two and a half months.

"Frances Roland."

Did anyone find out
how old she was?

She was 20 in 1943.

That would make, what? 74.
She could still be alive.

You're not thinking about
looking for this woman, are you?

What's in your
letter, Commander?

I think we should stop here.

You didn't answer my question.

What difference does it make

whether a ship is named
after this man or not?

It's not our place to
make those judgments.

-This is our job.
-Is it your job

to contradict thousands
of years of tribal wisdom?

Excuse me, Commander, but isn't
your field of expertise
forensic pathology?

Are you trying to
tell us that science

-is less important to the
species than tradition?
-Maybe.

All I know is these people are
more comfortable in their skin

than any of us standing
here, including me.

You have an address
in that letter?

Commander, finding
Frances Roland

could help us answer
all these questions

without us having
to defile the sacred.

What if we do find her,
and it turns out

that Margaret was
wrong about the bones?

She'll lose her credibility.

You're still tampering with
the faith of these people.

You see that woman over there?

She prescribed a chant
to help heal Johnny.

You don't see anybody
blaming her for
his death, do you?

Now, I don't know much
about the Navajo people,

but I can't believe they
consider themselves

any less fallible
than the rest of us.

Ma'am.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, ma'am,
are you Frances Roland?

[man] Used to be, mate.

She hasn't spoken for
three and a half years.

Encephalitis.

Sir, I'm, uh, Lieutenant
Commander Rabb.
My colleague and I

are from the United States
Judge Advocate General Corps.

Please excuse this intrusion.

We tried to reach
you by phone, but...

I don't have one. Same goes
for TV, radios, the like.

Are you Frances
Roland's caregiver?

-I'm her son.
-Do you know anything

about a man named
Jimmy Blackhorse?

I better.
I'm Jimmy Blackhorse.

[Rabb]
The United States
Navy thanks the Navajo Nation

for the privilege to argue
before its tribal court.

Our intent is simple.
We will provide evidence
that will identify the remains

found in Wellington
Bay, New Zealand,

as belonging to Marine
PFC Jimmy Blackhorse.

The community of Blue Canyon
believes this issue

has more to do with
integrity than identity.

We ask a simple question.

Does the Navy honestly feel

that a Navajo name
on the hull of a ship

means more to the People than
the wisdom of their forefathers?

A question I am eager
to hear answered.

Thank you.

This is a photograph
of Jimmy Blackhorse

taken just prior to his
tour of duty in 1942.

I ask the court to take note

of the difference in appearance
between the two.

PFC Blackhorse, like
his twin brother, Johnny,

had a wide face.

Dark eyes, tawny complexion.

The man who claims to
be his son has blue eyes

a thin face, pink complexion.

He could have been named
after Jimmy Blackhorse,

but conceived by someone else.

Your Honor, the man who claims

to be Jimmy's son bears the
physical features of his mother.

His father's genetic information

could simply have been
recessive in this case.

If physical similarity is

the only basis for
Mr. Begay's thesis,

then I would argue
that he himself

is Jimmy Blackhorse's offspring.

[people laughing]

And how were you able
to make that conclusion?

The spirit of this being
was darkened... like ash.

Jimmy Blackhorse's
was the color of cornmeal.

Thank you.

Margaret Blackhorse is
a renowned practitioner

of the Navajo healing art,
whose published journals

are presently archived
in the Library of Congress.

This is more than just the
testimony of a medicine woman.

It's the testimony of
an esteemed professional.

Margaret...

can you show us the difference
between these two souls?

Can you show me your God?

No further questions,
Your Honor.

And given that explanation,
what have you determined?

That there's conclusive
homology in the DNA samples.

They are, without
question, father and son.

Thank you, Commander.

Commander, have you
expressed any doubt,
at any time,

in what you were
sent here to do?

Yes.

Can you tell us what
fueled your doubt?

I've developed a respect
for the metaphysical world.

Thank you.

And so, might I add,
did Albert Einstein.

We'll take a recess
and return at 3:15.

[Jimmy] These are
my people, aren't they?

If we win, you
could even live here.

Mum would like that.

How can you tell, sir?

It's in her eyes.

She's looking for completion.

See, naming me after my father
was her way of forgiving him,

but I don't think she
ever let go of her pain.

Why would she
need to forgive him?

Did I say that?

That's funny. I was...

promising myself, for her
sake, I wouldn't mention it.

She can hear, you know.

Can't react, but...

she can hear.

What's on your mind, Jimmy?

I haven't told you everything.

Jimmy, according to
your mother's account
of her relationship...

-Objection. Hearsay.
-Your Honor,

aren't tribal legends hearsay?

I don't see anybody
doubting their veracity.

Continue.

Thank you.

Jimmy, will you
share with the court

what your mother told
you about her relationship

with PFC Jimmy Blackhorse?

The campaign on Guadalcanal
had been hard on him.

He was shell-shocked.
He'd lost, uh...

most of his hearing.

He-he couldn't sleep, and this
made him glum and weary.

Mum saw a happy spirit
buried within him.

She loved him to her very being.

She wouldn't bed him
unless he married her first.

He resisted this.
He kept on telling her

that she could
do better than him.

What happened the night
he disappeared, Jimmy?

Oh... he was
pickled on ale.

Mum was-was
trying to sober him up,

and he went for her.

She said it was
a combination of the...

alcohol on his brain and...

the pain in his heart.

He left soon after.

That ravine was nearby and...

Well, he was still
drunk and... it was dark.

Are you the product
of that night, Jimmy?

Yeah.

I feel Jimmy in him.

The Jimmy I remember.

Your Honor, I think you
have your evidence...

both spiritual and scientific.

And, as it turns out,

both were necessary
in revealing the truth...

for not only do the remains

belong to PFC Jimmy Blackhorse,

but they reflect the
spirit of a different man...

A man whose bright
essence was turned to ashes

by the violence of war.

And only... only in his son

does his true spirit live.

The community of Blue Canyon
deeply resents these portrayals

of code-talkers as
rapists and drunks.

Haven't we heard enough
of these tired and
offensive clichés?

Your Honor, I don't
think Jimmy Blackhorse

was a drunk or a rapist.

I think he was a
human being in crisis.

Sir, in light of these findings,

I propose a change.

With your blessing,
I will suggest

that the navy name its
ship after Arsenio Price,

Jimmy's code-talking partner.

Mr. Price, a Bronze
Star recipient

died three years ago.

Sir, we think that
his proud spirit

would bless the
officers and the crew

of the Navy's newest vessel...

while the spirit of
Jimmy Blackhorse

be allowed to finally find
peace in a resting place

of his family's choosing.

How does opposing
counsel respond?

The community of Blue Canyon
accepts this offer.

Mr. Blackhorse, do
we have your approval?

I'll build the casket, sir.

We welcome you
to the Navajo nation.

You are our brother.

We are adjourned.

-Cool words, sir.
-Thanks, Bud.

Welcome home.

-Welcome home.
-Thank you.

You did the right thing.

As long as I have your
approval, Commander.

You have my congratulations.

Commander.

Harm, don't.

Hmm...

Chocolate?

[laughing]