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[man]
What you afraid of?

You hear something, Rafael?

Shh...

-[horn honking]
-[whistle shrilling]

-[yelling]
-[gun fires]

[grunts]

Grenade!

[gunfire]

No!!

[gunfire continues]

Private First Class
Rafael Jesus Rivera filed

for his VA benefits
three months ago.

Private Rivera served
with the First Marine Division

during the Chosin
Reservoir Campaign.

-One of the "Chosin Few."
-Correct.

"The night of 28th November,
1950

during the battle for
the high ground on Fox Hill

Private Rivera acquitted
himself with distinction.

He was wounded
three times."

So, what's the problem, sir?

Well, when the
Veteran's Administration

went to process his 21-526

they discovered
that Private Rivera

had never been discharged

-from the Marine Corps.
-He deserted?

April 4th, 1951.

Walked away
from Kirkland VA Hospital

Albuquerque, New Mexico.
Never to be heard from again.

And now he's filed
for veteran's benefits?

Why would he do that?

I don't have a clue.

Does anyone care
at this late date?

Care to answer
that question, Colonel?

There's no statute
of limitations

on desertion, Bud.

You run away
from the Marine Corps,

we chase you
all the way to hell.

See, Private Rivera's being
held by the Sheriff

at Angel Falls, Tierra County,
New Mexico

-pending our instructions.
Colonel?
-I'll take care of him, sir.

-Thank you, Colonel.
That will be all.
-Aye, aye, sir.

Seems like our week
for deserters.

"Seaman Owen Zuggler."

He was picked up for running
a red light in the District.

He apparently had
an unauthorized absence

from his ship at Norfolk.

Spent 30 days in the brig

during which time he claimed
he was not in the Navy.

Seems like a pretty
lame excuse, sir. Easy to check.

Turns out the man
who spent 30 days

in the brig
is indeed a civilian.

An unknown man stole

his Social Security number
and used it to enlist.

Mr. Zuggler has
retained counsel.

Since you'll be acting JAG
while I'm gone,

Lieutenant Roberts
will handle the case

-under your supervision.
-Yes, sir.

The Colonel filled in last time
did an excellent job.

Yes, sir, and I filled in
the time before that, sir.

[chuckles]

A car and driver
waiting outside, Admiral.

Here's your
plane ticket, sir.

Row 12, on the aisle.

There's a rental car waiting
at the Albuquerque
International Sunport.

-Have a good trip, sir.
-Thanks, Tiner.

Good morning, sir.
New rod?

Scott Eclipse.
Weighs 2.9 ounces.

Medium fast action?

Highest line speed.

What kind of flies
are you using, sir?

Well, I was thinking about

a Blue Winged Olive
and a Pale Morning Dun.

Outstanding choices, sir.

-Tell my sister hello.
-I will.

Gunny, I really appreciate
you setting this up for me.

Maria's the best fishing guide
in the state, Admiral.

She booked you
on a private lake.
You won't be disappointed.

-[elevator dings]
-Great.

How do you like me
to handle this case, sir?

Cheaply.

Sir?

The Admiral's
on a cost-cutting jag, Bud.

No pun intended.
He's counting the paper clips.

So, we are going to show him
how much money we can save.

-Whoa!
-Sir.

-Sir, are you all right?
-I'm fine.

Here, sir. Come on.

Whoa, whoa.

Are you sure that maybe
you don't want to lay down

-and put some ice on it?
-Commander, I am fine.

Lieutenant, have a seat.

Sit down. I'm good.

Make arrangements for
the Absentee Collection Unit

-to bring Private Rivera
back from Angel Falls.
-Yes, ma'am.

I want everything
you can find on him:

service records,
medical history

in particular if there's any
incidents of mental illness.

And see if you can locate
anyone who remembers him

-from the Marine Corps.
-Where are we going
with this, ma'am?

I want to know why
Private Rivera deserted.

And if I don't like the answer
I'll see to it that
he's dishonorably discharged,

so that he'll never
receive the benefits,

that should rightly go to men
who met their full obligations.

Ma'am, the men who served
at Chosin Reservoir

were about the bravest Marines

who ever wore
the Eagle, Globe and Anchor.

They were outnumbered
ten to one, ma'am.

They suffered 7,000 casualties
out of 15,000 men.

It was
so damn cold there

that the water
in their canteens froze.

They couldn't eat
their C-rations

so they existed on a diet
of Tootsie Rolls

and they fought to the last man.

I know the history, Gunny.

I don't think a Marine
who served at Chosin

would just walk away
from the Marine Corps, ma'am.

Well, it looks like
that's just what he did.

[knock on door]

-Good day, Bud.
-Oh, Mic, she's not here.

Actually, it's you who
I came to see, Lieutenant.

Really?

I represent Owen Zuggler.

I came by to see
if we could reach a settlement

and save the Navy
the cost of going to trial.

How did Mr. Zuggler find you?

Actually, I found him.

I saw the news reports
and gave him a call.

I've started my own firm.

"Brumby
and
Brumby."

I do the work of two men.

-[scoffs]
-As you know, there
are numerous people

who have grievances
with the Navy

so I'm going
to become their voice.

Does the Colonel know
about your new specialty?

No. So far it hasn't come up.

Mr. Zuggler's suing the Navy for
false arrest and imprisonment

loss of wages and damages to his
physical and mental health.

He wants compensation
for his pain and suffering, Bud

and punitive damages.

He's willing to settle the case
for $2.5 million.

[chuckles]

The Navy made
an honest mistake, Mic.

I mean, we're prepared
to offer a settlement.

But Mr. Zuggler
is a short order cook.

He makes... $6.72 an hour

which works out
to $268.80 a week.

He was out of work
for four weeks

which comes to... $1,075.20.
I'll double that to $2,000.

I'll add $500
for his inconvenience.

Inconvenience?

My client was in the brig
for 30 days.

Where he was housed and fed
at government expense

to the tune of $43 a day,
which you'll notice,

I am not deducting
from his lost wages.

Two million.

Five thousand.

Ten.

Twenty, tops.

That's chump change, Bud.

Is that the best you can offer?

I can arrange a meeting
with Commander Rabb
if you would like.

Tomorrow, at the latest.

The night of November 28th,
1950,

Fox Company was dug in
on the ridge line,

a mile east
of the Chosin Reservoir.

The temperature was
35 below that night.

We had to work the slides
in our carbines

to keep them from seizing up.

We had 13 cases of frostbite.

The Chinese threw a whole
damned regiment against us.

No one expected to get off
that hill alive.

We just wanted to kill
as many Gooks as possible

so as not to let down
our fellow Marines.

Colonel Hazard, what part did
Private Rivera play that night?

I'd put Private Rivera,
Private Barksdale

and five others
out on the perimeter

with good fields of fire.

Private Rivera was wounded
three times that night

but he fought the enemy off.

And Fox Company was
the only thing that stood

between the Gooks and what
was left of First Division.

So I guess you
could say he saved

a hell of a lot of
lives that night.

Him and Barksdale.

I was going to put Rivera up
for the Navy Cross.

I even filled out the paperwork.

But when I found out
he deserted...

I kept hold of this.

Kind of a souvenir.

What kind of man
was Private Rivera?

He wasn't a
man,
Colonel.
He was 18.

He was 17, sir.

He lied about his age to
get in the Marine Corps.

I didn't know him all that well.

I didn't speak Spanish
and he didn't speak
a hell of a lot of English.

The Corps took them
like that back then.

As long as they understood
Semper Fi and "follow me."

Were you surprised
when he deserted, Colonel?

I was remembering
what Bill Mauldin said.

"Look into an infantryman's eyes

and you can tell
how much war he's seen."

Well, at Chosin,
we all saw too much.

That doesn't excuse
Private Rivera.

No, but it may explain
what he did.

There were Marines at Chosin

who'd fought
on Iwo Jima and Tarawa.

They said Chosin was
the hardest battle
they'd ever been in.

Even Genghis Khan
didn't go there.

Ma'am, I'd like
orders to New Mexico

to pick up Private Rivera.

Why not let the Absentee
Collection Unit handle it?

It'll be low priority
for them, ma'am.

It'll be a couple of weeks
before they can pick up
the prisoner.

Meanwhile, Private Rivera
just sits in his cell.

Why is this so important
to you, Gunny?

I looked at his
paperwork, Colonel.

He's old, poor...

Hispanic.

Because he's a Marine, ma'am.

There's no statute
of limitations on heroism.

[sighs]
I'll have to clear it
with Commander Rabb.

He controls all the assignments
this week.

-[elevator door opens]
-Thank you, ma'am.

[door opens]

It's going to rain
this afternoon.

It's perfect weather
for making love.

Well, you ought to know,
sweet thing.

Harm?

Harm?

What are you doing?

Uh... just checking.

[clears throat]

What happened to your head?

Admiral's chair fell
out from under me.

-Are you okay?
-Yeah, of course.

You called me "sweet thing."

Why would I say that?

A-- and, um, wh-- what exactly
was it that I'd know?

Did you want something?

I want you to authorize orders.

I want to send Gunny
to New Mexico
to pick up my prisoner.

Fine by me.

No argument?

Not at the moment.

But maybe something
will come up.

Okay.

[door closes]

"Sweet thing?"

Look at that.

They sent a Mexican
to pick up a Mexican.

Sheriff said
we had two more weeks.

If Rivera makes it across
the county line, we're ruined.

Only if he crosses
the county line alive.

[shower running]

Mac?

What are you doing here?

Well, a girl can't get
too much of a good thing,

so I was hoping we'd pick up
where we left off last night.

Harm.

Mac.

Harm!

Did you just call me "Mac"?

No.

Well, it sure
sounded like that.

But why would I call you Mac?

I mean, I know the difference
between you and Mac.

And what would that be?
Other than the fact
that her boobs are bigger?

You're more entertaining.

Harm, don't ever tell
a girl she's entertaining

unless she's a stripper.

No, I-- I-- I meant...

I know what you meant.

I've always been
the class clown.

But, actually, not everybody
finds me to be entertaining.

It might surprise you
to know that some people
find me obnoxious.

Would you please say something
so I can stop babbling?

Stop babbling, Renee.

Well, I suppose I should
be counting my blessings.

Despite the blow to your head

you still liked me
well enough last night.

Mmm...

[titters]

I'm losing my mind.

Gunnery Sergeant Victor
Galindez reporting, Sheriff.

Wasn't expecting you, Galindez.

These are my orders authorizing
the transport of Private Rivera.

Last I heard, some chaser from
the Absentee Collection Unit

was due here 11 days from now.

There's been a change of plans,
Sheriff.

Sure seems like you're going
to an awful lot of trouble

for some
borracho.

Think you can
handle him yourself?

Well, he's 67 years old,
he'll be handcuffed.
I think I can manage.

[scoffs]

When he was younger, he'd have
given you a run for your money.

I'm going to need you
to sign out for the prisoner.

He's all yours.

Is he difficult?

He's, uh, stubborn...

like a lot of you people.

He and I, we've had
our troubles before.

During picking season,
Rivera get into fights
on Saturday night

and he'd sweat off his drunk
in my jail cell
on Sunday morning.

Back in the '70s,
he stole a pickup truck.

He wasn't the kind of man
that knew his place.

Now, what place is that,
Sheriff?

Angel Falls is my town.

This is my county.

I've been the law here
for 33 years

and I have a very low tolerance
for disobedience

civil or uncivil.

We take care of our own here.

You sure there are
fish in this lake?

Got six trout
here last week.

There you go.

Good stroke, Admiral.

A nice tight loop.

There's really no trick to it.

You just have to be
smarter than the fish.

It was a lot easier to
fish when I was young.

I used to catch
1,500 fish a day.

-You're kidding.
-No. Used to throw

a hand grenade over the side
of a patrol boat.

Have enough for lunch.
Hell, one time

I threw in a stick
of dynamite

killed enough fish to feed an
entire Vietnamese village.

[laughs]

My brother told me

you had a sense of humor,
Admiral.

I mean, not that we talk
about you a lot.

Of course, you are
worth talking about.

Maria, I bore
myself sometimes.

I wonder why anybody
even pays attention.

'Cause you are the big fish.

[Galindez] There are
several questions

I am required to ask you,
Private Rivera

before you can
be transported.

I have not been a private
for 50 years.

Technically, you still are

a member of the United States
Marine Corps

subject to its rules
and regulations.

You feeling depressed?

You come 2,000 miles
to ask me that?

Have you had any thoughts
of taking your own life?

When you get to be my age,
Gunnery Sergeant

every day is very precious.

Every breath.

No, I don't want
to cut my life short.

Feeling angry?

-What does it matter?
-Is your anger so great

that you're a threat
to yourself or others?

I have not killed anybody
in 50 years.

Stand up, please.

[speaking in Spanish]

Si.

[Rabb]
Let me get this straight.

The Marine Corps took
Mr. Zuggler, a civilian

put him in the brig
for two weeks

and then knowing
they had the wrong man

they held him
for an additional two weeks?

They tasked him
with policing the area.

-That's not hard time.
-Bud, you can't go around

plucking innocent civilians
off the street

and throwing them
in the brig.

But, sir, the Navy made
an honest mistake.

But it's not worth $2 million.

Brumby wants too much.

-Oh, that's just Brumby.
-What's just Brumby?

Oh, I was saying that his reach
far exceeds his grasp.

Not in my case.

So, have you heard
from New Mexico?

The Admiral checked in
via cell phone.

He has caught three trout.

Yeah, apparently

the Gunny's sister
is a very good guide.

Valerie fishes? I never thought
she'd leave the mall.

Not Valerie. Maria.

Gunny has four sisters, Bud.

[MacKenzie]
So, counting airfare

car rental, fly rod and lodging

that comes to $400 a fish.

It's closer to $500.

-Hey, guys.
-Hey.

-I thought our lunch is at 1:00.
-Yeah, it is.

Lieutenant, have you discussed
my offer with the Commander?

What offer?

Uh, Mr. Brumby
is representing Mr. Zuggler.

You didn't, uh, tell me
you had a new job.

Small potatoes.

$2 million
is not small potatoes.

So, Commander?

Not even in the ballpark.

Then make me an offer.

$25,000.

Out of the question.

$30,000. Take it or leave it.

You have 15 seconds
to decide.

If you want to play hardball,
mate, I'll see you in court.

I'll see you
at 1:00, Sarah.

"Brumby and Brumby."

"1-800-SUE-NAVY."

It does not say
"1-800-SUE-NAVY."

[laughs]

Commander? Sir?

Are you all right?

Of course I'm all right.

Why do people keep
asking me that?

Well, you look
a little spacey, sir.

You ever see things?

Like UFOs, sir?

No, no, no, no.

I mean, like, you know,
things that aren't there.

No. Actually, no, sir.

Let's say that you did

and that these things...
challenged the assumptions

by which you led your life.

They, uh, seemed
to lead you
in a different direction.

What direction, sir?

Away.

But none of it
is
real?

I mean, who's to say what's real
and what's illusion, huh?

The Moody Blues?

[chuckles]

Thanks, Bud.

You've been a big help.

Sir, have you considered
an MRI?

-I'll see you soon.
-Take care.

Should I congratulate you
on your new career?

Well, that's what
I would expect.

This is the second time
you've gotten a new job
without telling me.

Sarah, every time
I do something

I don't want to have
to climb over you.

You have to trust what I'm doing
is the right thing.

Trust that I'm not working
against us.

Besides, I'm only taking
advantage of what I know best.

-What, litigating
against the Navy?
-What do you do, Sarah?

Either prosecute
individual servicemen and women

or defend them
often by attacking
the institution of the Navy.

-How is that different
from what I'm doing?
-[elevator dings]

[elevator door opens]

Except you get
to wear the uniform.

Where are you headed?

Albuquerque
International Sunport.

Have a safe trip.

[car door closes]

[car engine starts]

Make sure they don't get there.

What about the Marine?

He may be a Marine, but he's
just another beaner to me.

That new?

Sheriff got it for me.

-No paper trail.
-We should've burned Rivera

in that damn rusty trailer
of his when we had the chance.

There was no point
in killing him
before it was time, Felton.

Hell, he's an old man.

He might've died natural before
his case ever went to trial.

Besides, Rivera's not that bad
of a guy.

Jim, the only reason
that nice old man
ain't dead already

is he got arrested
by the Marines.

There's no way the sheriff
is going to kill him
in his own jail.

Loaded them myself.

Extra powder and ball bearings
instead of buckshot.

Eight to a shell.

We can't just shoot them.

We only got between here
and Albuquerque.

You kill a Mexican,
the sheriff can fix it,
but you shoot a Marine...

We got to do this smart, Felton.

Rivera makes it out alive

he's going to take your land
and mine and the sheriff's

and a lot more besides.

[grunts]

Take these damn things off.

It's against regs.

You don't trust me?

Why I should trust you?

Because I'm on your side,
Private Rivera

and I have been from the start.

So, what we have here
is some wetback pissing
by the side of the road.

Do whatever you want
you're about to own
half the county.

How I know you're on my side?

Well, for starters I made the
arrangements to come out here
two weeks ahead of time.

Otherwise, you'd still be
cooling your heels
over at that Angel Falls jail.

Why? Why you helping me?

Because, Private Rivera,
at Chosin Reservoir

you showed great
bravery under fire.

Do you know Lieutenant
Hazard submitted you
for the Navy Cross?

"For daringly exposing himself
to machine guns, grenades
and small arms fire,

and holding his
position in the face
of overwhelming odds."

You were wounded
three times,
but you kept on fighting.

You risked your life to
save a wounded comrade.

I was young.

I didn't know no better.

Is that why you walked
away from the Marine Corps
Private Rivera,

because you didn't know better?

I was not educated
when I joined.

My English no good.

Half of the time I don't
understand what they say to me.

Why did you enlist?

Because all my life
I wanted to get the hell away
from New Mexico

and see the world,

but all I saw was a lot of guys
puking in the hold
of some damned troop ship

and the top of a freezing hill
in Korea.

That was not the world
I wanted to see.

Is that why you deserted?

I am
not
a deserter!

Well, then, how do
you explain the fact

that you never
reported back for duty?

After they airlifted me
back to the States...

it took a long time
for my wounds to heal.

At the beginning,
I felt sorry for myself.

Then I saw men with no legs,
no arms.

Some of them could not move
at all.

So I stop feeling sorry
for myself.

After five months, the doctor
told me I was discharged

that I was free to go.

I could return home.

[speaking in Spanish]

Well, if you don't think
that you're a deserter

how come you never applied
for benefits until now?

Because until now,
I need no money.

Now, I have to pay lawyers.

Just how much trouble
are you in?

Not too much.

I can handle it.

You think, uh...

I have to do brig time?

That's not for me to say,
Private Rivera.

I'm only a gunnery sergeant.

No,
señor.

The staff NCOs
run the Marine Corps.

[chuckles]

Yeah, don't tell the officers.

Look... Rafael,

I'm going to do everything I can
to help you.

-Really?
-Yeah, really.

[handcuffs releasing]

Gracias.

De nada.

Oh, someday I hope Victor
will come back

to where he belongs
and find a wife.

I wouldn't count on it,
Maria.

He's excelling where he is.

Does he know that?

Of course.

You've told him.

Well, not in so many words.

But he'd know if he
had a problem with you.

[
chuckling
]
They all know.

[
chuckles
]

So, have you ever thought
about leaving here?

No, not when I'm out here
on this lake, Admiral.

Oh, I understand that.

It's A.J.

What do you do when you're not
a fishing guide?

I'm a paralegal
with a law firm.

I spend my time going through
dusty records in libraries.

All you see here was once owned
by Spanish landowners, A.J.

It was taken from them
by force a hundred years ago.

Now they're all fighting
to get it back.

You're talking about land
that's been owned by others
for generations.

Not owned, A.J., stolen.

Probably make a case both ways.

Yeah, well, sometimes
a little too forcefully.

A lawyer handling one of
our most promising trials

was shot to death last year.

[cell phone rings]

I hate these damn things.

Then why do you carry one?

Because I'm indispensable?

-Excuse me.
-Sure.

Chegwidden.

I'm sorry to
bother you, Admiral.

We're about 40 miles
from Eagle Nest Lake, sir.

With your authorization
I'd like to make a detour
to Cibola.

-Gunny?
-Yes, sir.

What the hell are you doing
in New Mexico?

I'm picking up
the colonel's prisoner, sir.

Did Commander Rabb
authorize this?

Yes, sir.

What the hell did he do,
fall on his head?

Uh, pretty much, sir.

Uh, sir, Private Rivera's
requested the opportunity

to return to his home in Cibola

to retrieve
certain personal effects.

Well, surely someone can--
can forward them.

Well, he lives alone, sir
in a trailer out in the middle
of nowhere

and he's afraid his things
won't be there when he returns.

Sir, Private Rivera's
an old man.

He doesn't have much, but what
he does have means a lot to him.

This is a job, Gunny.
Don't let it get personal.

Sir, I believe there's been
a miscarriage of justice here.

It's my firm belief
that Private Rivera

did not desert
from the Marine Corps.

All right.

-You know Eagle Nest Lake.
-Oh, yes, sir.

I've fished on that lake
since I was a kid.

Go to Cibola, bring your
prisoner to the trailhead.

Call me when you get there.
I'll come down.

Maybe we can work something out.

Yes, sir.

[Renee]
Roses!

Okay, flyboy,
what's the occasion?

Promotion? Birthday?
Anniversary?

Are you dumping me?

[chuckling]

I just spent
60 bucks on roses.

Yeah, they're always
nice to you
right before they kick you out.

"They?"

People of your gender.

I'm not kicking you out.

Harm, you called me Mac.

Is she your dream girl?

You want to know the truth?

I can handle it.

I've been doing
some thinking lately.

About Mac coming out
of your shower

clothed only in raindrops?

[chuckles]

Sorry.

I...

Are you in love with her?

Come on, Renee.
We fight like cats and dogs.

Besides, she's
getting married soon, remember?

Remember?
I'm counting the days.

Harm, tell her
to get out of your dreams

and then you can have me,
and I can have my miracle.

I know one thing.

I want you in my life.

Not as second best?

I want to show you something.

Oh, God...

They were beautiful.

You know what I remember
most about them?

Hmm?

The laughter.

The joy they took
in one another.

It's the prize
in the box of Cracker Jack.

It's what every woman
wants to be, Harm.

That's what she was to him.

Vamos.

[speaking in Spanish]

-Gracias.
-Mm-hmm.

[engine starts]

We had a wet winter.

A lot of washouts.

What happens if we go right?

Oh, it's a long way around,
but we'll get to the lake.

[groans]

[man screaming]

[speaking in Spanish]

[speaking in Spanish]

[splattering]

Gasoline.

Fuego.

Go, go!

[groaning]

-Got him!
-Yeah.

[groans]

[speaking in Spanish]

[moaning]

Where the hell you going?!

You don't hunt
a wounded animal at night.

The Marine can still travel, Jim
and the
borracho's
not hit.

They won't get far,
Felton.

We can track them
at first light.

[groaning]

How many rounds
you got left?

Two mags of 15 rounds each.

Get my cell phone.

[groans]

You got shot right
through the phone.

[groans]

[car exploding in distance]

[groans]

You know what you're doing?

I got practice getting shot.

[groaning]

Still no answer?

Out of service.
This is not like Victor.

Well, a lot of things could
have happened last night.

Flat tire...
he could've run off the road.

Victor was a Deputy in Taos.

He has friends
in law enforcement.

I know they'll be able
to help us.

Call them.
Tell them your brother

was transporting a prisoner,
Rafael Jesus Rivera.

When last in contact
he was taking Private Rivera
to his trailer at Cibola.

Why didn't you
tell me this sooner?

Well, it wasn't
your business sooner.

I know where to find Rafael,
A.J.

He was a client
of the murdered lawyer.

One seventy-five.

Eighty, 80,000

with the written understanding
that Mr. Zuggler

cannot disclose the amount
of the settlement.

-Done.
-And give no interviews
to any publications

including, but not limited to

the
National Enquirer
and
People Magazine.

Lieutenant, that may adversely
affect the ability of my client

to make up the losses
he suffered
at the hands of the Navy.

Come on, Mic,
we've heard all this.

Now, your client has
a legitimate beef, granted.

But you were in the Navy.

You want to see the Service
subject to ridicule?

I need to think of my client.

Who's being well taken care of.

And now it's time
to consider the greater good.

What, are you appealing
to my better angels?

Exactly.

Besides, you're not going
to do better than $80,000.

Done.

I'll see you, then,
um, at the wedding,
if not before.

You set a date?

That's what Sarah and I
are going to do at lunch.

Well, huh.

The sooner the better, huh?

Yeah.

Never too soon to hook up
a good thing.

Lieutenant.

Cheers, mate.

That was masterful, sir.

You're his new best buddy.

You misjudge him, Bud.

Brumby's not so bad
once you get used to him.

[knock at door]

Is something wrong?

Harm, why are you staring at me?

You're out of uniform.

Right?

I-- I changed
in the ladies room.

I'm going to
lunch with Mic.

Oh, and did I tell you
I'm taking the afternoon off?

No. No, you failed
to mention that.

Hmm.

It's a-- it's a big day
for you two, huh?

Yeah, it is.

You know, Mic said
that you were fair, friendly.

Well, come on.
You and I are friends.

And, you know,
Mic's going to be your husband.

So, it's only fitting that
he and I should be friends.

Sir, about that MRI...

[groaning]

[speaking in Spanish]

[speaking in Spanish]

[speaking in Spanish]

You got a fever.

-Do you hear something?
-Yeah.

They're out there.

-Hey, Rafe, who are these guys?
-Does it matter?

If I'm going to get killed,
I want to know why.

These men want my land.

What?

A lawyer come to me
two, three years ago,

and told me
I have a claim to a
hundred thousand acres

that was given to my
grandfather's grandfather.

The lawyer says I have
good chance to win lawsuit.

That means I'm going
to be very rich.

-[groans]
-Muevate, muevate,
mueve para aca.

You know,

they say a rich man
dies just like poor man.

[gunshot]

Thirty aught six.

Maybe they're hunters.

[gunshots]

People hunt with nine millimeter
pistols around here?

Uh, call the Taos Sheriff's
Department again.

Tell them we need
a chopper out here fast.

Okay.

Can you travel?

[gunshot]

No.

[gunshot]

[speaking in Spanish]

Listen, Rafe,
just get the hell out of here.

[speaking in Spanish]

Pretend you're a damn Marine
and just follow orders.

I'm out of practice.

[gunshot]

[speaking in Spanish]

[grunts]

What the hell was that?

[growling]

[speaking in Spanish]

Gunny!

Over here, sir!

[panting]

[speaking in Spanish]

Any more?

No, sir.

[panting]

You all right?

I've been hurt worse before,
Admiral.

Sure am glad to see you, sir.

Who the hell are you?

Private Rafael
Jesus Rivera, sir.

Huh.

[adjutant]
Attention to Orders.

"The President of
the United States

takes pleasure in presenting
the Navy Cross

to Private First Class
Rafael Jesus Rivera

for extraordinary heroism
as a rifleman

with the First Marine Division
in action
against enemy forces in Korea

on November 28th, 1950.

While severely outnumbered,

Private Rivera continued
to fight

while exposing himself

to intense machine gun,
grenade and small arms fire.

Although seriously wounded,
he was able
to hold his position

which was vital
to the mission of his unit.

His great personal courage
and valiant fighting spirit

in the face
of tremendous odds

reflect great credit
upon himself

and the United States
Naval Service."

Congratulations, Rivera.

Thank you, sir.

[adjutant]
Order! Hut!