Original subtitles

[panting]

[sobbing]

[clattering]

[screaming]

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Calm down, calm down.

Look at me, look at me, look at me.

Look at me. Look at me.

I'm not him, okay? All right?

He's over there.

WOMAN: Is he dead?

MAN: He's unconscious.

He banged his head on the floor

when I disarmed him.

Oh, my God! He cut me.

It's not your blood.

[grunts]

[opening theme music playing]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Sorry I'm late, sir.

I got caught on a call.

Remain standing, Commander.

This won't take long.

Attention to orders!

"During a combat mission over the former Yugoslavia,

Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb Jr. WAS

flying escort for an F-14 photo aircraft

when it was badly damaged by hostile antiaircraft fire.

to prevent his comrades from being captured or killed,

Commander Rabb unhesitatingly and with consummate skill

used his windscreen to push the aircraft

by use of its lower tailhook

12 miles to the sea, where both pilot and RIO were rescued.

Commander Rabb's gallantry was in the finest tradition

of the naval services

and reflects great credit

upon himself, naval aviation and the United States Navy.

He is hereby awarded

the Distinguished Flying Cross, Second Award."

-Congratulations, Commander. -Thank you, sir.

At ease.

Now, since, uh, you're not married

and your mother's not present,

and I'm damn sure unwilling,

I'll ask the, uh, colonel

to do the honors.

Gently, marine.

Uh, sir, I'm, uh, I'm flattered...

I'm also a little, uh, a little confused.

I believe I requested no ceremony be conducted.

Yeah, I know-- I ignored it.

Take a seat.

I was just about to discuss your next case.

Last month, Marine Private William Clauson...

Um... uh...

allegedly assaulted a young woman

outside a Norfolk nightspot.

He dragged her at knifepoint into a construction site

and attempted to rape her.

I'm familiar with the case-- city councilman's daughter.

Another marine saved her, correct?

Corporal Keely Woods, sir.

You and the lieutenant will prosecute

in Private Clauson's court-martial.

Yes, sir.

Now, for obvious reasons

the press has taken an acute interest.

Build your case carefully. Tighten every bolt.

Understood, sir.

Commander Mattoni, you have the thankless job

of defending the most unpopular marine

in Norfolk.

I accept the challenge, sir.

Colonel, you'll take on

the defense of Petty Officer Richard Brindisi,

who was arrested in Norfolk

by the U.S. Customs Canine Enforcement Team

as he disembarked the destroyer USS Grace Hopper.

Charge is possession of marijuana.

The petty officer is maintaining his innocence.

An article 32 hearing

has been convened.

Sir, might I request the prosecution on this one?

You see an easy score here, Commander?

Not at all, sir.

Just an opportunity to lock horns with a worthy adversary.

Brumby, you give

new meaning to the word "enthusiasm."

Should I take that as a compliment, sir?

Please do.

Admiral?

Uh, sir.

Sir, about the medal, I'd like to make it clear--

I-I do appreciate the honor.

I was just trying to, uh, avoid any references

to my carrier activities as a way of showing

my renewed commitment to JAG, sir.

I'm... I'm happy.

In fact, sir, I'm ecstatic to be rubbing shoulders

once again in what I consider to be

the top JAG outfit in the military.

It's clear to me.

Anyone confused by the commander's feelings?

That'll be all.

I'm overcompensating.

Yes, you are.

I just can't help feeling everybody's in the boat

and I'm being towed behind in the dinghy.

Could it be because you're the only one

using nautical metaphors?

There's going to be a period of adjustment

for all of us.

My suggestion is, don't push it, let it happen.

We'll get the rhythm back.

Well, Brumby certainly dances to your beat.

By that you mean...?

He's still on your scent.

We're friends.

No man is interested in being friends with a woman

who looks like you.

Well, except me, of course,

because, you know, I'm like a brother.

But anyway, to the point: You encourage him.

-How? -How?

He says he wants to lock horns with you, you smile.

What should I have done--

ordered him to drop and give me 50?

You like him.

Look, you haven't been here in six months

so the fine points of my relationship with anyone are lost on you.

And, you know, when it comes to my relationships,

you are not necessarily

on a need-to-know basis.

Yes, ma'am.

RABB: Colonel, the corporal's testimony is

essential to our case.

I understand, Commander.

But the corporal is reserved by nature

and the rescue of that girl has

made him a media celebrity.

He's uncomfortable with the limelight.

You'll need to tread lightly

and keep the press at bay.

I understand that, sir.

The problem we're facing is with time constraints.

Look, I like this kid.

He's got grit.

He was back to duty

the day his stitches were out.

His C.O. tells me

he's the fastest-developing marine in his command.

Colonel Hegsterrer, when you say he feels uncomfortable

with the limelight...

He had to be talked into accepting

his Navy Marine Corps medal.

Something that big-- can you imagine?

Here's a guy who would rather wrestle

with a knife-wielding rapist

than attend an award ceremony.

Well, sir, how are we to proceed

if we encounter similar resistance?

Make no mistake--

I want Private Clauson's ass on toast.

Cut the corporal a mile of slack.

Work your magic.

Aye, aye, sir.

Hoo-hoo-hoo!

Georgetown got the ball!

St. John's down by three!

Iverson at the key!

He goes! No! No!

The ball's up... and it's good!

It's good!

Final seconds.

They get it out to Iverson... he got it!

Traffic in the middle, baby!

Allen Iverson doesn't use a hook shot.

He does now, sir.

[Rabb chuckling]

It's a lost art.

Of course, there are those times

when the lane's plugged, you can't get set.

That's all you have.

You play, sir?

A little.

You want to play one-on-one, sir?

Not today, Corporal.

Today we talk.

I'm Lieutenant Commander Rabb and this is Lieutenant Roberts.

We're with the Judge Advocate General Corps.

You want me to testify, right, sir?

We do.

Why, sir? The girl can tell you everything.

We need an eyewitness.

Otherwise, it's word against word.

You're the legs of our case, Corporal.

I can't handle it, sir.

I'll freeze up there.

Well, we could coach you on what to say, how to say it.

What about, uh... can't think of it.

You know, when the testimony's written down?

RABB: Affidavits aren't allowed.

You have to appear.

I understand it's a challenge, Corporal,

but look at it this way:

If you fail to testify, Private Clauson could be acquitted.

How would you feel then?

I have to be at the motor pool in 11 minutes, sir.

You should know, Corporal,

we can order you to appear, if necessary.

Not that we expect that to happen.

No, sir.

You expect me to get onboard, right, sir?

Just... think about it, all right?

Aye, sir.

When are you off duty, Corporal?

In two hours, sir.

We'll come by the barracks then, all right?

Aye, sir.

That was, uh, quite the shot, sir.

Surprised the hell out of me, too.

[chuckling]

The defense moves to dismiss all charges, sir.

JUDGE: On what grounds, Colonel?

There's no evidence.

The U.S. Customs lab lost it?

And no field test was performed.

Sir, the government can produce Gary Sharps,

the Customs enforcement officer

who took possession of the marijuana.

It's not marijuana if you can't prove it.

Refer to it as "substance" for the time being.

Yes, sir.

Uh, Mr. Sharps was alerted by the U.S. Customs detector dog,

and then the search of the petty officer's gear

uncovered the substance,

which Mr. Sharps inspected and concluded to be marijuana.

MacKENZIE: The custom officer's testimony is unverifiable.

It's not only unfair to my client

but to the entire notion of due process.

Mr. Sharps has been seizing illegal shipments for more than 18 years.

He knows marijuana when he sees it.

We're going to need more than his opinion, Commander.

Well, he qualifies as an expert witness, sir.

Besides, according to the captain of the Grace Hopper,

Petty Officer Brindisi has been

under suspicion for some time.

-Which proves nothing. -Colonel,

you'll get your chance to cross-examine.

-But, sir... -Ah-ah.

I'm not going to allow you out the back door.

ROBERTS: Via Lobos, McIntyre...

Saldudi, Moore...

Mayer, Woods.

There it is, sir.

Marine.

Sir.

At ease.

This is Corporal Woods' bunk, yes?

-Uh, yes, sir. -Do you know where he is?

No, sir.

I think he left for the PX about an hour ago.

With all his gear.

LEADER: Low rider, low rider, low rider, lay-o!

GROUP: Low rider, low rider...

HEGSTETTER: Corporal Woods had no special liberty-- he's U.A.

-Can you tell me why? -You're not assuming

wehad something to do with it, sir.

He was here, you talked to him, he's gone.

Sir, we just gave it to him straight.

No pressure of any kind?

We told him to think about it, sir.

Now, sir, I also thought he had a right

to know we could order him to appear, if necessary.

That might have done it.

-Sir... -And, if so

the fault lies with the corporal.

Duty is an obligation, not an option.

He knows that.

On the other hand,

this is a lousy way to get his record dinged.

I'll hold off reporting the incident.

Would you like a second crack at your witness?

Very much, sir.

He's from New Brunswick, New Jersey.

They usually go home.

When you find him,

you tell him this-- I offer

forgiveness only.

If he wants back, he'll have to prove

he's the marine we believe him to be.

Aye, aye, sir.

[doorbell rings]

Hi.

Hi.

I was around the corner in a pub.

Beat a bloke at darts,

so I spent my winnings on a couple of Caesar salads.

I was actually in the middle of making dinner.

Um... but I haven't

opened the can yet, so come in.

Thanks.

First time I've gotten past the door.

Must be living right.

I just can't take your salad and throw you out

but don't get too comfortable.

I'm working.

Actually, so am I.

See, I was thinking.

If you were inclined to ask for a deal

for Petty Officer Brindisi--

let's say a bad conduct discharge

with no confinement or forfeiture of pay

I might be in a position to...

Weasel your way out of a weak case?

You're in evidentiary hell, Commander.

It's not in the best interest of my client

to give you a leg up.

Mac, your client has a history

of suspicious behavior.

Besides, I have two parties

that identified the substance as marijuana.

Two?

The customs officer and the dog.

You're right.

I need to meet this animal.

Now, wait a minute.

No. My client has been falsely accused

and it was this dog

who first sniffed him out

so set it up for tomorrow.

This is something that Iwould do.

[chuckling]: Yeah, of course it is.

Blimy, I like our courtroom battles.

You keep me sharp, Mac.

No, no, no. Bad strategy.

See, you're acknowledging my power.

Or making you overconfident.

[laughs]

Truth is, I admire the way you work.

Your tenacity and persistence--

that's what gives you your edge.

All right, in the interest of fairness,

I'll tell you what I like about the way youwork.

You are able to distinguish

between what you are and what you do.

You're a snake in the courtroom

but nowhere else.

And when you lose, you just shrug it off

and you bounce back.

You're also pretty creative.

That I woulddispute.

But I have ways of compensating.

Yeah? Like what?

My timing's pretty good.

I'll agree.

I enjoy the element of surprise.

Always works.

Mic.

My first name.

Is that a good sign?

Um... I'm not ready for this.

I'm sorry.

That's all right.

Is it?

No...

But the salad's awfully good.

WOMAN: How did you spell it again?

K-e-e-l-y W-o-o-d-s.

What kind of a name is "Keely"?

I don't know, ma'am.

We're just looking for his family's home address.

We thought we had the right one

but the people there didn't know who he was.

When was he a student here?

Class of '93.

I don't see it.

'92? '94?

No '92... no '94.

There's no record of a Keely Woods

everattending Edison.

Maybe he changed his name.

Uh... his records indicate

he was a varsity basketball player.

Do you have team photos anywhere?

On the wall.

[school bell ringing]

RABB: I don't think Corporal Woods ever played basketball

at this school, Bud.

How did we get ourselves talked into this?

You may not want to deal with it right now, sir,

but even if we do track him down

won't he have a credibility problem?

Could be a records mistake.

Only happens 1,000 times a year.

So where do we look now?

Well, he, uh... he knew a lot

about the Georgetown basketball team

of three years ago.

That's pretty specific.

Think he's from D.C., sir?

When we get back, I'm going to check

the college and semipro rosters.

You take that photo of him

around the city's top playgrounds.

See if you can get an I.D., huh?

Aye, aye, sir.

Might help to get into a game, too.

[chuckles]

I only play basketball on the computer, sir.

I wouldn't mention that, Bud.

MacKENZIE: 306 narcotics seizures.

Is that considered good?

Those are hall-of-fame stats, ma'am.

We're talking a street value over $18 million.

How long has Jingo been in service?

Since 1987.

He's getting up there, isn't he?

No, not really.

We're using dogs that are two, three years older.

Would you walk him around for me?

Yeah, sure.

-Up, boy. -[groans]

Good boy.

Come on.

All right, let's check you out.

[whimpering]

[laughing]

He doesn't do that with everyone, ma'am.

Why are his eyes cloudy?

-Cataracts. -That can't be good.

It's not his eyes that make him useful, Colonel.

He can still sniff a rose petal in a pile of dung.

Thanks for the image.

Look, I appreciate your bringing him by.

You're welcome, ma'am.

-Cheers, mate. -Sure.

Let's go, boy.

Heel.

[both laughing]

Pe-ew!

What does he feed him?

I had to ride up in the elevator with him.

Thought I was going to pass out.

He's an old dog.

Yeah, so am I, but I still do a few tricks.

So I've noticed.

[chuckles]

Am I correct in assuming that we're all right?

I mean, after last night.

We're fine.

'Cause I would kick myself

if it had an affect on our working relationship.

It will if you don't drop it.

Yes, ma'am.

[hip-hop music playing]

[overlapping chatter]

Hey, Popeye.

Give us a ride in your boat.

I left it back in the bathtub.

Then why you looking for it here?

Actually, I'm looking for a person.

That's what I heard.

Yo.

So where's this picture you been showing around?

Hang on.

Do you know this man?

Where'd you get this?

Do you know him?

You think he's around here?

Look, I'm asking the questions here.

What's your name?

Toops.

That's it?

For your ears.

Well, Toops, I'm a navy lawyer.

Corporal Woods is an important witness

in a case that we're trying.

Who's that?

You're looking at him.

This is Fly.

Lamar Dunwoody.

Dunwoody?

Are you sure?

Course I'm sure.

This fool killed my brother.

BRUMBY: Mr. Sharps

why did you search Petty Officer Brindisi's gear bag?

Uh... Jingo scratched at it.

And Jingo is...?

My detector dog.

Your honor, government exhibit "D,"

Jingo's long and distinguished record.

Was there any hesitation or confusion

in the way Jingo approached the bag?

Oh, no, he went right for it.

And when you searched it, what did you find?

A plastic bag containing marijuana.

Objection. Yet to be proven.

BRUMBY: That's what we're trying

to do here, Your Honor.

I'll allow it from this witness.

His expertise has been established.

How did you determine it was marijuana?

I smelled and tasted it.

It was top grade.

And what made it top grade, may I ask?

Uh, the fragrance and oiliness of the leaves,

indicates a high level of THC.

That's delta-nine- tetrahydrocannabinol,

the intoxicating agent.

Could you determine the variety?

Green Gold. It's prevalent all over the Caribbean.

And where had Petty Officer Brindisi's ship just been?

The Roosevelt Roads Naval Station in Puerto Rico.

Thank you.

Your witness.

Mr. Sharps...

aren't Customs officers required

to conduct field tests of all suspicious substances?

My new kit hadn't arrived yet

and my old one was spent.

When that happens, we use our noses

and tongues to move the process on

to the next phase.

What if there is no next phase?

No, I-I meant that I...

That you tend to assume guilt.

-Oh, no, ma'am. -Did you smoke the evidence?

-MAN: Of course not. -MacKENZIE: Excluding chemical analysis

wouldn't that be the only other way

to determine its authenticity?

No, this was marijuana.

So you say.

I object, Your Honor.

Withdrawn.

That'll be all.

Redirect, Your Honor.

Mr. Sharps, are Customs officers

allowed to make determinations

by smoking a substance under suspicion?

No, sir.

Thank you.

The government rests, Your Honor.

[hip-hop music blasting]

Ma'am?

I haven't seen Lamar in four years.

He ran away, took my house money and my jewelry.

You've had no contact with your son, ma'am?

No. I thought he was dead

and maybe if he was lucky, buried.

You say he's using a different name?

Yes ma'am. Keely Woods.

Well, then, how'd you know to come here?

A neighborhood kid identified him.

That's why those boys been hanging around.

They think I talk to him.

One of them even threatened me.

We're very sorry about that, Mrs. Dunwoody.

We do need to ask you some questions, though.

Hey, look, you know more than I do.

You know your son may have killed somebody?

Those boys think he did.

Well, what do you think, ma'am?

Look, why are you here and not the police?

Well, we're not investigating

the murder, ma'am.

Your son saved a woman from being raped.

He's our chief witness.

Anything you can tell us, Mrs. Dunwoody, to help us find him

would be incredibly helpful.

Look, Lamar's gone.

Mrs. Dunwoody, I'm going to give you my card.

I'll write my home number on the back.

You call me, day or night if anything occurs to you.

Petty Officer Brindisi, what was in the plastic bag

that was confiscated by Customs Officer Sharps?

Tropical oregano, ma'am.

Very pungent.

And how are you familiar with it?

My mother owns a restaurant in Great Neck, Long Island.

Um... the best marinara this side of Salerno,

if I may throw in a plug.

She taught me everything she knows

about food, including herbs.

And why did you have it?

My mother asked me to bring some back.

It's hard to find in the States.

Did you have any expectation

that it might be confused with marijuana?

None at all-- I thought maybe they'd check it

for bugs, fungi-- you know, that kind of thing.

Ever smoked marijuana?

[chuckles] No, ma'am.

I was an altar boy.

MacKENZIE: Thank you.

Your witness.

How long were you an altar boy?

Seven years, sir.

Is that where you learned to play poker?

Objection. Relevance.

BRUMBY: Your Honor,

on direct examination, the defendant has put

himself forward as being of good character.

I'm allowed to impeach.

You are. Objection overruled.

Weren't you investigated in connection

with a shipboard gambling syndicate

and sale and distribution of alcohol?

These aren't even prior acts, Your Honor, just prior

unsubstantiated allegations.

Commander, you're reaching.

No further questions.

Thank you, Petty Officer.

Your Honor, I would like to request

that Jingo appear at this hearing.

What?

I don't follow, Colonel.

Well, the dog was the first

to identify the substance as illicit.

Customs Officer Sharps took his cue from Jingo.

I'd like the opportunity to prove that Jingo

had incorrectly established an expectation

in Mr. Sharps, who, in turn, assumed

that what he was smelling was marijuana.

How is the Colonel going

to question a dog, Your Honor?

I intend to conduct a demonstration

of Jingo's drug- sniffing abilities

or lack thereof.

No tricks.

No, sir.

Your Honor...

The colonel is correct.

The defendant has a right to confront his accuser.

Have the animal here tomorrow morning.

Colonel?

I understand your chief witness is a dog.

I understand yours is a murderer.

Well, that hasn't checked out yet, ma'am.

Well, I hope it doesn't

'cause then, all you have to do is find him.

Well, I prefer human witnesses

to dogs any day-- even if they're missing.

I'll have a copy of that, Bud.

Yes, sir.

[dialing]

Um...

you were right.

I was imposing my perception of Brumby onto yours.

-Don't worry about it. -No, no, no.

I mean... you know. I should have believed you.

I think you know how you feel.

And besides, you and Brumby have no chemistry.

So, uh...

I'm sorry. Okay?

Sure.

Okay.

Dunwoody.

Street name "Fly."

That's right.

How'd you find me?

I got a friend at your precinct.

Detective Mario Bigi.

He tells me you're an expert on Anacostia gangs.

Yeah. What's your pleasure?

Can you ID a photo?

Discretely.

Bud.

Yeah, that's the guy.

What's with the uniform?

He enlisted in the Marine Corps under a different name.

[laughs] I would, too, if I killed somebody.

Can you confirm that, Detective?

How does six eyewitnesses grab you?

What do you want with him?

He's a witness in a rape case

that we're prosecuting.

You want a murderer to condemn a rapist?

RABB: He's all we have.

You wouldn't happen to know

where we can start looking for him, would you?

All I know is he disappeared about four years ago.

[horn honking]

-MAN: Come on! -RABB: Detective.

You wouldn't want to blow my cover

would you, Commander?

God bless you, sir.

MAN: Holding up the whole street, you idiot!

MacKENZIE: Your Honor, it is our contention

that Jingo, who is not only aging

but also experiencing diminished skills,

confused the aromatic properties of marijuana

with those of oregano.

Therefore, a simple test has been arranged.

Nine of these gear bags

contain samples of tropical oregano.

One contains Green Gold marijuana.

How do we know this?

All the samples have been prepared and certified

by the drug screening lab

at the Naval Medical Center in San Diego.

Your Honor, ten bags?

MacKENZIE: Well, actually

the odds are better

than average working conditions, sir.

In most cases, a dog has to sniff his way

through hundreds of bags.

He's supposed to be able to find the needle in the haystack.

What next, Your Honor?

Will the colonel have him jumping

through hoops of fire?

This is it, Colonel?

Yes, sir.

Proceed.

BAILIFF: Sir.

Sit.

[whimpers]

Uh... you may begin, Mr. Sharps.

Go ahead, boy.

Come on.

I'm sorry.

He's just not used to this setting.

Mr. Sharps.

Might have to declare him a hostile witness.

[barking]

[chuckling]

Private Clauson will plead guilty

to assault and battery.

We'll accept forfeiture of pay and six months' confinement.

The charge is attempted rape, Mattoni.

Maximum sentence is 20 years.

You can dig in your heels, Commander,

but you're just going to end up with dirty shoes.

Scuttlebutt says you can't find your corroborating witness,

and your victim had trouble

picking the private as her assailant.

She was upset.

I think the term is "hysterical," Lieutenant.

The point is, Mattoni, she made the ID.

She's shaky as hell.

Go ahead-- put her on the stand,

let me at her.

Huh. I'd like to see that, sir.

Ten years confinement.

We'll accept the lesser charge only.

Aggravated assault with a dishonorable discharge

and three years confinement.

Three years, sir?

Unacceptable.

Fine.

We'll take it to trial.

He'll walk.

Let us think about it.

I was just goofing

on her, sir.

I wasn't going to rape her.

Private Clauson, you are presently

the luckiest marine on the planet.

Don't blow it by also being the stupidest.

You just couldn't lay off.

That's too bad,

because now you're going to have to answer to me.

WOODS: My mother has nothing to do with this.

Why you bothering her?

We thought she might know where you were.

Now she's got bangers at her door

harassing her on the streets.

They want to know where I am and how to find me.

Before you showed up, they thought I was dead.

We showed up because you had the character

to save a woman from being raped, Lamar.

I'd take it back if it'd keep my mother safe.

I understand that. Your instincts wouldn't let you.

You're a better man than you'll admit.

In fact, I don't think you'd even be here

-if you didn't want to testify, would you? -What?

Why aren't you in hiding, changing your identity?

It's what you do, isn't it?

A little harder this time, though, huh?

You liked life as a marine, didn't you?

More to the point, I think you like life

as Keely Woods.

He's the man you've always wanted to be isn't he?

I always wanted to be my father, sir.

Marine First Sergeant Keely Dunwoody. He died in Beirut.

-I was nine. -Well, I can't think of a better reason to join.

I'll tell you what has me puzzled...

is how you passed muster.

Recruiters run background checks.

This one has you stumped, sir?

They had to run your fingerprints.

-Always. -And you have a police record, don't you?

Right.

So, it would have come up.

They'd have seen it.

Unless, of course, it wasn't there.

You're in the witness protection program, aren't you?

I've been in a safe house in Virginia

since I went U.A.

My mother called and told me you'd been to see her.

And all I could think about was how I going to get back at you.

You know what I'm saying, sir?

No, I don't, Corporal.

That's because you ain't never been in no gang.

I was a Chester Street Crip.

And there wasn't a day that went by where we didn't talk about

who we was going to make pay for dissin' us.

Is that why you killed the kid?

He shot at us first.

Hit one of my homie's sisters.

Felt right at the time.

I even got a tattoo.

Oh, I see, you didn't just murder somebody

you were proud of it.

I saw your wings.

You count your kills?

Don't even try to compare the two.

Why not, sir?

We were at war.

My government, which was my gang--

they gave us permission to fight for our common interests.

Just like Washington does for you.

I understand war.

What I don't get

is why my homie would blow a guy away

at the ATM for $40.

Leave his kid crying right there in the car seat.

That when you went to the cops?

I knew if I tried to quit, they'd smoke me.

So I got immunity.

Talked to the grand jury.

U.S. Marshals put me in the program.

Sent me to Oregon.

I hated it.

So I joined the Marine Corps instead.

The U.S. Marshals supported you joining the Marine Corps?

They didn't like it, but they backed me up.

Problem was, I got stationed an hour away from my mother,

my mother who I can't even see.

Look, you understand now why

I can't do this?

Because everyone's looking for me.

Crips, bloods!

If my face got on the news, it'll be over.

Should have thought of that before you saved that girl, Corporal.

I wasn't thinking; I was just reacting!

You see?

That's when you shine.

I can't help you now, anyway.

Not with my past.

Nobody has to know about your past.

As far as the world is concerned,

you're Corporal Keely Woods.

I've done enough!

You took somebody's life.

It'll never be enough.

Where are you going?

I don't know, sir.

Someplace where I can just get my head cleared

from all of this.

I know someplace.

21 by ones.

[hooting]

That was on you, sir.

Ah! Hook shot.

[laughing]

Oh!

WOODS: And one! And one!

20, 17.

You can play.

You played me pretty tough, sir.

It's not over yet, Corporal.

Yes, it is, sir.

You want to make this real?

You make this...

and I'm out of your life.

Now, you miss...

you miss, you take the stand.

[laughing]

That's funny, sir.

It's the only way of getting me out

of your life, Corporal.

You set me up.

I'm just rolling with the moment.

Come on.

So you'll walk away and leave me alone?

That's what I said.

My mother, too?

Mm-hmm.

All right.

Is that supposed to frighten me?

Sir, if that's your idea of trash talking,

I suggest you shut it down.

So you can learn something.

Now, follow the ball.

'Cause here it is.

There it goes.

Come and get it, pokey-assed punk.

That's pokey-assed punk, sir.

That was a foul.

Come on, get up.

You took me out with your elbow.

Oh, now, whining doesn't become you, marine.

What, you want

to take me on, huh?

You want to take me on?

You really want to pull out the stops?

Who's that talking now, huh?

Is that Lamar?

Is this the marine or the gangster?

Is that the killer...

or is it the hero?

Take your foul.

All right.

What do you say we shoot it off?

Call it and sink it.

First one to miss loses.

You shoot first.

Set shot.

Hook shot.

WOMAN: Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth

and nothing but the truth, so help you god?

I do, ma'am.

Welcome, Corporal Woods.

Enter.

Just dropping off your mail, Colonel.

Thanks, Tiner.

Everyone's talking about the stunt

with the dog, ma'am.

Stunt?

Sorry, ma'am.

That was my word.

I'm sure it was the correct strategy for the case.

I mean, he was old and couldn't cut it anymore.

That's why he's in the shelter, right, ma'am?

Why didn't you tell me about Jingo?

I thought it might upset you. I'm sorry.

-What happened? -He was retired by the department

and Mr. Sharps' wife was allergic.

There's nobody else?

Colonel, there aren't many people

looking for a 12-year-old mutt

with cataracts.

He's doomed.

If I didn't have to go back to Australia,

I would have taken him myself, but...

I feel responsible.

Come on, no guilt.

It's not your fault.

How about I take you home? Help you get over this.

We'll do anything you want.

No, I won't be good company.

That I can never believe.

Anything I want?

Now you're getting me excited.

MacKENZIE: I don't know how this is going to work.

What I'm saying is...

I'm not sure I'm ready for this kind of commitment

in my life right now.

We'll have to see how it goes

but I will tell you one thing right now--

if you chew up my shoes...

[laughing]: it's over.

[gasping]

[loud talking]

[car door slams]

Corporal, we'd better

get out of here.

Go.

I'm worried about you.

I've known these boys since they were soiling their diapers.

I can take care of myself.

You look just like your dad in that uniform.

[closing theme music playing]