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Good evening.

Hi. Bet my friends over there you'd let me buy you a drink.

You will?

Por favor, si.

Gracias.

So, uh, what's your name?

Colina. Yours?

Mikey. Mikey.

Do you like to dance, Mikey Mike?

Yeah.

Hey, you don't get women, okay?

Okay.

You're dead.

Who do you suppose the Admiral wants at the 1745 on a Friday?

I don't know, but I hope he didn't make any plans for the weekend.

He's on the phone with Admiral Goodham.

Admiral Don Goodham? Yes, sir. He's back now as Special Assistant for Legal

Affairs. Why is the Admiral talking to the Secretary's top troubleshooter?

Well, actually, Lieutenant, I think they're old friends.

He's off the phone.

Dinner?

Have a seat.

Petty Officer Third Class Michael Roberts was apprehended in Mazatlan at a

last night for fighting.

I just can't picture my brother in a bar room brawl in Mexico, sir.

Are you sure it's the same Michael Roberts?

Fortunately, I am. Fighting on liberty usually warrants an administrative

action, sir. Why is Jack involved?

Because the man he was fighting with, a Mexican citizen, died earlier this

morning.

Where's Mikey now, sir? On the way to the brig in San Diego pending an

investigation.

Permission denied, Lieutenant.

Look, bud, I know you want to go to San Diego and help your brother.

But the last time you did that, you ended up in the brig alongside him. But,

sir... As you were, Lieutenant.

Sir, if there's any way that I can be of service to Petty Officer... Then I'll

be happy to look into this.

Colonel, I need you here.

So, Commander, looks like you're going to San Diego.

Yes, sir.

That'll be all.

Admiral, sir, with your permission, I'd like to have Lieutenant Roberts sit in

the second chair.

You keep him out of trouble.

Aye, sir.

I never meant to kill anyone.

And I'm not even sure how it happened.

Just tell us what you do know.

I was dancing with this girl, Kalina. When this guy comes over, he starts

slapping her around. So I stepped in. Except, you know what dad told us, watch

out for the sucker punch?

Hell, I forgot.

So he hit you first?

Yeah, sure.

And then he hit me again, but I blocked it this time. And then I hit him, and

then he hit me. And the next thing I know, they're pulling me off the guy.

How much did you have to drink that night?

Three, four beers, watered -down beers.

So he had a passion, a provocation, no intent to kill?

What were you thinking when you hit him?

I wasn't thinking anything, really, sir.

Well, witnesses say they saw you slam him against the pillar and hit him

repeatedly. It was a fight.

And if I'm guilty, I'll take my punishment. Only... Only what?

Only he started it, sir. I mean, I'm sorry he's dead now, but he started it.

Okay.

Mikey, just calm down.

But I'm trying. But three years in prison.

Who told you three years?

Lieutenant Ferrari, the JAG officer on base.

That's right, I thought. You haven't been detailed counsel yet. You offered

negligent homicide.

Subject to Captain O 'Brien's approval, of course. Lieutenant, any offers you

have for my client from here on out go through me. Is that understood?

In fact, don't talk to him at all unless one of us is present.

I got a stack of files on my desk two feet high, Lieutenant. Any chance for a

deal, I take.

Look, Lieutenant, this is not about your caseload. This is about my brother's

life. You want to go to trial?

Up the ante?

Voluntary manslaughter.

You're going to have a hard time proving intent.

With the eyewitnesses I've got, I don't think so, sir.

But it would be time -consuming, which is why I prefer to deal.

But as you say, Lieutenant, it's your brother's life.

Commander?

What builds did the Navy pump him out of, sir? Try to focus on the offer, bud,

not the man making it.

You're not considering a plea bargain, are you, sir?

I'm not ruling it out.

Sir, Mikey's just a kid.

Pleading guilty, his life is over. Bud, Mikey is an adult, and he's looking at a

possible 15 years in Leavenworth.

Pleading guilty might be his best chance.

Particularly if he is guilty.

Do you consider Sergeant Dr. Flight risk, Lance Corporal?

Yes, ma 'am, most definitely.

Still, I hate to see him confined.

Take it you're a friend of his.

I'd like to think so, ma 'am. How much do you know about his UA?

Not much, ma 'am.

Late one night, he snuck out of the gate and went to town.

Has this happened before?

I'm his lawyer, Lance Corporal. Whatever you tell me is strictly confidential.

Well, yes, he has gone over the hill before, ma 'am, but he's always been

before Friday evening parade.

But not this time.

This time the police brought him back in a paddy wagon.

He'd been gone for three days, ma 'am. During which he allegedly impregnated a

civilian female. Now her family is suing the Marine Corps.

Found himself a willing bitch, I guess, ma 'am. Lance Corporal, I don't

appreciate that kind of language.

Sorry, ma 'am. It seems appropriate.

Lieutenant Colonel McKenzie, meet... Sergeant Joe Dutch.

You could have told me it was the Sergeant Dutch, sir.

Well, it was in the file, Colonel. Didn't you read the file?

I glanced at it. I figured a paternity suit. Wasn't worth your time. No,

involved humans. I guess I should never have assumed, sir.

Well, Mac, you're a dog -honer. I thought you'd jump at the chance to

Marine mascot.

However... You could always pass it on to Lieutenant Singer.

No, no, I'll handle it, sir.

Good.

Colonel's defending a dog?

It's not just a dog, Tyner.

The bulldog is a symbol of the Marine Corps.

Sergeant Joe Dutch is a Marine. With ID card, service number, rank.

Does he, like, tell other Marines what to do?

Get back to work.

Lieutenant Ferrari offered you a deal, Commander.

I suggest you take it. Negligent homicide seems a little harsh, Captain.

Does it?

What do you have in mind?

Well, sir, given the circumstances, a petty officer robber is overwhelming

remorse on judicial punishment.

A man died, Commander.

If the death was unintentional, sir, the result of a barroom brawl, the victim

struck the first blow. I don't give a damn who struck the first blow,

Lieutenant. My men will behave in a civilized manner on liberty if I have to

request a court -martial for every last one of them.

starting with Petty Officer Robertson. Sounds like you're planning to make an

example of Petty Officer Robertson. Six months ago, I paid $1 ,000 to a guy who

got hit by a pool cue by one of my chief petty officers.

I'm sick of paying damages to Mexican citizens who get beat up by my crew.

It was only a matter of time before someone died.

Yeah, men are at sea for months at a time, doing arduous work, living under

strict regulations.

I know how hard my men and women work, Commander.

That doesn't excuse improper behavior.

The days of drinking and fighting on liberty are over, at least on my watch.

Negligent homicide, gentlemen. Take it or leave it.

Yes?

Bud, told me I'd find you in here, Commander.

Yeah, well, I figured you'd show up eventually.

My boy's in trouble. I want to help.

You're always working a con game, aren't you, Roberts?

What do you have to offer except bad advice?

I've gone across the lines before, Commander.

I admit that.

But maybe that's the kind of person you need on your team.

Yeah, well, if I do, I'll let you know. Okay?

How's your brother?

Still in a Chechen prison? Why would that matter to you?

Just... It's an awful feeling knowing that someone you care about is looking

a prison sentence and there's nothing you can do about it.

Mikey could never kill anyone. Not on purpose.

You can take that to the bank.

Your mongrel is a menace to the community, Colonel McKenzie. You should

of him. Joe's no mongrel, sir. He's a pure -blood English bulldog.

I don't care if he's descended from Mary, Queen of Scots. He had no business

going near Mishka. Mishka's your dog, I take it, sir?

No, she's my maid.

Of course she's my dog.

I extended the fence since your sergeant tunneled in for his little visit.

Zarina Mishkova, Katrina Nakavorska.

Mishka.

Beautiful.

She's been acting like that since she got pregnant.

What is she?

Barzo. The Russians bred them to hunt wolves.

Good -looking dog.

Took best of group at Westminster.

I was going to breed her. Do you know how much pedigree Borzoi pups sell for?

Up to a couple thousand each.

Now I have to wait at least six months.

Yeah, your Sergeant Dutch is costing me a lot of money. How can you be sure it

was him?

I caught him.

It's like Ronte delicto.

The sight.

Way to go, Joe.

You did the right thing in that bar.

You acted like a man.

Oh, that's great, Dad. I'll tell Commander Rapp to go with I acted like a

defense. Hey, don't wise off to me. I'm trying to help you.

How about you, Dad? Did you ever kill a man?

No.

Hey, look, he started it, right?

You think he'd care if he killed you?

I don't know, but I know how I feel and...

I broke the watch you gave me, Mustapha, when the fight started.

Forget the watch.

Commander? Bud?

I was just leaving.

Oh, no, wait. Sir, can he stay?

There's an official offer on the table.

Negligent homicide.

What does he get?

Dishonorable discharge, forfeiture of all paying allowances, three years

confinement. Three years?

Or we can go to trial.

They'll charge you with voluntary manslaughter.

If you lose, you're looking at a possible 15 years.

He can't do three, let alone 15.

What are my chances if we go to trial, sir?

I can't make any promises.

I understand Ferrari's a very good lawyer.

Are you afraid of him, Commander?

I'm afraid of his case.

Mikey.

I'll do whatever you and Bud advise, sir.

Mikey, did you want him to die?

I mean, even for a second, when he slapped the girl while you were

when he hit you, did you want to kill him?

No, sir, not even for one second.

Let's go to trial.

Any background information on the victim?

Yes, sir. List of all sailors who were there that night. I want to establish

that the victim struck the first blow.

Aye, sir. All right, now, they're going to try to establish that Mikey's

aggressive, that he solves his problems with violence. Yeah, we have Mikey's

clean record, and for Captain O 'Brien, the high incident of sailors getting

involved in fights in Mazatlan.

Give me a copy of the shore patrol's log in the coroner's report, huh?

Aye, sir.

Hello?

No, sir. I was up. I need information.

Go ahead, sir. List of Mexican citizens in Mazatlan who collected damages from

the U .S. Navy over the past five years.

Who are they? What happened? The specifics.

Mazatlan.

Aye, aye, sir.

First flight I can get.

Ms. Ojeda, can you describe the defendant's demeanor when he approached

Demeanor?

Comportamiento. He was drunk, rude.

He tried to pick me up. And did you want to be picked up?

No, I was waiting for my boyfriend.

Your boyfriend being the victim, Ephraim Maynard?

Si,

Jeff. Please tell us what happened.

He insisted on a dance, so I agreed on that, hoping he would go away.

Then Ephraim came.

Naturally, he got jealous and wanted us to stop dancing, but he didn't want us

to stop, so he beat Ephraim up. Thank you, Ms. O 'Hara.

That's not how it happened, sir.

Miss Ojeda, was your boyfriend jealous of all your customers?

Objection. Are you a prostitute? Your Honor.

Approach.

Do I have to rein you in, Commander?

Your Honor, we have police reports and sworn affidavits from three crew members

stating that they paid Miss Ojeda for sex.

Neither her profession nor sexual activity were brought up in direct

It's completely irrelevant.

Your Honor, with regard to credibility, the witness is claiming she was

passively waiting for her boyfriend when the defendant made unwanted advances.

It's inflammatory, prejudicial, and it's untrue.

Ask the question, Commander.

Thank you, sir.

Are you a prostitute, Miss Ojeda? And I remind you, you are under oath.

I have been, yes.

So men approach you all the time. In fact, it's encouraged, isn't it?

That doesn't mean I say yes to everyone.

I have rights like everyone else.

I was not working that night.

When Efren Minas arrived, he hit you, didn't he?

He slapped me, Jeff.

Yes, and he would have struck you again if the defendant hadn't stopped him,

wouldn't he?

Still, he didn't deserve to be beaten to death.

She's lying, sir.

I know she's lying. Why didn't you go after her, sir?

Well, we've already established that she's a hooker.

Members will have to draw their own conclusions about our character, but if

get rough with her, it'll look like we're bullies trying to beat up on a

helpless woman.

I pretty want that.

Commander Reb. Commander.

Gunny, what do you got?

Sir, I've located a couple guys who collected money from the Navy.

Did he talk to them? Yeah, I talked to one of them. His name's Hector Valdez.

He's a fisherman.

What about the other one?

He's up in San Diego. His name's Ramirez.

Santos Ramirez.

R -A -M -I -R -E -V.

Mr. Ramirez, were you in the iguana the night of the homicide?

Objection. The night of the fight? Yes.

Please tell the court what you saw.

That man went up to Colleen at the bar. He bought her a drink. They talked a

little, and then they danced.

What happened next, Mr. Ramirez?

Efren came.

He saw that sailor with this woman. They exchanged words, and then that sailor

punched him in the face.

Meaning the accused punched the victim?

Yes. And then the other sailors jumped in and there was a fight.

What happened next?

Efren was against the, how do you say, a pillar.

And then that sailor kept hitting him. I tried to get to them, but there was too

many people around. I couldn't get through.

Then the shore patrol came and they took the sailors away.

Where was the victim?

I found him outside where he collapsed and he died.

Thank you, Mr. Ramirez.

Your witness.

Mr. Ramirez, did you collect $5 ,000 from the United States Navy two years

Yes. Why?

Because two sailors beat me up.

Was that proven in court?

No. And the Navy thought my bruises and my broken nose was proof enough.

So it stands to reason you have a grudge against sailors, do you? I have a

grudge against sailors who attack Mexicans, yes.

In fact, I'm here to see one of them punished.

Move to strike non -responsive. You asked, Lieutenant.

Move on.

Do you know the deceased's mother, Mrs. Maria Minas? Yes, I know her. She's

right there.

Are you aware that she filed a half a million dollar wrongful death claim

against the Navy?

Yes, but I did not know the amount.

Are you helping her with this claim?

I recommended a lawyer.

Petty Officer Roberts' conviction would pretty much guarantee Mrs.

Minas collects, won't it? There are no guarantees, senor.

Neither are not.

Do you expect to share in this award?

Only the satisfaction of seeing this unfortunate woman compensated for the

of her only son.

Ferrari coaches his witnesses, Will.

Witnesses? I could go to Mazatlan and fight a dozen witnesses to swear Mikey

wasn't even there at all. I remember one time in Saigon.

Tim, this is not the time for one of your teen stories.

There's someone I'd like you to meet.

This is Mrs. Maynard.

Fran was a good son.

He helped me.

She said, I got the gist of it, Lieutenant.

Lo siento, ma 'am.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Vámonos, señora.

I'm saving her for the sentencing, sir.

You really are a piece of work, Ferrari.

I'm a piece of work.

Master Chief Bud Roberts.

Big Bud.

Court -martialed two years ago for illegal disposition of Navy property.

He was acquitted.

That's right. And you defended him.

It's real handy having a lawyer in this family, huh, Master Chief? That'll be

enough, Lieutenant.

And if I'm not mistaken, you prosecuted that case, Commander.

Top -notch litigator like yourself, sir, yet somehow you failed to get a

conviction. Which leads you to believe what?

Nothing, sir. Just making an observation.

Like father, like son.

Wonder how your kids will turn out, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant?

He just gave us our defense.

Master Chief Roberts, how long were you in the Navy?

Thirty years, sir.

And do you remember how many port visits you made during this time?

Oh, over a hundred.

Over a hundred?

You ever get in a fight?

I've been in my share of scraps.

Of course, the other guy always struck the first blow, sir.

But you're not the type to shy away from one, are you?

I'm not saying we had fights all the time. On the other hand, I couldn't

squid who's never mixed it up in a bar once or twice.

Navy has changed a lot since then, wouldn't you say?

Yes, sir.

In my day, kids joined up to see the world, to have fun, adventure.

We'd go in a bar.

People stepped aside.

Now, half the time, sailors don't even wear uniforms in port for fear of being

targeted. I remember one time in Subic Bay, there was this big, jealous

that came after me. Your Honor, while I'm certain the Master Chief's seed

stories are wildly entertaining, what is the point? The point is nobody raised a

stink when somebody had a little fun on liberty.

Thank you.

You're a witness.

No questions.

You may step down, sir.

The honor of the defense calls Petty Officer Michael Roberts.

Do

you

affirm the evidence you give in this case shall be the truth, the whole

and nothing but the truth? I do. Have a seat.

State your name and duty station.

Fire control man, third class, Michael Roberts, USS Wake Island.

Hey, officer, did your father ever share any of these wildly entertaining

stories that occurred during his liberty?

Yes, sir, more than once.

In fact, you were raised on sea stories about exotic ports of call, fast women,

drunken brawling.

Yes, sir, but the fast women were before my dad, not my mom.

Objection. Relevant?

Your honor, I believe I can establish relevance if I'm allowed a little leeway

here. You got me curious.

Proceed. Thank you, sir.

So you were taught from a very early age that carousing and brawling on liberty

was a part of Navy life.

Dad used to say, trouble is sure, tight ship afloat.

Shared experiences on liberty form a bond among shipmates.

Yes, sir.

In any of these fighting stories that your father told you, did anybody die?

No, sir. No. So when you got in a fight with Efren Minas in a bar in Mazatlan,

did you expect him to die? No, sir.

No. Did you want him to die?

No, sir. I never wanted to kill anybody in my life.

What was your intent, Petty Officer?

To protect the girl and not embarrass myself or my ship, sir.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Looks like you've got a sea story of your own now, Petty Officer Roberts. And

like all sea stories, it changes with the telling.

Objection. Ask a question, Lieutenant.

So there you are.

Thinking you're going to get lucky when the boyfriend shows up.

It's like getting between a dog and his bone.

Make you mad?

Maybe mad when he hit her, sir. Even madder when he hit you, I bet.

Did your dad ever hit you?

Objection. Relevant.

Counsel opened the door by introducing lessons learned from Dad.

I'm just going a bit further, Your Honor.

Objection overruled. Answer the question, Petty Officer Roberts.

He hit me sometimes, sir. Did he ever hit your mom?

I don't remember. Let me jog your memory. In 1984, base security at

Naval Station received a domestic disturbance call from your home.

Your mother claimed she bruised her face walking into a closet shelf.

Now think hard. Did your dad ever hit your mom?

Yes, sir, sometimes.

Did you ever want to stop your dad from abusing your mom? Of course, sir. You

ever want to hit him? I guess so. You ever want to kill him?

Your Honor?

Answer the question, son.

I don't know, sir.

You don't know?

I'd know if I wanted to kill someone, and I think so did you.

Objection asked and answered. I don't think so. I think he wanted to kill his

father just like he wanted to kill Ephraim Minas when he hit the girl.

Lieutenant, objection sustained.

The members will disregard counsel's comments.

Isn't it true, Petty Officer Roberts?

That Ephraim Minas wasn't fighting back anymore?

No, sir. He was still hitting me, sir.

So you slammed him against that pillar again and again. You wanted to kill him,

didn't you? Then he'd never touch you or your mom ever again. Your Honor. He

deserved to die, didn't he? Lieutenant, that's enough.

I'm done, Your Honor.

I think we know the sort of legacy Master Chief Roberts left his sons.

Renegade, Colonel.

Constantly violates rules and regulations.

No respect for his superiors. Colonel, he's a dog.

His father was a dog, too. But that was one squared -away Marine. Right, Lance

Corporal? Very squared -away, sir.

Master Sergeant Joe Dutch, Sr.

Awarded the Good Conduct Medal twice.

Promoted rapidly.

Never had to be counseled for breach of conduct or loss of military bearing.

He did choose flimjams in formation, sir. He never bit General Mullen's

The Beagle tried to mount Sergeant Dutch, sir. He did what any Marine would

I understand Sergeant Dutch is very popular with the local children. Whom he

visits regularly.

His unauthorized liberties are unacceptable.

Now this paternity suit.

I have no choice but to consider administrative discharge.

I'm begging the Colonel's pardon. The Sergeant is entitled to hearing.

Isn't he, ma 'am? As any Marine would be.

All right.

I want to be fair.

I assume you'll be representing him?

He'll have me.

Was he provoked? Yes.

Did he repeatedly strike the victim banging his head against the pillar?

Did he intend to kill?

Ah, now we come to it.

The defendant testified under oath that he'd never wanted to kill anyone in his

life.

Yes, only seconds later.

He claimed not to know whether he wanted to kill his own father.

I submit, when Ephraim Mina hit the woman and then the defendant, the

was overcome with blind rage.

In a fury, he struck again and again, fulfilling a long -held desire to punish

the man who abused him and his mother.

It's now your unwelcome task to make sure Petty Officer Roberts is punished

his misdeed.

Thank you.

Trial counsel's distorted Oedipal theory is total nonsense.

There is no conclusive evidence that Petty Officer Roberts intended to kill

Efren Minas.

Mikey Roberts was brought up to believe that he wasn't a true sailor unless he

lived up to his father's riotous sea stories.

Carousing is a part of Navy life.

Fighting is the rite of passage into manhood.

And nobody dies.

Petty Officer Roberts didn't go into the bar that night looking for a fight.

But when he was provoked, he fought back.

Who among you would not do the same thing?

Which man here would not step in when a woman was being attacked?

His death is nothing more than a tragic accident.

You can't punish a man for that.

You're the hearing officer?

Yes, to effect the most expeditious disposal of the case, yes.

I know you recuse yourself.

On what grounds?

Because you've already made up your mind.

Motion denied.

I'm all you've got.

So stop whining and start convincing.

It's the Battle of Belleau Wood in 1918 when German soldiers labeled U .S.

Marines devil dogs. The English bulldog has been the Marine mascot. I'm aware of

the history, Colonel. Can you bring us more up to date?

Well, admittedly, Sergeant Dutch is not an ideal Marine. He has weight problems,

often disobeys orders, avoids PT. So far, we're in agreement.

Yet these very flaws could make him an inspiration.

Inspiration? Excuse me, but that creature's a threat to every female

the community.

Who are you, sir? I'm the victim's owner.

Was she in heat?

Yes. Then sit down, sir, before I rule it was entrapment.

You were thinking, Colonel?

If we can turn Sergeant Dutch around, he'd be an example to every Marine.

And how do you propose we accomplish this miraculous transformation, Colonel?

Boot camp.

Petty Officer Roberts, would you and your counsel rise, please?

Captain Costain, please announce the finding.

Petty Officer Third Class Michael Roberts, this court -martial finds you

charge and specification of voluntary manslaughter.

Guilty. Sentencing will begin Monday at 0900.

This court -martial is adjourned.

We'll appeal.

I'm not a murderer.

I know that, Mikey.

How could they think I wanted to kill that guy?

Mikey, look, we still have the sentencing phase, all right? We'll get

witnesses. We'll plead mitigating circumstances.

But it's 15 years.

Mikey, you are not going to prison for 15 years.

Time, Lieutenant.

I bought my personal stuff. They brought it from the Wake Island.

If you could hold that for me for an hour long.

Sure, Mikey.

Bye -bye.

Hey, Mikey.

What happened to your watch?

It broke at the start of the fight.

Is this accurate?

But I'm a fire control technician.

It's accurate to the second.

It has to be.

2240. Yeah, Mikey said I got broke at the start of the flight.

Shore Patrol log says the call came in at 2235.

Somebody called Shore Patrol five minutes before the fight began.

Bud, call the gunny. Tell him we're on our way down.

Already done, sir, and I took the liberty of booking our flights.

The guy on the left is Hector Valdez.

Six months ago, a chief petty officer broke his ribs in a fight over a pool

game. The Navy paid him $1 ,000.

Captain Bryan mentioned it.

I spoke to the chief who hit him, said he didn't hit him that hard, didn't hit

him in the ribs.

Hector did have broken ribs, sir. The Navy corpsman verified it.

Would you like company?

Uh, sure.

Have a seat.

Hi, I'm Bud.

Adelita.

Would you like something to drink?

Whiskey sour?

Bartender, whiskey sour.

Who broke your ribs, Hector?

I already told the Navy.

I fought with the sailor.

The sailor hit you in the chin.

No.

Era mi pecho.

He hit me in my chest.

You're lying.

You cheated the Navy out of a thousand dollars.

Whoa, hey!

Maybe we should go to the police. Eso no es necesario.

You're going to have to give the money back, Hector.

I don't have the money.

Then you're going to jail.

I did nothing wrong.

You know what a lie detector is, Hector?

Who broke your ribs, Hector?

A man asked me if I want to earn a thousand pesos.

All I have to do is start a fight.

So I fight with the sailors.

And after they brought me out here and they hit me, broke my ribs.

A thousand pesos. He gave you a hundred dollars.

He kept nine hundred dollars for himself.

Who was the man, Hector? Who planned the fight?

If I tell you his name, I'm as good as dead.

Would you like to go somewhere private to drink, bud? My room is close by.

It's, uh... It's fine.

But actually, I was kind of looking for someone else. Does Colina still come

here? Colina? What did you want with her?

I'm much better.

Ask around.

I'm sure that you are. I'm just... I was told to ask for Colina.

You ask for Colina, you ask for trouble.

Why, is there something wrong with her?

Not her, her boyfriend.

I used to go with him, so believe me, I know.

Well, her boyfriend's dead.

For a dead man, he looks pretty healthy to me.

He set up the fight.

Then he beat up Ephraim afterwards, only he went too far and Ephraim died.

And pinned it on Mikey.

We need to talk to Santos, sir.

First, Colina.

The base seems pretty empty without him, doesn't it?

Yes, ma 'am.

We all miss him.

I'm sure he'll come back from retraining, a poster Marine.

Thanks for speaking up for him, ma 'am. If anyone could convince the XO, it was

you. Nice of you to keep his quarter ship shape.

I'm getting ready for the next occupation.

I don't understand. Sergeant Dutch is coming back, isn't he? Oh, yes, ma 'am.

And when he does, there'll be a Mrs. Dutch waiting for him. And I'll keep old

Joe down on the farm. And make Mr. Ravenswood happy.

I was there looking over the litter. Some of the guys' families are taking

They're all cute.

There's one left, Colonel, a male.

Oh, thanks, Lance Corporal.

Got all the cute males I can handle.

Gentlemen, commit a rap. I'm with the JAG Corps. If you'll excuse me a moment,

I'd like to talk to the young lady.

Nice to see you again, Miss Ojeda.

Hey, your boyfriend Santos killed Efren Minas to fight with the setup.

Your sailor killed Efren.

Your own court said so.

Yeah, well, you and I both know that that is not true.

If you believe that, arrest Santos.

What do you want from me? You were part of the setup. I want you to tell me

exactly everything that happened.

Already I told what happened.

Well, you know that Santos did the killing. So how long before he realizes

you are a liability, huh?

You creep.

Am I?

Who's Miguel watching, me or you?

Miguel has no reason to watch me.

Well, you know Santos better than anybody.

Does he really trust you?

Is he gonna trust you after Miguel tells him you were talking to me?

He left when he had the chance.

Enjoying yourself, Ram?

Mr. Roberts, what are you doing here?

Same thing you are, helping Mikey.

Looks like you're helping yourself.

Hi, sweetheart.

You remember me?

Let's take a walk outside.

Hey, no, let's not. Why don't you take a walk and I'll sit here and entertain

the lady. Bartender!

A couple more drinks over here for me and the lady. Mike. Hey, don't you grab

me! Don't you ever grab me or disrespect me again.

You don't have a right.

Think about what I said.

Think about it like your life depended on it.

Think about this, Brad.

How'd it go in there?

Your father showed up.

Drunk? Oh, yeah.

Come on, honey.

Hey, I just want to talk to you, that's all.

Hey, what's your hurry? Come on, hey.

Hey, what is this? Mardi Gras already?

No. Wait a minute.

Called an ambulance. He's on the way.

How is he?

He's not breathing, sir.

Can you protect me?

Take your chances with Santos.

Please. You were right.

Santos killed Efren. It was no accident.

After the fight, Efren met Santos and Miguel outside.

They started to hit him.

And Sasuke took a break.

I tried to stop him, but I couldn't.

Couples knew he could persuade Senora Minas to share the award with him.

It would be our one last big score.

Then we were going away.

Get her out of here, bud.

Good sir.

Look, I'll take care of your dad. Go. The ambulance will be here soon. Go.

Quick.

Is he okay?

Oh, yeah.

Nice job.

Thank you, sir.

Jeez, you look better with the mask on.

You were right, Master Chief.

You weren't asked that for the operation.

Thank you, sir.

We'll make a con man out of you yet.

Sir, I'm pleased to report that Sergeant Dux was making excellent progress and

will be returned to active duty in two weeks. And the paternity suit?

Well, the sergeant's progeny have all been adopted by Marine families, and the

Corps will reimburse Mr. Ravenswood for his expenses.

Nice job, Colonel. Thank you, sir. Admiral Grutter, very nice to meet you,

Same here, Colonel. Keep up the good work. Thank you, sir. That'll be all.

Aye, sir.

She defended a dog and won.

And I thought troubleshooting for SecNav was interesting.

Don, anytime you want this job. AJ, you couldn't pay me enough to be the Judge

Advocate General.

Mikey, although Admiral Bennett has set aside your conviction, he says you're

going to spend the next ten liberties chipping paint.

That suits me just fine, sir.

Mexicans may want you to come and testify at Santos' trial.

Looking forward to it, sir. I'm just glad I didn't kill anybody.

And, uh, bud...

Tell Dad I'm sorry about what I said.

I understand.

You should probably do that yourself.

Love you, Brad.

Take care, Michael. Yes, sir.

Oh, by the way, whatever happened with that girl?

Bob, the Navy and the Mexican authorities worked out an arrangement.

witness security program.

Any chance I could visit her, sir?

Okay, I guess not.

Sir?

Stay out of trouble, Mikey.

Like father like son, huh?