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[cantina music playing]

[indistinct chatter and laughter]

Yeah-- huh? Hey!

Buenas noches.

Hi.

I bet my friends over there

you'd let me buy you a drink.

You win.

-Por favor. -Si.

Gracias.

So, uh, what's your name?

[giggling]

Colina. Yours?

Mikey. Mike.

Do you like to dance, Mikey-Mike?

Yeah.

[speaking Spanish]

Hey!

-[Colina gasps] -[speaking Spanish]

-Hey, hey! Hey, you don't hit women, okay?

Okay.

[all yelling]

[sailor] Yeah, show him, baby! Go on!

[grunting]

-[whistle blowing] -[sailor] Shore Patrol!

-[all clamoring] -[whistle blowing]

This way!

[grunts]

Esta muerto.

[theme music playing]

What do you suppose the admiral wants at 1745 on a Friday?

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

[Tiner] He's on the phone with Admiral Guter.

-Admiral Don Guter? -Yes, sir.

SECNAV's Special Assistant for Legal Affairs.

Why is the admiral talking to the Secretary's top troubleshooter?

Actually, Lieutenant, I think they're old friends.

He's off the phone.

[Chegwidden] Enter.

Have a seat.

Petty Officer Third Class Michael Roberts was apprehended in Mazatlan

in a bar last night for fighting.

[laughing] I just can't picture my brother

in a barroom brawl in Mexico, sir.

-Are you sure it's the same Michael Roberts? -Unfortunately, I am.

Fighting on liberty usually warrants an administrative action, sir.

-Why is JAG 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 I can be

-of service to Petty Officer... -I'll be happy to look into this.

Colonel, I need you here.

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

Yes, sir.

-That'll be all. -Aye, sir.

Admiral... sir... with your permission

I'd like to have Lieutenant Roberts sit second chair.

You keep him out of trouble.

Aye, aye, sir.

[door shuts]

[Mike] 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, Colina, 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?

-Yeah, well, I forgot. -So, he hit you first.

Yes, sir. 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?

Three, four beers. Watered-down beers.

So, heat of passion, 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 a pillar and hit him repeatedly.

It was a fight. I mean, 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, and all, but he started it.

Okay. Mikey, just, just calm down.

Bud, I'm trying, but three years in prison...

Who told you three years?

Lieutenant Ferrari, the JAG officer on base.

[Ferrari] That's right, I talked to him. He hadn't been detailed counsel yet.

[Rabb] You offered him negligent homicide?

Subject to Captain O'Byrne'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've 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 bilge 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.

[MacKenzie] You consider Sergeant Dutch a flight risk, Lance Corporal?

[soldier] Yes, ma'am-- most definitely.

Still, I hate to see him confined.

I take it you're a friend of his.

I like to think so, ma'am.

How much do you know about his UA?

Not much, ma'am. Uh, 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 back 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 seemed appropriate.

Lieutenant Colonel MacKenzie, meet Sergeant Joe Dutch.

You could have told me it was theSergeant Dutch, sir.

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

I-I glanced at it. I figured a paternity suit...

-Wasn't worth your time? -No, involved humans.

I guess I should never assume, sir.

Well, Mac, you're a dog owner.

I thought you'd jump at the chance

to defend the Marine mascot.

However, we could always, uh, pass it on to Lieutenant Singer.

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

Good.

The Colonel's defending a dog?

That's not just a dog, Tiner.

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

and Petty Officer Roberts' overwhelming remorse, sir...

-nonjudicial punishment. -A man died, Commander.

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 Roberts.

Sounds like you're planning

to make an example of Officer Roberts, sir.

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.

Captain, your 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.

Sir.

-[knocking] -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.

[chuckling]

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 at 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.

[door closes]

Your mongrel is a menace to the community Colonel MacKenzie.

-You should get rid of him. -Joe's no mongrel, sir.

He's a pureblood 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."

Czarina Mishkova

Katarina Makarovska.

Mishka.

-She's beautiful. -[growls]

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

-What is she? -Borzoi.

The Russians bred them to hunt wolves. Good-looking dog.

[scoffs] 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 of thousand each.

Now, I have to wait at least six months.

Yes, your-your Sergeant Dutch is costing me a lot of money.

How can you be sure it was him?

I caught him.

Flagrante delicto.

It's a sight I'll never forget.

Way to go, Joe.

You did the right thing in that bar.

-You acted like a man. -Well, that's great, Dad.

I'll tell Commander Rabb to go with the "I acted like a man" defense.

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

[sighs]

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...

[sighs]

I broke the watch you gave me.

It must have happened 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 pay and allowances

three years confinement.

-Three years? -Or we can go to trial.

They'll charge you with voluntary manslaughter.

[Rabb] 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?

[Rabb] 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 fighting? When he hit you?

Did you want to kill him?

No, sir, not even for one second.

Let's go to trial.

-I need 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-- solves problems with violence.

We have Mikey's clean record, and per Captain O'Byrne

the high incidence of sailors getting involved in fights in Mazatlan.

Get me a copy of the Shore Patrol's log and the coroner's report, huh?

Aye, sir.

-[phone ringing] -[grunting] Oh, man.

Hello?

[Rabb] Gunny, did I wake you?

-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 you?

Demeanor?

Comportamiento.

Ah, si.

He was drunk, rude, he tried to pick me up.

Did you want to be picked up?

No. I was waiting for my boyfriend.

Your boyfriend being the victim, Efren Minas.

Si.

Yes.

Please tell us what happened.

He insisted on a dance, so I agreed.

One dance, hoping he would go away.

Then Efren came.

Naturally, he got jealous

and wanted us to stop dancing, but...

he didn't want us to stop, so he beat Efren up.

Thank you, Ms. Ojeda.

That's not how it happened, sir.

Ms. 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?

[Roberts] Your honor, we have police reports

and sworn affidavits from three crew members

stating that they paid Ms. Ojeda for sex.

Neither her profession nor sexual activity were brought up

in direct, and it's completely irrelevant.

Your Honor, it goes 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, Ms. 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, yes. -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?

We've already established that she's a hooker.

The members will have to draw their own conclusions

about her character but if we get rough with her

it'll look like we're bullies trying to beat up

-on a helpless woman. -[phone ringing]

And a pretty one, at that.

-Commander Rabb. -Commander.

Gunny. What do you got?

Sir, I've located a couple of guys

who collected money from the navy.

-Did you talk to them? -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-Z. -[Ferrari] 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 Colina 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 his 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, uh... how do you say... 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 ago?

-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'd stand 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. Nonresponsive.

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's 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, Señor.

No, indeed there are not.

Do you expect to share in this award?

Only the satisfaction of seeing this unfortunate woman

compensated for the death of her only son.

[Rabb] Ferrari coaches his witnesses well.

[Roberts Sr.] "Witnesses." I could go to Mazatlan

and find a dozen "witnesses" to swear Mikey wasn't even there at all.

-I remember one time in Saigon... -Dad, this is not the time

for one of your sea stories. -[Ferrari] Commander Rabb.

There's someone I'd like you to meet. This is Mrs. Minas.

Efren era un buen hijo.

El me ayudaba. Ahora que hago.

El hombre que asesino a mi hijo tiene que pagar.

El tiene que pagar por su crimen.

Si, Señor.

-[Ferrari] She said... -I got the gist of it, Lieutenant.

Lo siento,ma'am. I'm sorry for your loss.

Vamanos, Señora.

I'm saving her for the sentencing phase.

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.

I wonder how your kids will turn out, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant...

He just gave us our defense.

-[Rabb] Master Chief Roberts, how long were you in the Navy? -30 years, sir.

And do you remember how many port visits

you made during this time?

Oh... over a hundred.

Over a hundred.

Hmm. You ever get in a fight?

I've been in my share of scraps.

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

-Sir. -But you're not the type to shy away from one are you?

Ah, I'm not saying we had fights all the time.

On the other hand, I couldn't trust a squid

-who'd never mixed it up in a bar once or twice. -Mm-hmm.

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

Yes, sir.

In my day, kids joined up

to see the world, 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 Filipino that came after me...

Your Honor. While I'm certain the Master Chief's sea 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.

-Your witness. -No questions.

You may step down, sir.

[Rabb] Your Honor, the defense calls

Petty Officer Michael Roberts to the stand.

Do you affirm the evidence you give in this case

shall be the truth, the whole truth

-and nothing but the truth? -I do.

Have a seat.

State your name and duty station.

Fire Controlman Third Class Michael Roberts.

USS Wake Island.

Petty Officer, did your father ever share any of these

"wildly entertaining" stories

that occurred during his liberties?

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, uh, fast women

were before my dad met my mom.

Objection.

-Relevance? -Your Honor

I believe I can establish relevance

if I'm allowed a little leeway here.

You've 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 ashore, 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, um, not embarrass myself or my ship, sir.

Thank you. Your Honor.

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? -It made me mad when he hit her, sir.

Even madder when he hit you, I bet?

-Did your dad ever hit you? -[Rabb] Objection. Relevance.

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 Mayport 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.

Ever want to stop your dad from abusing your mom?

-Of course, sir. -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 Efren Minas when he hit the girl.

Lieutenant, objection sustained.

The members will disregard counsel's comments.

Isn't it true, Petty Officer Roberts

that Efren 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.

[soldier] He's a 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 chew Slim Jims in formation, sir.

He never bit General Mullen's beagle.

The beagle tried to mount Sergeant Dutch, sir.

He did what any Marine would do.

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.

In begging the Colonel's pardon

the Sergeant is entitled to a 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?

If he'll have me.

Was he provoked? Yes.

Did he repeatedly strike the victim

banging his head against the pillar?

Yes.

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.

Yet, only seconds later

he claimed "not to know"

whether he wanted to kill his own father.

I submit, when Efren Minas hit the woman and then the defendant

the defendant 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 for 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 move you recuse yourself. -On what grounds?

You've already made up your mind.

Motion denied. I'm all you've got.

So stop whining and start convincing.

Since 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.

Can you bring us more up to date?

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

is a threat to every female canine in 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 saying, 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.

[whining]

Petty Officer Roberts

would you and your counsel rise, please?

Captain Costain, please announce the findings.

Petty Officer Third Class Michael Roberts

this court-martial finds you on the charge and specification

of voluntary manslaughter... Guilty.

Sentencing will begin Monday at 0900.

This court-martial is adjourned.

We'll appeal.

-[Mike] 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 character witnesses.

We'll plead mitigating circumstances...

Bud, it's 15 years.

Mikey.

You are not going to prison for 15 years.

[guard] It's time, Lieutenant.

Come here.

Bud, my personal stuff, they brought it from the Wake Island.

If you could hold that for me

for, uh, however long...?

Sure, Mikey.

Bye, Bud.

Hey, Mikey.

What happened to your watch?

It broke at the start of the fight.

Is this accurate?

Bud, I'm a fire control technician.

It's accurate to the second.

It has to be.

-[Rabb] 2240. -Yeah, Mikey said it got broke at the startof the fight.

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.

[man] No, no, no.

Yo pago por la cuenta, ah?

[Gunny] 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 O'Byrne mentioned him.

Well, I spoke to the chief who hit him.

Said he didn't hit him that hard

and he didn't hit him in the ribs.

Hector did have broken ribs, sir.

A Navy Corpsman verified it.

[speaking Spanish]

-La cuenta. -Si, Señor.

[in Spanish] A word with you, Hector?

[in English] 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.

[bartender] Coming right up.

Who broke your ribs, Hector?

I already told the Navy.

Uh, I fought with a sailor.

But 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 $1,000.

Whoa, hey.

Hey, maybe we should go to the police?

Sueltame. Eso no es necessario.

You'll have to give the money back, Hector.

I don't have the money.

Then you're going to jail.

Al carcel. Entiendes?

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 sailor.

And after, they-they, brought me out here and they hit me

and broke my ribs.

A thousand pesos? He gave you $100.

He kept $900 for himself.

Who is 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, Butt?

My room is close by.

It's, uh, it's Bud.

And 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.

[chuckling] I'm sure that you are.

I'm just-- was told to ask for Colina.

You ask for Colina, you ask for trouble.

Why, is 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.

Oye, como esta?

Santos.

He set up the fight

then he beat up Efren afterwards.

Only he went too far, and Efren died.

Yeah, 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.

It's nice of you to keep his quarters shipshape.

I'm getting ready for the next occupant.

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.

That'll keep ol' Joe down on the farm.

And make Mr. Ravenswood happy.

I was there looking over the litter.

Some of the guys with families are taking pups.

They're awful cute.

There's one left, Colonel. A male...

No, thanks, Lance Corporal.

I've got all the cute males I can handle.

-[rockabilly playing] -[indistinct chattering]

[laughter]

Gentlemen, Commander Rabb, I'm with the JAG Corps.

If you'll, uh, excuse me a moment

I'd like to talk to the young lady.

Nice to see you again, Ms. Ojeda.

Hey, your boyfriend Santos killed Efren Minas.

The fight was a 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 that you are a liability, huh?

[sneering] You're crazy.

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 going to trust you after Miguel tells him

you were talking to me?

You should've left when you had the chance.

Enjoying yourself, Rabb?

Mr. Roberts what are you doing here?

Same thing you are. Helping Mikey.

[slurring] Only it 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 for me and the lady.

-Come on. -Hey, don't you grab me, Commander.

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

You don't have the right.

Think about what I said.

Think about it like your life depended on it.

Yeah, think about this, Rabb.

How'd it go in there?

Your father showed up.

Drunk?

Oh, yeah.

Come on, honey.

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

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

Hey, what is this, Mardi Gras already?

No. Wait, wait a minute.

No me dijo nada.

Dad!

Dad?

Oh, oh, God, Dad!

No! Please!

I lost him.

Called an ambulance. It'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.

Then Santos picked up a brick.

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

Santos 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.

-Yeah, but, sir... -Look, I'll take care of your dad.

Go, the ambulance will be here soon.

Go. Quick.

Come on.

Is he okay?

Oh, yeah.

Nice job.

Thank you, sir.

Geez, you look better with the mask on.

[Rabb] You were right, Master Chief.

You werean asset to the operation.

Thank you, sir.

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

[MacKenzie] Sir, I'm pleased to report that Sergeant Dutch is making excellent progress

and will be returned to active duty in two weeks.

And the paternity suit?

Oh, 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 Guter, nice to meet you, sir.

Same here, Colonel. Keep up the good work.

-Thank you, sir. -[Chegwidden] That'll be all.

Aye, aye, sir.

She defended a dog?

And won.

And I thought troubleshooting for SECNAV was interesting.

Don, anytime you want this job...

A.J., 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.

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

Looking forward to it, sir.

I'm just glad I didn't kill anybody.

And, uh, Bud...

could you tell Dad I'm sorry about what I said?

-On the stand? -You should probably do that yourself.

Love you, brother.

-Take care, Mikey. -Yes, sir.

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

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

She's in a witness security program.

Any chance I could, uh, visit her, sir?

Okay, I guess not.

Sir.

Stay out of trouble, Mikey.

Like father, like son, huh?

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