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Here you go, sir.
Thank you.

Hey,

how many times do I have to
tell you? Get out of here!

I'm gonna call the
cops this time.

Now go on. Get out.

Go on. Go on.

Yeah! Yes!

Yes!

Come on.

Yo, how much are these chips?

All the money, old man! Now!

Get away from there! Now!

Stupid!

Following in his father's
footsteps as a naval aviator,

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb, Junior,

suffered a crash while landing his
Tomcat on a storm-tossed carrier at sea.

Diagnosed
with night blindness,

Harm transferred to the Navy's
Judge Advocate General Corps,

which investigates, defends and
prosecutes the law of the sea.

There, with fellow JAG lawyer,
Major Sarah MacKenzie,

he now fights in and out
of the courtroom

with the same daring and tenacity
that made him a Top Gun in the air.

Hi, God. It's me, Bud Roberts.

Junior.

I hate to come to you only
when I have problems, but,

well, I have a problem.

I have a final

in five hours that I
haven't studied for.

I wanted to,

but I got real busy and...

and maybe I
procrastinated a little.

Okay, a lot!

But I can't fail.

If there's anything
that you can do...

I had to.

I had to take
them out, Lieutenant.

I reacted, sir.

Helo! Get down!

A Veterans' Mental
Health Services Amendment

was recommended today
by the House...

Remember, reasonable
doubt is a qualified doubt.

Unreasonable...
And unsubstantiated theories

have no place
in your deliberations.

You have to get
some new material.

Hey, if it works. Sit down.
I could use an audience.

Uh, thanks.
I've had my afternoon nap.

Ho, ho, ho.

Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

Bud, why are you calling me? I
gave you the afternoon off to study.

Say again?

I said, we're held up
in The Church of the Angels.

Only one of us has a gun.

And I told him that I'd
call into headquarters.

Has he threatened you yet?

Negative.

We're surrounded.

There's only two of us.

But I don't think that
they're aware of our number.

If you know
what I mean, sir.

Arrest Team Two, take
the 3-4 corner. Yes, sir.

Sniper One,
take the 1-2 corner.

Sniper two, I want you to cover
the right flank of the church.

Let's make it happen.

All right, you heard him.
Let's go!

Move!

Excuse me, Officer.
Who's in charge here?

Step back behind the barrier,
sir.

I need to speak to
who's ever in charge.

I am, as far as you're concerned.
Now step behind the barrier.

I'm in communication with
someone inside the church.

I don't know.

We're really outnumbered.

Maybe you should
consider surrender.

Or not.

He's not picking up the phone
in the sacristy.

We'll need to use
your friend's phone.

Who are we dealing
with here, Officer?

You've had contact
with the inside. You tell me.

The Lieutenant
was speaking cryptically,

but he talked about
calling into headquarters,

which leads me to believe
that he thought

the man was military,
or ex-military.

And at least
somewhat delusional.

Well,
I wouldn't be surprised.

He appears to be homeless,

suspected in the killing of four
people at a convenience store.

Fled the scene
with a weapon,

locked himself inside,
apparently has a hostage.

I don't think he's
threatened the Lieutenant.

Then you wouldn't mind
if he leaves. The number.

55501...
Wait.

What?

If the man is delusional,

it could be hard
reasoning with him.

Well, don't worry. We have
highly trained negotiators.

He apparently respects
the military uniform.

What are you suggesting?

Pick up, Bud.

Come on! Come on!

Hello? Are you all right, Lieutenant?

Yes, sir.

We are fine.

I'm right outside the door.

Can you step up
by the window?

He wants me to step up
to the window in the door.

It's good to see you, sir.

Put him on.

It's my CO.
He wants to talk to you.

I don't think he's taking
any phone calls today, sir.

Bad idea.

All right.

Arrest Team One,

prepare to move
the Commander back.

You got a name?
No, sir.

Pull back. Abort.

All right, soldier, this is
Lieutenant Commander Harmon Rabb

of the United States Navy!

I'd like to talk to you!

What does he think
he's doing?

Can he hear me?

Yes, sir.

What's your name, soldier?

SEAL.

He's a SEAL, sir.

What's your rank?

Arrest Team Two, stand by.

All right. I'll just call
you SEAL then, all right?

We can work it out.
No one else has to be hurt.

I'd like to come inside
and talk to you.

What do you say?

We can help you
get through this, SEAL.

The Navy tends to their own.

Arrest Team One, move in!

Moving in!

Hold your positions.
Damn it!

How could a Lieutenant
Commander in the U.S. Navy

do something so stupid?

All sniper teams be advised,

we now have a compounded
hostage situation.

I had to do it.

They were shooting.

Tell them I had to.

Who was shooting?
What happened?

Did someone try
to rob the store?

Why did you run?

I don't know.

Sir,
his cell phone's still on.

At least he's doing
something smart. Patch it in.

Why don't you
put the gun down?

Come outside.
We'll work it out.

Didn't mean to kill them.
Didn't have time to think.

You think, you're dead.

Look, SEAL,

what should I call you?

Bauwer.

Get me spelling variations,
first and last.

Cross-check
all violent felons.

Yes, sir.

I know your situation
seems hopeless at the moment,

but let's take some time,
work it out.

Backside of the target.

Pentagon.
Military Intelligence.

Bauwer. Bauwer!

Look, I can help you get
through this,

but you have to put the
gun down and come outside.

They're just not
going to let me go.

No, but you can explain
what happened.

He can't know!

Who?

Hello?

Put Harm on.

It's the Major.
Yeah?

Harm,
I wanted to tell you first,

before I alarmed anyone,
so just listen.

I checked with the Pentagon.

A career Navy SEAL, Chief
Petty Officer Paul Bauwer,

deserted nine years ago

during a psych consult
at Bethesda

after almost killing someone he
thought was stalking his wife.

He was missing in action
for four years in Vietnam

until he turned up
in a POW camp.

Most of his file is sealed.

Get out of there, Harm.

He's a trained
killing machine,

considered highly unstable.

Don't you have a final
to study for, Lieutenant?

Sir?

We'd better get going.

Uh, but, sir...
That's an order.

Yes, sir.

All teams, stand by.

What is wrong
with you people?

Acting on your own in these situations
can get people killed, Major.

But whatever you told him
seems to have worked.

Arrest Team One, we have
friendlies coming out. Pull back!

Team One, pull back.
Hold your fire!

Hold!

Stand down!

All right, we have him.
Let's get him to safety.

Let's go.
You, too, Commander.

Didn't think
I'd desert you, did you?

Not someone who was MIA.

My dad was MIA.

We lost the cell
phone connection, sir.

Maybe his battery went dead.

What did you tell him?

Major, your friend
can't wing it alone in there.

I need as much information
on this as I can get.

Look, there's no pressure.

They're not gonna just storm
in here, so take your time.

We'll go out
when you're ready.

No.

We won't.

Okay. Relax. Take it easy.

We'll talk it out right here.

This will get ugly, sir.

You'd better go now.

I'm not leaving
without you, Bauwer.

What are you doing?

Look, stay away from the
window. They have snipers.

Someone's at the window.

Suspect or hostage?

Unknown.

Stand down, Chief!

Surrender your weapon!

I know it looks bad
right now,

but there's no reason
to end it.

There has to be something worth
living for. Now give me the gun!

Suspect's pointing
weapon at hostage.

Do you have a shot?
Affirmative.

Take it.
I'm sorry, sir!

No!

Suspect down! We're in!

Move! Move!

Get a medic!

Bud, how was the final?

Uh, don't ask, sir.

How did the summation go?
It was hard to say.

Any word
from the hospital yet?

Yeah. He came through
the surgery all right.

But they arrested him right
after he regained consciousness.

I'd better get over there.

Uh, the Admiral wants us
in his office first, sir.

Mac, too?
Already there.

How bad is it?

Well, I've seen him worse.

But I am supposed
to have you

in his office one minute
after court recesses.

Which, uh,
gives us 20 seconds.

Sir, I appreciate you
coming to my aid yesterday.

I mean, who knows
what would have happened.

And I think that it's only
fair that I take the heat.

Well, you're a braver man
than I am, Bud.

He's waiting for us.

Enter.

Reporting as ordered, sir!
At ease.

Seems the three of you
had quite a day yesterday.

Yes, sir.

I was telling
Major MacKenzie I spent

the good part of my morning
on the phone

with a CNO, who in turn
has been on the phone

with the D.C.
Police Department.

Care to guess
the topic of conversation?

I thought not.

What you probably didn't guess
is I backed you 100 percent.

Well, 95.

I don't care to what depths
this man has sunk.

He was a SEAL and a POW

for almost 20 years.

You put yourselves on the line
to protect him as you should.

Thank you, sir.

Now, the question is,
do we leave it there?

Sir?

You think he was trying
to prevent this robbery?

Yes, sir.

I also think he will
be lost in the system

without decent
representation.

I agree.

But it's
civilian jurisdiction.

Technically he's still
part of the Navy, Major.

You don't desert
in peace time after 20 years

to live on the streets.

Call it, uh, posttraumatic
stress or whatever,

but as far as I'm concerned,

this man is our
responsibility.

Am I making myself clear?
Yes, sir.

They'll arraign him as soon
as he can leave the hospital.

And unfortunately,
he obviously does not have

the means to reimburse
the Navy for your time,

so you're going to have to keep
up the rest of your caseload.

Uh, sir,

just for the record, the
man's a bit of a loose cannon.

Yes, Lieutenant,
but as far as I know,

so are his attorneys.

Dismissed.

Aye, aye, sir.

Why don't you
help us out here?

Tell us if we're
on the right track.

You hang out
in front of that store.

You grow a certain
fondness for it. Am I right?

Yeah, the newspaper guy
across the street

says he sees you there
all the time.

A few punks come by.
They try to jack the place.

You figure, "Hey, I'm a Navy
SEAL. I can handle this. "

You try to help but then
something just snaps.

Snaps.
Understandable.

You didn't mean
to kill them.

You just came out
of yourself,

like someone else
was doing it.

You redlined. Yeah,
you redlined. That's it.

Is that what happened?

'Cause if that's what happened,
why don't you just tell us?

Guy's here who says
he's his lawyer.

What?

Interrogating a suspect
without his lawyer present?

You guys fail
Criminal Procedure 101?

We've read him his rights.

When we hear the word
lawyer, we walk out the door.

Well, get walking.
You just heard it.

Well, we've been here since he
woke up. He didn't call anyone.

He retained me yesterday.

Is that true?

I told you, Chief.
The Navy tends to their own.

I'm gonna
keep that promise.

Under no circumstances

do you contact my ex-wife.

Understood, sir?

If that's what you want.

I'm gonna get you
through this, Chief.

We'll make it right.

Docket number 872907.

The people
versus Paul Bauwer.

One count,
first degree murder,

two counts,
second degree murder.

How do you plead?
Not guilty, Your Honor.

I'd like to hear that
from the defendant, Counselor.

Not guilty.

Mr. Nardoni?

Your Honor,
the defendant is indigent.

He fled the crime scene leading
to a standoff with police.

Due to the gravity
of the charge,

the People ask that the
defendant be held without bail.

Sounds prudent.

Your Honor, my client... Save
it for the trial, Counselor.

Defendant is to be
held without bail.

Welcome to the big leagues.

Docket number 873014.

People versus Patton.

He said that?
Yeah.

Yeah. I'll show him
the big leagues.

Where does he get Murder One?

They're gonna go
for felony murder?

Mmm, felony murder
doesn't apply.

I don't believe he was
involved in the robbery.

Powder residue on
one of the victim's hands

indicates that
he killed the clerk.

Bauwer just
killed everybody else.

The grand jury will never
indict him Murder One.

I don't know.
The last person killed

was apparently running away,

heading towards the door
when Bauwer shot him.

And he still had a gun
on him, right?

He was shot in the back.

Sixteen years old.

Is Bauwer ever on the tape?

No, three perps
sprayed it black

when they entered the store.

Wait a minute.
What was that?

What?

That.

Looks like a baseball cap.

Can you read
the lettering on it?

No. You going
backwards or forwards?

Forwards. He's wearing
his hat backwards.

So someone's going in.

You got photos
of the crime scene?

Yeah.

How long before
the robbery was that?

About five minutes.

Does anyone come back out?

No.

Looks like a magazine rack

and a video game
to the left of the door,

out of view of the camera.

We have a witness.

So, what's so special

about a homicidal
homeless man

that has the US military
defending him?

Wait, let me guess.

National Security.

We're not representing
the US Navy on this matter.

Our client has
retained us himself.

With what? Two aluminum cans
and a cardboard box?

I didn't realize Semper
Fi loyalties ran so deep.

Semper Fi is
the Marine Corps motto.

Chief Bauwer is a SEAL.

Chief is it now?
Last week he was a bum.

It's amazing what killing a few
teenagers does for your social status.

A few teenagers
who coldheartedly pumped

two slugs
into a 61-year-old man.

So what? He's an executioner?

One was running away when
your client gunned him down.

How do you know that?
Do you have a witness?

He was shot in the back.

So there was no witness?

You have the police reports.

Yeah, but we're asking you.

Hey,
I'd love to have a witness.

Not inside the store. It
gives us a defense argument.

You find somebody,
you call me.

But you want to
deal with reality,

I'll give you Murder Two
across the board, 15 to 25.

Give us Murder Two?
Huh!

He's gonna
give us Murder Two?

Your client's fingerprints were
found on two different weapons.

One jammed. He formed
intent going for the second

while the kid
was running away.

That's your theory.

He fled the scene.
It's an admission of guilt.

It's also your theory.

I'd love to hear yours.

You will.
I look forward to it.

And Counselor,

if you're considering
a insanity defense,

by all means, proceed.

Anything that gets him
off the streets.

Well, that went well.

He wouldn't lie about his
knowledge of a witness.

Could get his case
thrown out.

The police must not
have caught it.

And we're under no
obligation to tell them.

Let's find him first.

Where? For all we know, he
could have been an accomplice.

Something tells me if he
was, he wouldn't be alive.

Yeah, and the one person
who might be able to

tell us where to start,
sure isn't talking very much.

So far.

Enemy's moving
in fast, Chief.

I need some intel.

We think someone might have
seen what happened in the store.

Somebody inside.

Did you see anyone
by the magazine rack?

No.
Are you sure?

I said no.

Okay.

Let's go over
what you did see.

No, thank you,
Commander.

I didn't ask you
to save me the other day.

I'm not asking you
to save me now.

Then why did you agree
to let me defend you?

I thought it would make the
whole thing less painful.

Chief,

you may be a quitter,
but I'm not.

So if you're gonna fire
me, you'd better do it now,

because I am gonna try this
case to the best of my ability.

Fine.

I'll send somebody by tomorrow
to give you a shave and a haircut.

Guard!

Sometimes it's better to just
put an old guard dog down.

More trouble than he's worth
once he's outlived his usefulness.

You can always find
some way to be useful, Chief.

And what am I supposed
to do, sir?

If I don't want to be a mercenary,
what am I supposed to do?

I can kill a man 18 different
ways with my bare hands.

I can break down
43 different assault rifles.

I can jump from a chopper

doing 30 knots, 30 feet
into a freezing ocean

and swim all night
to a submarine.

But what am I
supposed to do now?

Grand jury indicted.
Murder Two.

I know.

How are you holding up?

Well, I'm used to
home court advantage.

We could buy some time,

claim the right of the military to
prosecute Bauwer as a deserter first.

Oh, yeah. Well.

Come to think of it,
we could convict him.

Buy ourselves
10 to 20 years. Ha, ha.

The good news is I finally got his
service record out of the Pentagon.

It took a big favor.

Tell me it was worth it.

I don't know.
There's a lot of whiteout.

Sir?

Where's my witness, Bud?

I'm sorry, sir.

I've been interviewing people
on a three block radius

and nobody's seen anything.

I need that witness, Bud.

Yes, sir.
I'll keep right on it.

No more Game Boy
until you get him.

Did you read this?

Two silver stars,
a bronze star,

a Purple Heart,
the Navy Cross?

All earned in Black Ops.

It doesn't even say
what they're for.

You know, if we introduce
this to a jury,

they're liable to fear him
rather than sympathize.

Your attorney's
waiting inside.

He left that for you.

Doctor Hurtan, are you
the principal researcher

and author of The Cambridge College
Study of Antisocial and Violent Behavior?

I am.

And as a recognized expert on
problems of impulse control,

did you have the opportunity

to interview the defendant
on March 2 of this year?

I did.

Please, tell the court

your conclusions
based on that interview

and your study of the
defendant's case history.

The defendant exhibits several
symptoms which when taken together

meet the criteria of
Antisocial Personality Disorder.

What are
these symptoms?

Difficulty regulating anger
and aggression.

Tending to overreact,
often violently.

A lack of remorse indicated by
rationalizing one's behavior.

And based on
your expert opinion,

can the defendant, suffering
from such a disorder,

distinguish between
right and wrong?

Yes. He just can't
control his rage.

Can't control his rage.

Of considerable concern,

given his lethal training.

Objection. Argumentative.

Overruled.

Yes, I would think so.

So, when he reached
for that second gun

and shot the boy running
out the door...

Objection, Your Honor! The prosecution
assumes facts not in evidence.

Sustained.

Let me put it this way.

If, in anger, he shot the boy
while he was running away,

he would know
that it was wrong. Correct?

Yes. Reality is fluid
for antisocial personalities.

They'll often generate
an alternative view

of reality to justify
their actions.

Give us an example.

To this day,
Mr. Bauwer maintains

that a man he nearly killed in
the park was stalking his wife.

I think by now
he believes the story.

Thank you, Doctor.

No further questions.

Doctor, did you actually
witness the defendant

in an angry
or aggressive state?

No.

Did he yell, scream,
throw anything?

No.

And yet you concluded
that he suffers

from Antisocial
Personality Disorder.

My evaluation is based
on an interview

and the defendant's
case history.

The beating in a park
nine years ago?

Yes.

And you don't believe that
Chief Bauwer could have used

his highly developed
intuitive skills to sense

that the man was indeed
stalking his wife?

No. It's classic
justification.

Really?

Your Honor, I'd like to
introduce two police reports

with accompanying court orders
as defense exhibits 21 A and B.

I trust it's relevant?

It is, Your Honor.

Very well.

Doctor Hurtan,
what if I told you that

the man Chief Bauwer accosted
in the park that evening,

a Ron Damsey, was served with
two separate restraining orders

in the last five years
by two different women,

one in Chicago
and one in St. Louis,

for what they believed
to be, quote,

"Stalking"?

Is this right?

Now, in your expert opinion,

are these two women suffering from
Antisocial Personality Disorder?

It better be good, Bud.

Uh, it is, sir.

I came to Rodney thinking
that he might be able

to digitally enhance the logo on
the back of the baseball cap...

You can't enhance it.
It's a blur.

Well, I was desperate, sir. But
Rodney here came up with another idea.

What?
Show him.

Now, this frame is from
the surveillance video

a minute before
the assailants entered.

Yeah. There's no one there
but the old man.

Yeah, but watch.

There was a faint
reflection on the menu board.

So we enhanced it and found
what looked like a figure

standing in front
of the video game.

So we enhanced it again,
flipped the image,

and we could read what was on
the back of the baseball cap.

Madison Junior High School
Patriots.

It's about six blocks away.

Bud, if you were a girl,
I'd kiss you.

Red light, Commander.

Does this mean I get
my Game Boy back?

We think it's a kid,
10, 11.

I told you, sir.
I didn't see anyone.

Chief, I'm aware
of your training.

If there was another person
in the store you would know it.

I don't get it.

Why won't you let me
help you?

Forget it.

It doesn't matter anyway.
It's just a matter of time now.

We have him narrowed down to the
local junior high baseball team.

Leave him alone!

You hear me?

Leave him alone!

He's my son!

Get up! Face the walls.

Whoa, whoa. Wait a minute.
Is there a problem?

I saw on the security system.
He assaulted you.

He was just showing me how
something happened. Honestly.

Now, if you'll excuse us,
this is confidential.

You were protecting your son.

He doesn't know who I am.

That's your defense.
No, it's not.

I left when he was two and
a half. Rebecca remarried.

He's got a good home,
a good life.

I would just wait by the
store to get a look at him.

He stopped there a lot.

The other assailant could have been
running for the door, or your son.

You can't tell them!

He can't know
what happened to me!

I'd rather he thinks I'm dead.

Well,
what does he think now?

I don't know.

Someone else in the store
gives us a defense theory.

You were protecting someone.
You'd be acquitted.

No! He can't know!

All right.

What if he doesn't know
who you are?

What if he just thinks you were
some man who tried to help him?

They'll find out. They'll ask
him questions, questions about me.

What if I can guarantee you

no one will tell him
anything about you?

You can do that?

The man was protecting
his son.

Had the grand jury
known that,

they would never
have indicted.

You should have told us about
the possibility of a witness.

We would have
tracked him down.

My job is to defend
my client.

Not build
the prosecution's case.

Of course! And if it didn't
work out for you,

then you would have
quashed it. One at a time.

Please, Mr. Nardoni,
direct your comments to me.

What is it you want,
Commander?

I want a dismissal.

Your Honor, I haven't seen
any definitive evidence

to prove this was even
the boy in the store,

much less the defendant's son.

We can prove that,
Your Honor.

Then they can
call him as a witness.

I'm afraid he's right,
Commander Rabb.

You can submit a motion, but I
see no reason for the dismissal.

Well, that brings us to a rather
delicate situation, Your Honor.

The boy is unaware
that the homeless man

he saw in the store
is his father.

We would ask
that the prosecution

not reveal this to him
in their questioning.

We have the right to
cross-examine, Your Honor.

It's not our problem if the
defendant is ashamed of himself.

It's for the boy's benefit,
not our client's.

He's twelve years old.
It's impossible to gauge

what sort of
emotional trauma

such a revelation
might provoke.

How do we know
the boy doesn't know?

It speaks directly to the
credibility of the witness.

I agree.
The issue's germane.

Your Honor, you could apprise
the jury of the relationship

out of the boy's presence.

Mr. Nardoni could then ask the
child if he knows the defendant.

That should satisfy the issue.

Very well.
I'll inform the jury.

And, uh,
if the boy doesn't know,

he won't learn it from you,
Mr. Nardoni.

Your Honor, you're asking me
to walk a very fine line here.

Well, you're a skilled litigator.
I'm sure you can handle it.

Wouldn't happen.
If you had listened to me...

Nardoni argued his way
to a weaker position.

The jury knowing
only helps us.

Funny how that happens.

Are you saying
you planned it?

What do you think?

I think I like
the big leagues.

He's here.
I just talked to him.

He's a little nervous,
but that's normal.

Forget it. Call it off.

Chief, I went over everything
with him. He'll do fine.

Trust me.

His mother bring him?
Yeah.

When this is all finished,

she'd like to sit down with
you and go over the whole thing.

I'm surprised she wants
to talk to me at all.

Well, I believe she understands
more than you think, Chief.

They're ready to go.

Okay, let's do it.

Yeah.

All rise.

Be seated.

Commander Rabb,
are you ready to proceed?

We are, Your Honor.

The Defense calls
Marty Bauwer.

Okay? Good.

Raise your right hand.

Do you swear to tell the
truth, the whole truth

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God? Yes.

Please be seated, state and
spell your name for the record.

Marty Bauwer, B-a-u-w-e-r.

Thanks for coming today,
Marty.

Are you nervous?
A little.

It's okay. It's all right
to be nervous.

Marty, will you please
tell the court,

were you at the
Georgetown Variety store

at 33rd and R Streets
on March 8?

Yes, sir. I was playing the
video game in the corner.

When did you first notice
something unusual?

I was pretty into the game.

So I didn't know anything
was happening

until I heard the guy yelling
at the clerk for money.

What did you do?

Nothing. I didn't move,

until I heard two shots.

Then I turned around to see the
man fighting all three of them.

The defendant?

He was dirtier
and he had a beard.

But, yeah, that's him.

What happened then?

Then the last guy
came towards me

and he shot him.

The last man came
toward you?

It looked like it.

So this man could have
saved your life?

Objection.
He's leading the witness.

Sustained.

I'll rephrase the question,
Your Honor.

Marty, do you feel that you
could have been hurt or killed

if the defendant had not
stopped the last man?

Yes.

Thanks, Marty.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Mr. Nardoni?

Thank you, Your Honor.

Hello, Marty.

Hello.

Do you know
the defendant, Marty?

Yeah, he saved my life.

No, no. I'm not asking you
to parrot Mr. Rabb.

I'm asking if you know
the defendant?

How do you mean?

Do you know him?

Personally?

Personally, impersonally,
whatever.

I've seen him around,
but I never talked to him.

Why not?

I don't know. I just didn't.

I see.

Well, what happened
after you saw the defendant

shoot and kill
the last boy in the store?

I ran away.
Why?

He saved your life.
I was scared.

Because you saw him
kill three people

and you were afraid
he was gonna kill you.

I don't know.
You don't know?

What do you know, Marty?

Objection, Your Honor.
He is badgering the witness.

Uh, sustained. Please, stick to
specific questions, Mr. Nardoni.

Certainly, Your Honor.

Marty, so when you went home, did you
tell your mother what had happened?

No.
No?

Why not?

I thought I'd get in trouble.

I wasn't supposed
to be there.

I was supposed to go
straight home after school.

What did you tell
your mother?

Practice ran late.

So you lied to your mother?

I guess so.
You guess so?

Well, if you lied then, why
should we believe you now?

Don't look at him! Look
at me, Marty! Look at me!

Your Honor! If you're a liar,
why should we believe you?

Stop!
He's a good boy!

Let him go, Chief!

Do you hear me?
He's a good boy!

Step away right now.
Paul!

Come on, Chief.
He's okay. Look at him.

No one's hurting him.
He's okay.

Let the man go.

Calm down, Chief,
and just think.

Everything is all right.
It's all right.

Paul, don't do this.

Don't do it, Paul.
Let him go.

On the floor.
On the floor, now!

All the way.

Nardoni intentionally tried to
provoke you in front of the jury.

The judge will never
allow it.

I think we should go
for a mistrial.

No. I want it over.

Chief, the jury could be
irreparably prejudiced against you.

I don't know if I can
turn them around.

Now, the chances of Marty having
to testify again are very slim.

I don't want him
up there again.

End it, Commander.
End it now.

A father
protects his son.

It's the most basic of human
instincts. A biological imperative.

Those of you
who are parents know

you don't have to be a Navy
SEAL to act on the impulse.

And though Chief Bauwer
didn't know his son,

he stood watch everyday, across
from that convenience store

to check on his well-being.

When three violent criminals
threatened the boy's life,

he didn't hesitate.
Would you?

No. He acted.

He guarded.

He protected.

And what happened last week
in this courtroom

was prompted
by that same motivation.

An overreaction? Yes.

Does he need some help?
Of course, he does.

But how do we as a society

treat the warriors we create?

By locking them up
for protecting their children

the same way
they protected us?

The prosecution
would say yes.

I say,

Chief Bauwer is a hero,

a guardian angel

whose love for his son
kept him always there,

in the shadows.

He came through for his son, just
like in ways we'll never know,

he came through
for all of us.

Hey!

Excuse me! Excuse me!

Sorry!

Excuse me! Excuse me!

Have they announced it?
Excuse me!

Member of the defense team
coming through.

I've been paged!
Did they come down?

I haven't
heard anything.

Not guilty!

Not guilty!

I checked with my CO.

Given the circumstances, I think
we can get the Navy to agree

to an administrative
discharge,

provided you receive
some counseling.

Which would probably
allow you to retain

a good portion of your
Veterans' Benefits.

I should be so lucky.

Ah.

Chief, I've got
a buddy in Leesburg

who runs
a parachute school.

He's always looking
for a pro.

Give him a call. It would
keep you close to Washington.

I don't know what to say.

You saved my life twice.

It was a privilege.

Here's your chance, Chief.
Talk to him.

You look better in a uniform.

Thanks.

I didn't think
you'd get in trouble.

Sorry I ran.

Everybody gets scared.

I hope you don't think
I'm a coward.

It took more guts
to come back to help.

This is a nice bike.
Thanks.

My dad bought it for me.

He did?
My stepdad.

My mom says my real dad
will come back some day,

when he's ready.

Would you like that?

Yeah. I think so.

So, I'll see you around?

Yeah.