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[gunshot]

[cop] Let's go over it one more time.

[man] No idea.

[man] No. No idea.

[chatter over police radio]

[camera shutter clicking]

Blunt force trauma to the head.

Crushed his skull.

How long ago?

Two to three hours maybe.

Guy was a transient, Jimmy. No I. D.

Henry, you ever see that man before?

We get a few transients every week.

You know, the railroad tracks go nearby.

See anything unusual out here?

Nothing. I had my usual walk and...

Who would kill that poor soul?

Guy was drinking.

Couple of bums fight over a bottle,

things get out of hand.

Doesn't make sense.

Just a theory, Henry.

Jimmy, may I take him?

Yeah, go ahead.

[train horn blaring in distance]

[groaning]

[train horn blaring in distance]

[train horn getting louder]

[exhales]

[theme music playing]

[theme music ends]

[Joanna] Okay.

Here's the reason you're in pain.

You got a solitary mass in the left lobe of your liver.

Cancer?

We can't tell that from the scan.

That's why I did the fine needle aspiration

to get a sample from pathology.

But it could be cancer?

It could be.

It could also be something completely benign.

We won't know till about three o'clock.

‐Until then... ‐What... What are the odds?

‐I can't really speculate. ‐[Jimmy] Damn it, Joanna.

Tell me what I'm facing here.

I need more information.

Look, Jimmy, I know you're upset.

I'm upset.

And I'm gonna tell you everything

the minute I know it but...

for the moment, we just have to wait.

What if it is cancer?

Then we got a problem.

How big a problem?

Big.

How long are we talking?

[breathes deeply] Could be months,

could be weeks.

[echoing] But look, we're getting of ourselves, Jimmy.

Until we have more information,

there's really nothing to discuss.

I know how you must feel.

‐[ticking] ‐[Joanna] This doesn't necessarily mean

you have a fatal disease.

I don't even want you thinking about that

until we get some idea what's going on.

I see lots of these things in men your age.

And even in the worst case scenario,

we can treat it aggressively with chemo

and there are lots of experimental therapies...

[beeping]

Look, um...

Jill mentioned that she was having lunch

with you today.

Now this is absolutely none of my business but, um...

this might be a good time to let her in on this.

I'll call you at 3:00.

He was dead before he hit the ground.

I detected traces of mortar near the wound.

My guess is someone whacked him in the cranium with a brick.

Death was instantaneous.

Still don't know who he is.

John Doe number 137.

You ran through missing persons?

[shrugs] Nothing.

Dental records, fingerprints, criminal sheets?

All negative.

[Jimmy] What about this tattoo? Looks military.

I can run through the VA if you like Jimmy but, uh...

I wouldn't hold my breath on this one if I were you.

We will ID him, Carter. This man had a life.

We will ID him.

So who's the witness?

Kid named Jack Klausner.

Played for the under‐12 basketball team

I used to coach.

He's a good kid.

Jack.

Hey.

Jack, this is Sheriff Brock.

Thanks for coming in, Jack. Why don't you sit down?

Oh, you know when I heard that guy got killed,

I... I thought it was, like, my duty or something to...

Tell me what you saw?

Just like you told me.

Okay, sure. Um...

Well, I was coming home

from the basketball game, you know,

and I took a shortcut through the woods

like I usually do and...

and I heard something.

You know, it was, like, two guys fighting or something.

So, I, uh, crept closer

and there was these two dudes, man,

and they were really going at it.

Can you describe them?

[Jack] Well, you could tell they were both bums.

You know, I mean, by the clothes and how dirty they were.

And, uh... and one of them was a white guy.

And he was about my height with brown hair and,

and a large jacket.

Um...

and the other one was this Black guy,

and he was shorter but big.

You know, I mean, not fat but strong.

Do you know what they were fighting about?

Did they say anything?

No.

Go on.

Well, um...

the Black guy had the white guy by the shoulders, you know,

and so the white guy bit him

really hard just right on the hand.

And so the Black guy screamed

and he threw the other guy on the ground and...

and then, he picked up a brick,

and he clubbed the white guy with it

just as he was getting up.

You know, it made this really sick sound.

Like a smashed pumpkin or something.

And that's when he saw me.

Who? The Black man?

You know, so I just took off.

You know, I ran home as fast as I could

'cause I kept thinking he was coming after me.

And then when I heard on the news that...

You did the right thing, Jack.

If you saw this Black man again, could you recognize him?

[Jack] Why?

[stammers] I don't gotta talk to him or nothing, do I?

No, but if we brought him in, put him behind a one‐way glass,

could you pick him out of a lineup?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think so.

He looked right at me.

Every train stop, every bus station,

every homeless shelter.

Check anywhere that guy might have gone.

I'm on it.

Hi, you ready to go?

12:30. Lunch.

‐Oh. ‐Jimmy.

[sighs] I had this case from last night, honey, I'm...

Sorry, I really can't go right now.

That's okay. It's no big deal.

‐Well... ‐[chuckles]

You're gonna pay for it next time.

Jill?

Yeah?

[sighs]

Love you.

[laughs]

[slow music playing]

[Douglas] A‐ha, Jimmy, there you are.

For God's sake, Doug, can't you see the man is busy?

Too busy to settle a bet?

We were talking about that.

That transient you found last night.

[Judge Bone] Mm‐hmm, and then Doug in his usual tasteful manner

starts talking about which of us is gonna die first.

What's to argue? You have ten years on me plus one heart attack.

Shut up. I don't have ten years on you,

‐and besides, that's not the point. ‐[Douglas] Of course it is.

My kidneys are younger than your kidneys.

‐[Judge Bone] Nobody wants your kidneys. ‐What?

He thinks he can donate his kidneys.

Of course, I can.

You see here? I still have my card.

[Judge Bone] Who is his right mind

would want the kidney of an 80‐year‐old?

[Douglas] If it's their last chance of survival, anybody.

[Judge Bone] The mere thought of your organs

pulsating in somebody else's body

makes me wanna puke.

Excuse me.

You see?

It makes him wanna puke, too.

Jimmy?

[Jimmy] Uh, Henry...

I couldn't get that dead man out of my mind,

so I took a long walk in the woods this morning

and I found this.

It's probably nothing,

but it was close enough to the site of the murder

that I thought if someone were running,

they might have dropped it. I don't know.

No, we'll check it out. Thanks, Henry.

Is there any progress?

Uh, some leads. Possibly a transient.

[sighs]

Something else, Henry?

How could it be God's plan

for that poor soul to end up dead

behind my church?

God's plan?

I'm just having trouble seeing the sense of it.

You're having trouble seeing the sense of it?

Henry, you are the one people go to

to try to make sense of it.

I know. I do the best I can,

but there are times I just...

So what do you offer?

Just some kind of abstract illusion, is that it?

I offer spiritual guidance, Jimmy.

How can you guide if you question the plan?

You're twisting my words.

You're telling me

you see no sense in this man having to die,

in any of us having to die, and I'm twisting your words.

I don't think that man need always understand the plan.

Now I may not see the sense,

but that doesn't mean there isn't sense.

If this is some kind of explanation, I'm not buying it.

We have what we see.

What else is there, Henry?

It's called faith.

What's troubling you, Jimmy?

Nothing.

Past the door.

Come on. Over here.

Sit down, all right.

Wait here, all right.

Jack, can I have a candy bar?

No. [shushing] Just stay here, okay.

I'll be right back.

‐Hey, buddy. ‐Hey.

Thanks for coming in again.

Yeah, mom had to work.

[Kenny] Uh‐huh.

Will he be all right by himself?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, he'll be fine.

Okay.

[Jill] Joanna?

[exhales]

[ticking]

[Kenny over mic] Step back. Number three.

All right, take your time now.

Step back. Number four.

[Jimmy] Hmm?

Don't worry. He can't see you.

[Jimmy] Is that him? Number four?

No.

No, it's not him.

Be sure now. Take a good look.

Look at all of 'em.

He's not there.

Okay.

‐Cut 'em loose. ‐Take 'em away.

[officer over speaker] All right, gentlemen. This way.

‐Sorry. ‐[Kenny] Hey...

If it's not the guy, it's not the guy.

Don't worry about it. We'll find him.

Carter...

Hey, Jimmy, can I release the body to the VA?

The VA?

You didn't hear?

We got a positive ID.

You were right. Military background.

Hmm.

Marcus Bennett.

Fifty‐one years old.

4th Marine Division, Silver Star, Vietnam '68.

Busted to private after, uh, assaulting a superior officer.

Honorable discharge.

Wonder why he assaulted an officer?

Contact his family?

‐No, there is no family. ‐What?

The VA can't locate any next of kin.

Apparently, the guy's been in and out of veteran's hospitals

all around the country for the past 16 years.

Drugs, alcohol, you name it.

Guess he just wandered from state to state.

Then he winds up dead behind a church in Rome, Wisconsin.

Can I release him to the VA? They'll bury him in Fond du Lac.

Yeah.

Well, at least we got a shot at solving this case.

Kid saw a Black transient hit the guy with a brick.

[Carter] That's impossible.

Preliminary analysis of the scrapings

taken from under the decedent's fingernails

indicate that the assailant was a male Caucasian.

I can't be absolutely certain until the DNA results are in,

but I'll guarantee you this right now,

the killer was white.

[ticking]

Thanks.

Why would he lie?

‐Jack, I want that one. That one. ‐You tell me.

It was dark. He was scared.

He probably goofed up. That's all.

[clicks tongue] Maybe.

Come on. Candy.

[laughs] Candy.

‐Come on. Candy... ‐You're still here, huh?

We're just waiting for a ride.

Mommy's working.

Yeah, we can give you a ride if you want.

Uh, no, that's okay, man.

I got friends coming.

[Game Boy beeping]

Jack, may I have a word with you?

[Jack] Sure.

Where you going, Jack?

Don't worry about it, okay. Just stay right here.

[Kenny] Billy...

is that your Game Boy?

[Billy] Yeah.

Jack, we're having trouble finding anymore suspects.

You sure the man you saw was Black?

‐Yeah. ‐Now think about it.

It was dark, you were scared.

Could you have been mistaken?

No.

No, dude was Black.

Definitely.

Dude.

That's my ride.

Can I go now?

[Billy laughing] Okay, watch. Like that.

[Game Boy beeping]

We'll be in touch.

[Kenny] Yeah, that's good.

Boy, you really know what you're doing.

[Jack] Hey, Billy, come on.

‐Billy. ‐[Billy] Okay.

Okay, I'm almost at the next level. [laughs]

Hey, come one, Einstein.

Okay.

I can do it.

I'm sure you can, Billy.

Come on.

[laughs]

‐Bye. ‐[Kenny] Bye.

[door shuts]

I was looking for another file on Joey's desk and...

Oh, God.

Why didn't you tell me?

[sighs] We'll get the results at three o'clock.

I'm not gonna die or anything.

Probably nothing and...

Honey, talk to me.

I got work to do. I got this case from last night, honey...

Jimmy...

What do you want me to say?

You wanna know how I feel? I don't like how I feel.

[sighs] I don't wanna feel...

what I'm feeling.

Would you look at me at least?

There's nothing to talk about until three o'clock.

Honey, honey...

We'll find out soon enough.

‐[knocking on door] ‐[woman] Yeah?

Mrs. Klausner, Sheriff Brock. May I come in?

Thank you.

Has anything happened to Randy?

‐Randy? ‐My husband.

‐Oh, no, no, no. ‐Oh. [laughs]

He's been working two jobs. I was afraid that he...

‐I don't know. Fell asleep at the wheel or... ‐No...

nothing like that.

Please.

Oh, I'll just be brief. I wanna ask you a few questions.

Were you home last night?

No, I'm a nurse's aide at Forest Hills Retirement Home.

My... my shift is from 4:00 to midnight.

You son Billy home last night?

‐[Mrs. Klausner] What? ‐Billy?

Yes, he was home all night.

Billy is mentally retarded.

He's like a six‐year‐old.

So what was it that you're trying to find out?

There was an incident last night with a homeless man.

I didn't want to alarm you.

Oh.

Well, Billy was here all night.

And your husband can verify that?

[Mrs. Klausner] Oh, uh, no.

Like I said, he, uh...

he has two jobs.

It's just until we get a little bit of extra money though,

because there's this program for, uh, retarded people.

They can, like, train them with...

with flash cards and puzzles.

It was on 60 Minutes. [laughs]

And I think it would really help Billy,

but our insurance just doesn't cover it, so...

So, Billy was here alone last night.

Oh, no, no, his brother stayed with him.

Jack stays with him every night.

See, Billy can't be left alone.

Well, he is like a six‐year‐old.

I'm going to hire a babysitter as soon as I can afford it.

And Jack was home with Billy all night?

Yeah.

Do you recognize this?

[key bunch jangling]

Billy made that.

For Jack.

When Jack didn't make it into varsity basketball he...

he made that because he wanted to make his brother feel better.

Where did you get that?

May I speak to Billy?

Yeah.

I was, too, at home.

You sure?

I told you and told you and told you.

Jack made me jelly bread,

and I watched TV.

It was Herman Munster,

and they gave him a sleeping potion.

[laughs]

It was scary,

but it wasn't too scary

'cause I promised Jack I wouldn't watch anything scary.

So you were here alone and Jack was gone?

No.

No.

No, he was here, too.

All night.

We were together.

Billy, did Jack make you promise not to tell anyone?

He's my best friend.

Wait, don't play with them.

Jack gets all mad.

Billy, did Jack ask you...

to say that he was here all night

so that your mother wouldn't know?

Is that right?

I won't tell anybody.

We can make it a game, okay?

You can keep your promise to Jack

and say that he was here.

Was Jack here?

Yeah.

You kept your promise.

‐Good. ‐Yeah.

[Jimmy] Yeah.

Now this is the game part.

Who was Jack really with?

Them.

Who?

They're mean to me.

They call me retard.

I won't let 'em come here anymore.

I hit 'em.

Who?

D‐Mac and Doze.

Who are D‐Mac and Doze?

Bad.

I hate 'em.

They say Jack's gonna leave me someday.

I don't like it when he goes out with them.

[school bell ringing]

‐Jack Klausner? ‐Yeah.

Sure I know him or did anyway.

Uh, used to be kind of a jock.

"Used to be?"

Uh, junior high. Basketball mostly.

He was pretty good. Why?

You know who his friends are?

What's this about, Dad?

Does this have anything to do with the bum who was killed last night?

The bum's name was Marcus Bennett,

and he was a Vietnam vet, Matthew.

Oh.

And Jack Klausner had something to do with it?

It's police business.

Yeah, sure. I won't say anything.

[sighs] Do you know who his friends are?

I've seen him hanging out with some wannabes lately.

"Wannabes?"

Yeah, you know, think they're gangsters

and call each other stupid names.

Like D‐Mac and Doze?

Yeah, how'd you know?

Do you know what their real names are?

Uh...

D‐Mac that's Stuart Rocco, I think,

and Doze is Russell Feuer.

You gonna bust 'em?

[sighs] Matt...

‐Boy, I knew those guys did some stupid... ‐Look...

just keep this to yourself, okay?

How you doing? Everything okay?

Yeah, fine.

Why wouldn't it be?

[sighs] No reason.

Better get to your class.

See you at dinner?

Yeah.

Bye, Dad.

[Jill] It can't be as bad as it sounds.

It's gotta be a neoplasm.

There's no history of cancer in his family.

‐He's a very healthy man. ‐Jill...

And if against all odds,

it does turn out to be malignant,

it isn't the end. there's a lot of new research...

Jill, if I may make an observation...

Just don't tell me that I'm overreacting.

Jill, we don't know anything yet. Please calm down.

This is my husband. This is the father of my children.

He is always making sure that other people are all right.

Always taking care of other people.

Why the hell can't he take care of himself?

[Joanna] Jill...

[Jill sighs heavily]

I know I'm sounding crazy. It's just what if...

[sighs]

What if...

[Jimmy] The key chain puts him at the scene.

He makes up the story about the tramp to cover his butt

in case we find it and trace it somehow.

So why didn't he I.D. one the the ramps in the lineup?

We're looking at a kid whose life has fallen apart

the last couple of years.

Didn't make the basketball team,

he's gonna look after his brother.

Parents are always working, no money,

so he starts hanging out with a couple of low lifers.

Then what? They kill a tramp for kicks?

I just can't believe that Jack could be part of that, Jimmy.

I mean, maybe home life hasn't been great lately,

but these other kids, Feuer and Rocco,

they've got sheets, Jack's clean.

Okay, so maybe he's covering up for them.

They did it. He was there.

He makes up the story to protect them,

but then can't finger an innocent man.

Yeah, I suppose that makes sense.

Does it?

I didn't do anything.

[Jimmy] Oh, come on, Stuart.

We know you and Russ beat up on transients in the park before.

[sighs] That's a lie, man.

We got statements.

I was never charged with anything.

Well, we both know it's true, don't we?

And Reverend saw you by the church last night.

[slams table]

Now he's coming in for a lineup.

Once he picks you out,

I can't help you.

What's going on?

Why'd you bring me here?

We're waiting.

For what?

Your buddy to confess.

How does Jack fit into all this?

Why'd you bring him along?

We didn't. We don't bring Jack along anywhere.

He's one of us.

Really?

‐[Stuart] Ask him. ‐I did.

He said you did it. You and Russ.

I don't think so.

You got scared, hit him by accident.

You didn't mean to kill him.

That's manslaughter, not murder.

I want a lawyer.

Why, Stuart?

You do something that needs a lawyer?

[laughs]

Cops, you're gonna do anything for a confession.

Forget it, all right. I didn't do anything.

[Kenny] How'd that man die?

I don't know.

Tell me.

You slammed his head with a brick, didn't you?

I wasn't there.

You crushed his skull

and left in lying in his own blood.

[sighs] Come on, Russ.

We both know you did it.

Now tell me.

How did the man die?

I wasn't there. I wasn't there. I wasn't there.

The kid was there, Jimmy, I'm sure of it.

We just don't have anything tying him to the scene.

Just Jack.

No, Jack hasn't given that up.

Not yet.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you

in the court of law.

‐What is this? ‐‐You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you

by the court.

‐Kenny... ‐Do you understand your rights?

No.

[Jimmy] I'll repeat them to you.

[stammers] I mean, yeah. What's going on?

[Jimmy] You're a suspect.

What?

You lied to us.

No, I...

[Jimmy] The fight between the tramps,

you being alone last night.

‐Yeah, it's true. I saw... ‐There wasn't a Black man, Jack.

We have forensic evidence proving

the killer was white.

You were there. You know what happened.

[Kenny] Look, we know Stuart and Russ were there.

We know you're protecting them.

I know the code.

You don't rat on a friend,

but this is murder. Codes don't apply, Jack.

Maybe he's not protecting anybody.

Maybe he did it.

I don't believe that. Jack's a good kid.

Do the right thing.

Tell us what happened.

They didn't tell you?

They said they weren't even there.

We know that's not true.

Billy told us.

[groans]

Oh, man.

Give 'em up.

They are my friends, okay. My only friends.

They're not your friends if they made you an accessory to murder.

You don't understand.

Understand what?

You don't understand.

[pager beeping]

[Jack breathing heavily]

[Kenny] Jimmy!

Stay back!

Jack...

Don't.

Just stay back.

I'll shoot. I swear.

Jack, why?

What are you doing?

I killed him.

Okay, me. I did it.

Calm down.

[Jimmy grunts]

‐[officer outside room] Gunfire! ‐[officers clamoring]

I'm going.

[breathing heavily]

Open it.

Jack, every officer out there heard that gunshot.

Let's go.

Hold your fire.

Move.

This is as far as I go, Jack.

I'll shoot.

‐I don't think so. ‐[gun cocks]

[guns cock]

Hold your fire.

Fine.

I don't need you.

Jack, you can't walk out of here.

Take a look.

[cries]

No.

I'll do it. I swear to God I'll do it.

[sobbing]

I will kill myself right here, man.

‐All right, everybody out. ‐Jimmy...

Clear the complex. I want everybody out of here in 30 seconds.

All right, let's go.

Move, come on.

Move!

Let's go.

Okay, that's it. They're gone.

Stay back, okay.

So...

Shut up! I don't want you talking to me.

All right, all right.

Look, I'm gonna sit down right here, okay.

Okay?

[sighs]

So what happened last night?

I said... I said don't talk to me.

You wanna tell me.

[laughs] No, I don't.

You wanna tell someone.

There's a reason you didn't make a false ID.

There's a reason you didn't blame Stuart or Russ.

Yeah. Yeah, that's because they didn't do it.

Because you got a conscience, Jack.

[groans]

I know you didn't mean for it to happen.

[scoffs] Big deal, man.

My life's over anyway.

[phone ringing]

It doesn't have to be.

[laughs]

Come on.

Tell me what happened last night.

What the hell difference does it make now anyway?

We were drinking.

After the game.

Actually, we left at halftime because the game sucked.

You know, the...

the woods behind the church is one of our hangouts

because you guys never go back there...

and that old minister must be half deaf.

Russ saw the guy first.

He, uh...

[click tongue] He goes, "Hey, let's roll that bum."

He was just digging through the trash.

[grumbling incoherently]

[glass breaking]

Hey, trashcan man, you find anything?

[Russ] Man, you go any money?

Please leave me alone.

Come on, guys, this is stupid.

I think we asked you a question.

[Jack] Man, come on.

‐I have no money. ‐[Jack] Come on.

[Stuart] Come on, hand it over.

I don't want any trouble, okay.

‐No trouble... ‐[laughing]

Guys, come on.

Come on, man. Let's go, all right.

[coughing]

Get a job, man. What are you doing here?

‐[grunting] ‐[Stuart laughing]

[Stuart and Russ laughing]

Hey!

Hey, you know what?

You're what's disgusting about America, you know that?

Huh?

Oh...

[screaming]

[all clamoring]

Jack, he's killing him!

[screaming]

[Stuart] Get him off me!

Get him off me!

[Marcus grunts, groans]

[panting]

[Russ] You killed the man.

I can see his brains.

All right, we gotta get out of here.

Come on, nobody saw anything. It's kill or be killed.

Dude was choking me to death.

Come on. Let's go.

[Russ] Let's go, Jack!

[panting]

[sobbing] He shouldn't have fought back, man.

He was an ex‐marine.

Won a medal once for saving his buddies under fire.

Yeah? Nobody is giving me any medals.

[Jimmy] You were in a tough spot, Jack.

Any judge is gonna understand that.

[scoffs] Right.

‐[officers clamoring] ‐Johnson, go ahead.

[Johnson] I've got a clear shot through the Sheriff's office, Kenny.

I can take him out clean.

No, not unless he threatens Jimmy, understood?

Kenny, I just heard. Where's Jimmy?

‐Jill, you can't go in there. ‐I've gotta talk to him.

‐Not now. ‐You don't understand.

‐He might try to do something foolish. ‐He's gotta keep talking, okay.

‐You don't understand. ‐Jill, Jimmy's in‐charge.

I can't even go in there.

Besides I've got an idea that might help him.

Reverend, please. Come on.

You give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill myself?

You're young.

You can still turn your life around.

Yeah?

Yeah, well my life sucks, man.

How am I suppose to turn that around?

Things are tough right now.

They won't always be.

How do you know?

I'm older than you. I've seen more.

Yeah?

Well, so is my old man,

and things are only getting worse for him.

Huh?

And my mother.

And my brother.

[sighs] That doesn't mean you have to die.

Fact is you want to live. We all want to live.

All right, it doesn't make sense all the time this life,

but it is precious.

Every moment of it.

You gotta have faith.

Faith?

[laughs]

Don't you talk to me about faith, man.

You know that's all my parents ever talk about.

You take one look at my brother and you tell me about faith.

[continues sobbing]

He is going to be an idiot for the rest of his life.

Now what did he do to deserve that?

Huh? And what did I do?

We don't deal the cards. We just play 'em, Jack.

‐Your brother needs you. ‐So what?

Hmm?

I'm not gonna do him any good from jail, am I?

Yes, you are.

You're all he's got in this world.

I don't care.

God, I am so sick of him.

You know, he never leaves me alone.

He's the reason why we don't have any money,

and he's the reason why I can't keep up

with my basketball.

I hate him!

[Billy] Jack?

Billy?

Are you mad at me, Jack?

Billy, go away.

I'm sorry, Jack.

I don't mean to make you mad.

I am not mad at you.

Still best friends, right?

[sobbing]

Right.

What's the matter, Jack?

[continues sobbing]

[ticking]

‐Benign. ‐[laughs]

It's what we call a focal nodular hyperplasia.

It'll just go away by itself. We don't even have to operate.

[Jill sobbing]

[officer 1] Heavenly Father,

on this day of battle,

I commit myself body and soul

to your keeping.

If I am sick,

grant me healing.

When I am in peril of life,

give me courage.

And should I fall,

receive me

unto yourself.

[officer 2] Detail, a‐ten‐hut!

With blank ammunition.

Load.

Ready.

Aim.

‐Fire. ‐[gunshots]

[shells clinking]

Ready.

Aim.

Fire.

[shells clinking]

Ready.

Aim.

‐Fire. [gunshots, shells clinking]

["Taps" playing]

Thank you.

Are you a relative, sir?

A friend.

Thank you.

[theme music playing]

[theme music ends]