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[panting]

[sobbing]

[clattering]

[screaming]

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Calm down, calm down.

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

Look at me.
Look at me.

I'm not him, okay?
All right?

He's over there.

WOMAN: Is he dead?

MAN: He's unconscious.

He banged his head
on the floor

when I disarmed him.

Oh, my God! He cut me.

It's not your blood.

[grunts]

[opening theme music playing]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Sorry I'm late, sir.

I got caught on a call.

Remain standing,
Commander.

This won't take long.

Attention to orders!

"During a combat mission
over the former Yugoslavia,

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb Jr. WAS

flying escort
for an F-14 photo aircraft

when it was badly damaged
by hostile antiaircraft fire.

to prevent his comrades
from being captured or killed,

Commander Rabb unhesitatingly
and with consummate skill

used his windscreen
to push the aircraft

by use of its lower tailhook

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

Commander Rabb's gallantry was
in the finest tradition

of the naval services

and reflects great credit

upon himself, naval aviation
and the United States Navy.

He is hereby awarded

the Distinguished Flying Cross,
Second Award."

-Congratulations, Commander.
-Thank you, sir.

At ease.

Now, since, uh,
you're not married

and your mother's
not present,

and I'm damn sure
unwilling,

I'll ask the, uh, colonel

to do the honors.

Gently, marine.

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

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

I believe I requested
no ceremony be conducted.

Yeah, I know--
I ignored it.

Take a seat.

I was just about
to discuss your next case.

Last month, Marine Private
William Clauson...

Um... uh...

allegedly assaulted
a young woman

outside a Norfolk
nightspot.

He dragged her at knifepoint
into a construction site

and attempted to rape her.

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

Another marine saved her,
correct?

Corporal Keely
Woods, sir.

You and the lieutenant
will prosecute

in Private Clauson's
court-martial.

Yes, sir.

Now, for obvious reasons

the press has taken
an acute interest.

Build your case carefully.
Tighten every bolt.

Understood, sir.

Commander Mattoni,
you have the thankless job

of defending the most
unpopular marine

in Norfolk.

I accept
the challenge, sir.

Colonel, you'll take on

the defense of Petty Officer
Richard Brindisi,

who was arrested
in Norfolk

by the U.S. Customs
Canine Enforcement Team

as he disembarked
the destroyer
USS Grace Hopper.

Charge is possession
of marijuana.

The petty officer
is maintaining his innocence.

An article 32 hearing

has been convened.

Sir, might I request
the prosecution on this one?

You see an easy score here,
Commander?

Not at all, sir.

Just an opportunity to lock
horns with a worthy adversary.

Brumby, you give

new meaning to the word
"enthusiasm."

Should I take that
as a compliment, sir?

Please do.

Admiral?

Uh, sir.

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

I-I do appreciate
the honor.

I was just trying to,
uh, avoid any references

to my carrier activities
as a way of showing

my renewed commitment
to JAG, sir.

I'm... I'm happy.

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

once again in what
I consider to be

the top JAG outfit
in the military.

It's clear to me.

Anyone confused by
the commander's feelings?

That'll be all.

I'm overcompensating.

Yes, you are.

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

and I'm being towed
behind in the dinghy.

Could it be because
you're the only one

using nautical metaphors?

There's going to be
a period of adjustment

for all of us.

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

We'll get the rhythm back.

Well, Brumby certainly
dances to your beat.

By that you mean...?

He's still on your scent.

We're friends.

No man is interested in being
friends with a woman

who looks like you.

Well, except me, of course,

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

But anyway, to the point:
You encourage him.

-How?
-How?

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

What should I have done--

ordered him to drop
and give me 50?

You like him.

Look, you haven't been
here in six months

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

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

you are not
necessarily

on a need-to-know
basis.

Yes, ma'am.

RABB:
Colonel, the corporal's
testimony is

essential to our case.

I understand, Commander.

But the corporal is
reserved by nature

and the rescue
of that girl has

made him a media celebrity.

He's uncomfortable
with the limelight.

You'll need
to tread lightly

and keep the press
at bay.

I understand that, sir.

The problem we're facing is
with time constraints.

Look, I like
this kid.

He's got grit.

He was back to duty

the day his stitches
were out.

His C.O. tells me

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

Colonel Hegsterrer,
when you say
he feels uncomfortable

with the limelight...

He had to be talked
into accepting

his Navy Marine Corps medal.

Something that big--
can you imagine?

Here's a guy who would
rather wrestle

with a knife-wielding
rapist

than attend
an award ceremony.

Well, sir,
how are we to proceed

if we encounter
similar resistance?

Make no mistake--

I want Private Clauson's ass
on toast.

Cut the corporal
a mile of slack.

Work your magic.

Aye, aye, sir.

Hoo-hoo-hoo!

Georgetown got the ball!

St. John's down by three!

Iverson at the key!

He goes! No! No!

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

It's good!

Final seconds.

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

Traffic in the middle, baby!

Allen Iverson doesn't
use a hook shot.

He does now, sir.

[Rabb chuckling]

It's a lost art.

Of course,
there are those times

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

That's all you have.

You play, sir?

A little.

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

Not today, Corporal.

Today we talk.

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

We're with the Judge
Advocate General Corps.

You want me to testify,
right, sir?

We do.

Why, sir? The girl can
tell you everything.

We need an eyewitness.

Otherwise, it's
word against word.

You're the legs of
our case, Corporal.

I can't handle it, sir.

I'll freeze up there.

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

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

You know, when the testimony's
written down?

RABB:
Affidavits
aren't allowed.

You have to appear.

I understand it's
a challenge, Corporal,

but look at it this way:

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

How would you feel then?

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

You should know, Corporal,

we can order you to appear,
if necessary.

Not that we expect
that to happen.

No, sir.

You expect me to get
onboard, right, sir?

Just... think about it,
all right?

Aye, sir.

When are you off duty,
Corporal?

In two hours, sir.

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

Aye, sir.

That was, uh,
quite the shot, sir.

Surprised the hell
out of me, too.

[chuckling]

The defense moves
to dismiss all charges, sir.

JUDGE: On what grounds,
Colonel?

There's no evidence.

The U.S. Customs lab lost it?

And no field test was performed.

Sir, the government
can produce Gary Sharps,

the Customs enforcement officer

who took possession
of the marijuana.

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

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

Yes, sir.

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

and then the search
of the petty officer's gear

uncovered the substance,

which Mr. Sharps inspected
and concluded to be marijuana.

MacKENZIE:
The custom officer's
testimony is unverifiable.

It's not only unfair
to my client

but to the entire notion
of due process.

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

He knows marijuana
when he sees it.

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

Well, he qualifies
as an expert witness, sir.

Besides, according
to the captain
of the Grace Hopper,

Petty Officer Brindisi has been

under suspicion
for some time.

-Which proves nothing.
-Colonel,

you'll get your chance
to cross-examine.

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

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

ROBERTS:
Via Lobos, McIntyre...

Saldudi, Moore...

Mayer, Woods.

There it is, sir.

Marine.

Sir.

At ease.

This is Corporal Woods'
bunk, yes?

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

No, sir.

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

With all his gear.

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

GROUP:
Low rider, low rider...

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

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

wehad something
to do with it, sir.

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

Sir, we just gave
it to him straight.

No pressure
of any kind?

We told him to think
about it, sir.

Now, sir, I also thought
he had a right

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

That might have done it.

-Sir...
-And, if so

the fault lies
with the corporal.

Duty is an obligation,
not an option.

He knows that.

On the other hand,

this is a lousy way
to get his record dinged.

I'll hold off
reporting the incident.

Would you like a second crack
at your witness?

Very much, sir.

He's from New Brunswick,
New Jersey.

They usually go home.

When you find him,

you tell him this--
I offer

forgiveness only.

If he wants back,
he'll have to prove

he's the marine
we believe him to be.

Aye, aye, sir.

[doorbell rings]

Hi.

Hi.

I was around the corner
in a pub.

Beat a bloke at darts,

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

I was actually
in the middle
of making dinner.

Um... but I haven't

opened the can yet,
so come in.

Thanks.

First time I've gotten
past the door.

Must be living right.

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

but don't get too comfortable.

I'm working.

Actually, so am I.

See, I was thinking.

If you were inclined
to ask for a deal

for Petty Officer Brindisi--

let's say
a bad conduct discharge

with no confinement
or forfeiture of pay

I might be in a position to...

Weasel your way
out of a weak case?

You're in evidentiary
hell, Commander.

It's not in the best interest
of my client

to give you a leg up.

Mac, your client
has a history

of suspicious behavior.

Besides,
I have two parties

that identified the substance
as marijuana.

Two?

The customs officer
and the dog.

You're right.

I need to meet
this animal.

Now, wait a minute.

No. My client has been
falsely accused

and it was this dog

who first sniffed him out

so set it up
for tomorrow.

This is something
that Iwould do.

[chuckling]:
Yeah, of course it is.

Blimy, I like
our courtroom battles.

You keep me sharp, Mac.

No, no, no. Bad strategy.

See, you're acknowledging
my power.

Or making you overconfident.

[laughs]

Truth is, I admire
the way you work.

Your tenacity and persistence--

that's what gives
you your edge.

All right,
in the interest of fairness,

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

You are able
to distinguish

between what you are
and what you do.

You're a snake
in the courtroom

but nowhere else.

And when you lose,
you just shrug it off

and you bounce back.

You're also
pretty creative.

That I woulddispute.

But I have ways
of compensating.

Yeah? Like what?

My timing's pretty good.

I'll agree.

I enjoy the element
of surprise.

Always works.

Mic.

My first name.

Is that a good sign?

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

I'm sorry.

That's all right.

Is it?

No...

But the salad's
awfully good.

WOMAN:
How did you spell it again?

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

What kind of a name
is "Keely"?

I don't know, ma'am.

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

We thought we had
the right one

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

When was he a student here?

Class of '93.

I don't see it.

'92? '94?

No '92... no '94.

There's no record
of a Keely Woods

everattending Edison.

Maybe he
changed his name.

Uh... his records indicate

he was a varsity
basketball player.

Do you have
team photos anywhere?

On the wall.

[school bell ringing]

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

at this school, Bud.

How did we get ourselves
talked into this?

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

but even if we
do track him down

won't he have a
credibility problem?

Could be
a records mistake.

Only happens
1,000 times a year.

So where
do we look now?

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

about the Georgetown
basketball team

of three years ago.

That's pretty specific.

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

When we get back,
I'm going to check

the college
and semipro rosters.

You take
that photo of him

around the city's
top playgrounds.

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

Aye, aye, sir.

Might help to get
into a game, too.

[chuckles]

I only play basketball
on the computer, sir.

I wouldn't
mention that, Bud.

MacKENZIE:
306 narcotics seizures.

Is that
considered good?

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

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

How long has Jingo
been in service?

Since 1987.

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

No, not really.

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

Would you walk him
around for me?

Yeah, sure.

-Up, boy.
-[groans]

Good boy.

Come on.

All right,
let's check you out.

[whimpering]

[laughing]

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

Why are his eyes cloudy?

-Cataracts.
-That can't be good.

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

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

Thanks for the image.

Look, I appreciate
your bringing him by.

You're welcome, ma'am.

-Cheers, mate.
-Sure.

Let's go, boy.

Heel.

[both laughing]

Pe-ew!

What does he feed him?

I had to ride up
in the elevator with him.

Thought I was going
to pass out.

He's an old dog.

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

So I've noticed.

[chuckles]

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

I mean,
after last night.

We're fine.

'Cause I would kick myself

if it had an affect
on our working relationship.

It will if you don't drop it.

Yes, ma'am.

[hip-hop music playing]

[overlapping chatter]

Hey, Popeye.

Give us a ride
in your boat.

I left it back
in the bathtub.

Then why you
looking for it here?

Actually, I'm looking
for a person.

That's what
I heard.

Yo.

So where's this picture
you been showing around?

Hang on.

Do you know this man?

Where'd you get this?

Do you know him?

You think he's
around here?

Look, I'm asking
the questions here.

What's your name?

Toops.

That's it?

For your ears.

Well, Toops,
I'm a navy lawyer.

Corporal Woods is
an important witness

in a case
that we're trying.

Who's that?

You're looking at him.

This is Fly.

Lamar Dunwoody.

Dunwoody?

Are you sure?

Course I'm sure.

This fool killed my brother.

BRUMBY:
Mr. Sharps

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

Uh... Jingo
scratched at it.

And Jingo is...?

My detector dog.

Your honor,
government exhibit "D,"

Jingo's long
and distinguished record.

Was there any hesitation
or confusion

in the way Jingo
approached the bag?

Oh, no, he went right for it.

And when you searched it,
what did you find?

A plastic bag
containing marijuana.

Objection. Yet to be proven.

BRUMBY:
That's what we're trying

to do here,
Your Honor.

I'll allow it from this witness.

His expertise has
been established.

How did you determine
it was marijuana?

I smelled and
tasted it.

It was top grade.

And what made it
top grade, may I ask?

Uh, the fragrance and oiliness
of the leaves,

indicates a high level of THC.

That's delta-nine-
tetrahydrocannabinol,

the intoxicating agent.

Could you determine
the variety?

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

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

The Roosevelt Roads Naval
Station in Puerto Rico.

Thank you.

Your witness.

Mr. Sharps...

aren't Customs
officers required

to conduct field tests
of all suspicious substances?

My new kit hadn't
arrived yet

and my old
one was spent.

When that happens,
we use our noses

and tongues to move
the process on

to the next phase.

What if there is
no next phase?

No, I-I meant that I...

That you tend
to assume guilt.

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

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

wouldn't that
be the only other way

to determine
its authenticity?

No, this was marijuana.

So you say.

I object, Your Honor.

Withdrawn.

That'll be all.

Redirect,
Your Honor.

Mr. Sharps,
are Customs officers

allowed to make determinations

by smoking a substance
under suspicion?

No, sir.

Thank you.

The government rests,
Your Honor.

[hip-hop music blasting]

Ma'am?

I haven't seen Lamar
in four years.

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

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

No. I thought
he was dead

and maybe
if he was lucky, buried.

You say he's using
a different name?

Yes ma'am.
Keely Woods.

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

A neighborhood
kid identified him.

That's why those boys
been hanging around.

They think I talk to him.

One of them
even threatened me.

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

We do need to ask you
some questions, though.

Hey, look, you know
more than I do.

You know your son may
have killed somebody?

Those boys think he did.

Well, what do you
think, ma'am?

Look, why are you here
and not the police?

Well, we're not
investigating

the murder, ma'am.

Your son saved a woman
from being raped.

He's our chief witness.

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

would be incredibly helpful.

Look, Lamar's gone.

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

I'll write my home
number on the back.

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

Petty Officer Brindisi,
what was in the plastic bag

that was confiscated
by Customs Officer Sharps?

Tropical oregano, ma'am.

Very pungent.

And how are you
familiar with it?

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

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

if I may throw in a plug.

She taught me
everything she knows

about food, including herbs.

And why did you have it?

My mother asked me
to bring some back.

It's hard to find
in the States.

Did you have any expectation

that it might
be confused with marijuana?

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

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

Ever smoked marijuana?

[chuckles]
No, ma'am.

I was an altar boy.

MacKENZIE:
Thank you.

Your witness.

How long were you an altar boy?

Seven years, sir.

Is that where
you learned to play poker?

Objection. Relevance.

BRUMBY:
Your Honor,

on direct examination,
the defendant has put

himself forward
as being of good character.

I'm allowed to impeach.

You are. Objection overruled.

Weren't you investigated
in connection

with a shipboard
gambling syndicate

and sale and distribution
of alcohol?

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

unsubstantiated
allegations.

Commander, you're reaching.

No further questions.

Thank you,
Petty Officer.

Your Honor, I would
like to request

that Jingo appear
at this hearing.

What?

I don't follow, Colonel.

Well, the dog was the first

to identify the substance
as illicit.

Customs Officer Sharps
took his cue from Jingo.

I'd like the opportunity
to prove that Jingo

had incorrectly
established an expectation

in Mr. Sharps,
who, in turn, assumed

that what he was
smelling was marijuana.

How is the Colonel going

to question
a dog, Your Honor?

I intend to conduct
a demonstration

of Jingo's drug-
sniffing abilities

or lack thereof.

No tricks.

No, sir.

Your Honor...

The colonel
is correct.

The defendant has a right
to confront his accuser.

Have the animal here
tomorrow morning.

Colonel?

I understand your chief
witness is a dog.

I understand yours
is a murderer.

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

Well, I hope it doesn't

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

Well, I prefer
human witnesses

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

I'll have a copy
of that, Bud.

Yes, sir.

[dialing]

Um...

you were right.

I was imposing my perception
of Brumby onto yours.

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

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

I think you know
how you feel.

And besides, you and Brumby
have no chemistry.

So, uh...

I'm sorry. Okay?

Sure.

Okay.

Dunwoody.

Street name "Fly."

That's right.

How'd you find me?

I got a friend
at your precinct.

Detective Mario Bigi.

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

Yeah. What's your pleasure?

Can you ID a photo?

Discretely.

Bud.

Yeah, that's the guy.

What's with the uniform?

He enlisted in the Marine Corps
under a different name.

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

Can you confirm that, Detective?

How does six eyewitnesses
grab you?

What do you
want with him?

He's a witness
in a rape case

that we're
prosecuting.

You want a murderer
to condemn a rapist?

RABB:
He's all we have.

You wouldn't happen to know

where we can start
looking for him, would you?

All I know is he disappeared
about four years ago.

[horn honking]

-MAN: Come on!
-RABB: Detective.

You wouldn't want
to blow my cover

would you, Commander?

God bless you, sir.

MAN:
Holding up the whole street,
you idiot!

MacKENZIE:
Your Honor,
it is our contention

that Jingo,
who is not only aging

but also experiencing
diminished skills,

confused the aromatic
properties of marijuana

with those of oregano.

Therefore, a simple test
has been arranged.

Nine of these gear bags

contain samples
of tropical oregano.

One contains Green Gold
marijuana.

How do we know this?

All the samples have been
prepared and certified

by the drug screening lab

at the Naval Medical Center
in San Diego.

Your Honor, ten bags?

MacKENZIE:
Well, actually

the odds are better

than average
working conditions, sir.

In most cases, a dog
has to sniff his way

through hundreds of bags.

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

What next, Your Honor?

Will the colonel
have him jumping

through hoops of fire?

This is it, Colonel?

Yes, sir.

Proceed.

BAILIFF:
Sir.

Sit.

[whimpers]

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

Go ahead, boy.

Come on.

I'm sorry.

He's just
not used to this setting.

Mr. Sharps.

Might have to declare him
a hostile witness.

[barking]

[chuckling]

Private Clauson will
plead guilty

to assault and battery.

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

The charge is
attempted rape, Mattoni.

Maximum sentence
is 20 years.

You can dig in
your heels, Commander,

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

Scuttlebutt says you can't find
your corroborating witness,

and your victim had trouble

picking the private
as her assailant.

She was upset.

I think the term
is "hysterical," Lieutenant.

The point is, Mattoni,
she made the ID.

She's shaky
as hell.

Go ahead--
put her on the stand,

let me at her.

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

Ten years confinement.

We'll accept
the lesser charge only.

Aggravated assault
with a dishonorable discharge

and three years confinement.

Three years, sir?

Unacceptable.

Fine.

We'll take it to trial.

He'll walk.

Let us think about it.

I was just goofing

on her, sir.

I wasn't going to rape her.

Private Clauson,
you are presently

the luckiest marine
on the planet.

Don't blow it by also
being the stupidest.

You just couldn't
lay off.

That's too bad,

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

WOODS:
My mother has nothing
to do with this.

Why you
bothering her?

We thought she might
know where you were.

Now she's got bangers
at her door

harassing her
on the streets.

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

Before you showed up,
they thought I was dead.

We showed up because
you had the character

to save a woman
from being raped, Lamar.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A little harder
this time, though, huh?

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

More to the point,
I think you like life

as Keely Woods.

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

I always wanted to
be my father, sir.

Marine First Sergeant
Keely Dunwoody.
He died in Beirut.

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

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

is how you
passed muster.

Recruiters run
background checks.

This one has
you stumped, sir?

They had to run
your fingerprints.

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

Right.

So, it would
have come up.

They'd have seen it.

Unless, of course,
it wasn't there.

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

I've been in a safe house
in Virginia

since I went U.A.

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

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

You know what
I'm saying, sir?

No, I don't, Corporal.

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

I was a Chester Street Crip.

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

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

Is that why you killed the kid?

He shot at us first.

Hit one of my homie's sisters.

Felt right
at the time.

I even got a tattoo.

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

you were proud of it.

I saw your wings.

You count your kills?

Don't even try
to compare the two.

Why not, sir?

We were at war.

My government,
which was my gang--

they gave us permission to fight
for our common interests.

Just like Washington
does for you.

I understand war.

What I don't get

is why my homie would
blow a guy away

at the ATM for $40.

Leave his kid crying
right there in the car seat.

That when you went
to the cops?

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

So I got immunity.

Talked to the grand jury.

U.S. Marshals put
me in the program.

Sent me to Oregon.

I hated it.

So I joined
the Marine Corps instead.

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

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

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

my mother who I can't even see.

Look, you understand now why

I can't do this?

Because everyone's
looking for me.

Crips, bloods!

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

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

I wasn't thinking;
I was just reacting!

You see?

That's when you shine.

I can't help you now, anyway.

Not with my past.

Nobody has to know
about your past.

As far as the world
is concerned,

you're Corporal Keely Woods.

I've done enough!

You took somebody's life.

It'll never be enough.

Where are you going?

I don't know, sir.

Someplace where I can
just get my head cleared

from all of this.

I know someplace.

21 by ones.

[hooting]

That was on you, sir.

Ah! Hook shot.

[laughing]

Oh!

WOODS:
And one! And one!

20, 17.

You can play.

You played me
pretty tough, sir.

It's not over
yet, Corporal.

Yes, it is, sir.

You want to
make this real?

You make this...

and I'm out of your life.

Now, you miss...

you miss, you take the stand.

[laughing]

That's funny, sir.

It's the only way
of getting me out

of your life, Corporal.

You set me up.

I'm just rolling
with the moment.

Come on.

So you'll walk away
and leave me alone?

That's what
I said.

My mother, too?

Mm-hmm.

All right.

Is that supposed to frighten me?

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

I suggest you shut it down.

So you can learn
something.

Now, follow the ball.

'Cause here it is.

There it goes.

Come and get it,
pokey-assed punk.

That's pokey-assed punk, sir.

That was a foul.

Come on, get up.

You took me out
with your elbow.

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

What, you want

to take me on, huh?

You want to take me on?

You really want
to pull out the stops?

Who's that talking now, huh?

Is that Lamar?

Is this the marine
or the gangster?

Is that the killer...

or is it the hero?

Take your foul.

All right.

What do you say
we shoot it off?

Call it
and sink it.

First one to miss loses.

You shoot first.

Set shot.

Hook shot.

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

and nothing
but the truth,
so help you god?

I do, ma'am.

Welcome, Corporal Woods.

Enter.

Just dropping off
your mail, Colonel.

Thanks, Tiner.

Everyone's talking
about the stunt

with the dog, ma'am.

Stunt?

Sorry, ma'am.

That was my word.

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

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

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

Why didn't you tell
me about Jingo?

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

-What happened?
-He was retired
by the department

and Mr. Sharps' wife
was allergic.

There's nobody else?

Colonel, there
aren't many people

looking for a 12-year-old mutt

with cataracts.

He's doomed.

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

I would have
taken him myself, but...

I feel responsible.

Come on, no guilt.

It's not your fault.

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

We'll do anything
you want.

No, I won't be
good company.

That I can never believe.

Anything I want?

Now you're
getting me excited.

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

What I'm saying is...

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

in my life right now.

We'll have to see how it goes

but I will tell you one thing
right now--

if you chew up my shoes...

[laughing]:
it's over.

[gasping]

[loud talking]

[car door slams]

Corporal, we'd better

get out of here.

Go.

I'm worried about you.

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

I can take care
of myself.

You look just like your dad
in that uniform.

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