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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?

[closing theme playing]