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Faster.

Faster, faster.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

- Did you like that?
- Good. Very good.

- How can you play so fast?
- Oh, I run faster than that.

- You are amazing.
- Oh, that's not amazing.

You wanna hear
something truly amazing?

Yes.

- Come here.
- Okay.

Sir? Are you all right, sir?
Do you need any help?

Sir?

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

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb Jr.

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.

Are those files or barricades?

I'm up to my ears in the Jelke case.
Prelim is tomorrow.

- Forensics?
- Still waiting.

- Precedent research?
- Done.

- You really should get his wife in here.
- On her way.

Anything else?

I am sorry.

- Nice fruit salad.
- Thanks.

Distinguished Flying Cross?
Did you see action?

- Over Libya.
- You did malice to the palace.

- Can I help you?
- I wanna confess.

- To what?
- A life of missed opportunity.

Whoa, whoa, commander, put that
away. I'm a self-reliant former Marine.

Oh, I'm sorry.
What was your rank, Marine?

Bonehead, first class, sir.

It was a credit
to imbeciles everywhere.

Toured the rice paddies.

Helped shape the character
of the nation, as they say.

Of course, that gets
a little lost on you

when you're picking leeches
out of your jock.

Lieutenant, this gentleman
wants to share some information.

- The name's Willie.
- Lieutenant Roberts, sir.

Lieutenant Roberts
will serve you, Willie.

I chose you, commander.

Lieutenant Roberts screens
all the cases.

He will let me know
if we can be of help.

Right this way, sir.

I see you subscribe
to The War Channel.

Those are news feeds.

Well, you've got more TVs than I do.

- All right. What's all this about?
- I'm a murderer, lieutenant.

Okay. What's your full name?

William Harry Menkes. M-E-N-K-E-S.

Branch of service last held,
rank, year of discharge?

Marine Corps. Second lieutenant.
March of '70.

- Service number 4111767.
- Seven. Wow, you still remember it.

Lieutenant, these digits
are tattooed on my soul.

They're part of my DNA.

What was the character
of the murder, sir?

I don't understand.

- Was it revenge, an act of passion?
- It was an act of weakness.

Bud.

- A moment, please.
- Excuse me.

I thought you had the sense
to convince our friend

to harass another agency.

Sir, he just confessed to a murder.

- Where and when?
- He hasn't said.

He's toying with you, Bud.
I think he's looking for a little attention.

- You think I should cut him loose, sir?
- That would be my suggestion.

I'll do just that, sir.

Mr. Menkes,
I'm going to get you some information

for the Veteran's Administration.

They have a wide variety
of counselling services.

What are you implying, lieutenant?

Well, I think you need something
that we can't provide.

Bud, did you get the lab report
on the Jelke court martial?

Yes, ma'am. It's on your desk.

- Oh, bad idea, Bud.
- Why, ma'am?

Don't put things on my desk.
I'll never find them.

- Where should I put them?
- Not on my desk.

- Sir?
- He gone, Bud?

Sir, he left this on my desk.

"I don't appreciate the scepticism.

You will find my handiwork
at the corner of M and 21 st Street."

Yes, sir. I just got off the phone
with the D.C. Police.

A Vietnamese man
was stabbed to death

at that location three hours ago.

- Anything?
- Nothing, sir.

- I checked all the offices.
- What now, sir?

Keep looking.

He may not be our man,
but he might've witnessed something.

Yes, sir.

- Willie.
- Hey, hello, commander.

- I thought we'd lost you.
- No, just answering nature's call.

Do you wanna
talk about the note, Willie?

I got your attention now.

- Why don't you come into my office?
- You sure you're not too busy?

- Do you need any help?
- No.

Hell, I've been doing this by myself
since I was 2.

Did you kill someone this morning,
Willie?

- Yes.
- Tell us about it.

Well, I play M Street every day.

I do an eclectic mix of FM hits,
light classical and ethnic standards.

Over the years,
I've become familiar with the crowd.

Neighbourhood folk, mostly.

You know,
people going to work, dog walkers.

The dogs are my favourite.
I know every one of them by name.

What happened today?

Today...

...I met a man from my past.

The Vietnamese man?

All that time
and his face still stung like a jellyfish.

He liked my music,
so I engaged him in conversation.

When he got close,
I took his life away.

- Why?
- It was necessary.

A correction.

Retribution for all those lost souls.

Are you talking
about the war in Vietnam?

He was the enemy.

And here he was, living here,
enjoying the fruits of liberty.

That didn't seem fair.

Have you killed
other Vietnamese civilians?

Do you mean do I attack fish sellers
and restaurant owners?

I knew him, commander.
He was evil.

I did the world a favour.

Well, Major Attitude.

You have
an impressive bearing, ma'am.

I would like to have served
under you.

This is Mr. Menkes, Mac.

Do you have the Jelke evidence list?

"Uncommon valour
with common virtue."

Now, who said that
about the Marine Corps?

Admiral Nimitz.

I'm serenading you, major.

Mr. Menkes has just admitted
to murdering a Vietnamese civilian.

- I did not murder him.
- You just told me that you did.

To me,
murder is something you regret.

I executed a man
named Li Trang today.

But I came here to confess
to a murder

that happened 30 years ago.

You came here to confess to a murder
you committed three decades ago?

I did.

You're not playing with us,
are you, Willie?

I can think of better playmates
than JAG officers. No offence.

I expected you to take me seriously.
So far, you have let me down.

- Why did you wait until today?
- Life is a circle, major.

This morning,
I completed my first revolution.

This murder,
did it take place in Vietnam?

- Yes.
- Where?

Near a gravel airfield in Dong Ha.

- Dong Ha?
- South of the DMZ.

There was a prisoner-of-war camp
there in '70.

Now, how would you know that,
commander?

You'd be barely old enough
to tie your shoes.

My father's MIA.

I've been looking for him since
I was old enough to tie my shoes.

So you've researched the camps,
have you?

You wouldn't remember
any of the other prisoners' names,

would you?

Some.

What about Harmon Rabb?

- Oh, it was a long time ago.
- He went down Christmas Eve, '69.

- Harmon Rabb?
- Naval aviator.

Oh, we had a lot of those
in the camp.

Look, Willie,
I have reason to believe he survived

and was taken to Russia
at the end of the war.

Oh, there was Russian personnel
at Dong Ha.

- What?
- There were Russians at the camp.

What were they doing there?
Were they military?

I would say yes to that.

What was their relationship
with POWs?

Willie,
this is the first eyewitness account

I've heard of Russians
at the POW camps.

Now, even if my father
wasn't in this one,

this information could help me
to figure out where he ended up.

What did you think of my version

of the Marine Corps hymn there,
major?

Unique.

- I was inspired by your exotic allure.
- Stay with me, Willie.

Stop pushing me, commander.
This is my time.

You don't give the orders here.
You're on my turf, Marine.

I ask, you answer.

I'm sorry. Excuse me.

My hopes are dashed.

I am so embarrassed.

- You know, I figured after a half hour...
- No, I'm sorry.

- I had lunch with...
- Dalton. Thanks, yeah.

Dalton, written in my book.
I looked at it this morning.

Well, you got a lot on your mind,
you know.

Yeah, it's been hell week.

All right, give me an hour to tie up
loose ends and I'll meet you there.

Well, I mean,
if wanna do this another time

when you're less busy, we can...

I can't imagine when that would be.

- All right, come on, walk me out.
- Okay.

How many cases
do you handle a year?

- Thirty, 40, maybe more.
- I'm around ten.

- You're in private practise.
- Yeah.

Should we talk about
how much I make?

- No.
- You're not even curious?

It's a different world, Dalton.

Only because
you're wearing the uniform.

You're relentless.

Relentless because I know that you
would make a hell of a civilian lawyer.

- How many times do I have to say no?
- Until you say yes.

Well, Dalton,
there's a bigger issue here.

Would you rather date me
or work with me?

Well, I wanna be with you.

Well, we've been seeing each other
almost every day.

Hardly enough.

Working together
would change our relationship.

- Agreed.
- Might end it.

- Who can say?
- I'm enjoying what we have.

Right, okay.

Well, I can handle that.
I mean, it's not that hard.

I can marshal my...

...resources.

Don't hurt yourself.

You got any coffee here?

Bud, get Mr. Menkes
a cup of coffee, would you?

Yes, sir.

- Sorry. Can I help you?
- Detective Frank Coster, D.C.P.D.

I'm looking for Lieutenant Roberts.

I'm Roberts.

I'd like to talk to you a minute,
if I may.

I'm Lieutenant Commander Rabb.
What's going on?

The lieutenant called us earlier
about a homicide on M Street.

I'd like to know how
he knew about it.

- Or should I be talking to you?
- You should be talking to me.

Detective,
can I have a moment, please?

Who's that?

That's the man who told us
about the murder.

- Then I should be talking to him.
- Can I see some ID?

- What?
- I've been burned before, detective.

- Licence? Badge?
- Can we get on with this?

I just mopped a stiff
off a Georgetown sidewalk

with tourists watching.

- You got a name on this stiff?
- Li Trang, Vietnamese local.

The community is already hollering
about racial violence.

Look, detective, I can understand
your problem, but we have a...

The "but" leaves me the impression
you don't understand.

I'm conducting a JAG enquiry.

This gentleman may be involved
in a war crime.

Well, my homicide
trumps your war crime.

- What's going on?
- This is Major MacKenzie.

- Detective...
- Coster.

Wants to question Willie.

- Can you wait, detective?
- No, major.

Look, we don't wanna stand
in the way of your investigation.

I don't wanna stand
in the way of your enquiry.

Let me just talk to him for five minutes
and you can have him back.

- I can't do it.
- Can't or won't?

- A.J. Chegwidden. You are?
- Detective Coster, D.C. Police.

The man inside that room is a suspect
in a civilian homicide investigation.

- When did he become a suspect?
- During our conversation.

Detective, you're on federal property.
You'll have to wait your turn.

Are there any more of you people?
I'll give you ten minutes.

You'll give me whatever I ask for.
Excuse me.

Admiral, I'm questioning
a former Marine

who was a POW in Vietnam.
Dong Ha, to be exact.

He says
a murder took place back there.

Dong Ha?

- This is news.
- I would agree, sir.

What's this
about a civilian homicide?

A Vietnamese man was found dead
in Georgetown this morning.

He says he did it.

- How much time are you gonna need?
- It could take awhile, sir.

Don't let it.

Detective,
you'll have your man in half an hour.

Lieutenant, escort him outside
while he waits.

Sir?

Willie.

This is Admiral Chegwidden,
the judge advocate general.

- It's an honour to meet you, sir.
- Nice to meet you.

Willie,

my SEAL team was sent in
to liberate the camps.

When we got to Dong Ha,
all we found were empty huts.

As far as I know, no one survived.

Well, I guess
that makes me a ghost, sir.

What happened
to those men, Willie?

- It's a long story, sir.
- Start at the beginning, Willie.

It was a planned escape.

- Did anyone benefit from it?
- No.

- The plan failed?
- To benefit anyone.

- So you didn't escape?
- Not at that time.

Well, what?
There was another attempt? What?

- That's not what I said.
- Well, you're not making sense, Willie.

- You're not listening.
- Hey, don't screw around, Willie.

There's no reason
to come on this strong, commander.

I'll tell you everything you need to know
if you let me.

- We have 30 minutes, Willie.
- Well, I've been waiting 30 years.

Now, I would advise you
to listen and not react.

You're locked into your assumptions.

Explain.

I asked for your time
and you went for your wallet.

- I thought you were...
- A lunatic cripple.

- Those are your words.
- I picked them out of your eyes.

- Don't tell me what I was thinking.
- Commander.

Willie, you have information
that could bring relief to families

who've waited, what, 30 years,
without a clue as to what happened

to their sons or brothers, husbands.

Why have you kept it to yourself?

I haven't kept it, sir. I... buried it.

Then it is time for you
to remove yourself from the equation

and treat this simply as information.

Now, can you do that?

Yes, sir.

The plan was simple.

There was a guard
who wore a grenade pack.

The idea was to overpower him,
and set the barracks on fire

and blow the bamboo fence
and scatter.

The grenade was a dud.

Eight men went down
in a hail of automatic fire.

And the rest of us...

The rest of us were made to wish
we had died with them.

- Commander, can I see you outside?
- Yes, sir.

I have a briefing with SECNAV.

I suggest coaxing
instead of yanking.

- It'll get you farther.
- Yes, sir.

Talk to me later, commander.

I wanna know
everything he has to say.

Aye, sir.

What happened
after the escape failed, Willie?

Oh, there was a strong reaction.

They tried
to break your spirit, didn't they?

- VC were master interrogators.
- They were very accomplished.

Did they succeed?

Tell me what I need to know, Willie.

Your father looked like you,
didn't he?

I look like my father.

You've studied this, commander.
You know how it's done.

The captors find a seam
in the social fabric of the camp.

They seek out
the most vulnerable individual.

Maybe he's wounded.
Maybe he feels guilty about something.

They treat him with respect,
tell him they've got faith in him.

Eventually, they ask him questions
about the men.

About things that he never thought
he'd ever reveal.

Were you a collaborator, Willie?

Your father was.

- What did you say?
- What did you hear?

- My father was not a VC collaborator!
- You weren't there.

- He wouldn't have done it. Period.
- You're choking me.

Sir. Sir. Stop!

Sir?

- My father was in Dong Ha?
- Yes.

- You remember him?
- Yes.

- How old was he?
- Late 20s.

- What was his rank?
- Lieutenant.

- Where was he from?
- He never said.

- You're lying.
- Sir.

Yes.

It's easy to call me a liar
than accept the unacceptable.

Then he wasn't there.

Okay. Let's accept
your story, then, huh?

Whatever makes you comfortable.

- Why are you doing this, Willie?
- You said you needed to know.

You've proven nothing.

Your father flew an F-4.

So did half the aviators in Vietnam.

There was a nickname. Hammer.

Yeah, his nickname
was The Hammer.

And he had a little moustache,
correct?

Someone could have given you
this information.

Yeah. Who might that be?

Hey, look,
I understand you're upset, okay?

You were young.

He was your hero.

You knew him
under the best of circumstances.

And I lived with him under the worst.

Now, after The Hammer punched out,
some VC sympathiser on the ground

skewered him with a pitchfork.

His right shoulder
looked like ground chuck.

After we cleaned him up, he spent
most of his time fighting off a fever.

Now, I'm telling you this
because he was not always

in the best frame of mind.

- No notes.
- Sir, I always take...

There's nothing of value
in this testimony.

We were malnourished,
commander.

Many of us were stricken
with malaria.

Most of us had injuries.

These were the kinds of conditions
that led to compliance.

My father was strong-willed.
Surrender was not in his vocabulary.

- He was a human being.
- And he was a committed one.

Once he pledged his word,
he could not be moved from his mark.

He was duty-bound.

I didn't say he wasn't in conflict,
but there were other pressures.

Duty is often compromised
by circumstance.

Anyone who goes into battle
is prepared for those circumstances.

No, nothing could prepare you.
Nothing!

Now, you know the stories,
commander.

There were POWs all over Vietnam
who were broken.

Now, how much pain do you believe
that man could have endured?

He was a strong man.

Once on a fishing trip,
he accidentally fell on a scaling knife.

We were miles from any hospital.

I watched him sew the wound up
with a bass hook.

He didn't wanna frighten me,

so he told me shaggy dog stories
while he was doing it.

Well, strength of character is irrelevant
when you're trussed up like a chicken.

The ropes so tight that the knees
are popping out of your sockets.

I know what went on.

I've spoken
to other POWs from other camps.

Dong Ha had a special hellishness.
It was more than mistreatment.

There was genuine evil present.

Lieutenant, do you believe
that there's evil in the world?

I believe
that some people do evil things.

What about courage?

Do you believe that a man
is capable of repelling true evil?

Save your sermon, Willie.
Church is out.

Mac.

- Hey.
- Hey. How's it going in there?

It's all right.
He's trying to manipulate us.

Well, you have
six minutes and 54 seconds.

Mac, I need your help.

If we can keep Coster busy,
he'd forget about the time...

- No, I can't. I've already...
- Got plans?

I'm on my way out.

I wanna help,
but I have someone waiting.

Fine.

Yeah, I've already wasted
an hour of his day.

- I'll do what I can.
- Thanks.

- Take a break, lieutenant.
- Are you sure, sir?

Mr. Menkes is safe. Come on.

The commander thinks
I'm a bad influence on you, lieutenant.

Bud.

Sir, do you need anything?

Find out what you can
about Li Trang.

Aye, aye, sir. Sir, are you okay?

Aces, Bud.

- Is he done?
- Not yet.

I was just checking to see
if there's anything you need.

Yeah, guy in a wheelchair.

Were you ever in the military,
detective?

No. Got lucky in the lottery.

How long you been
in law enforcement?

- Twenty-three years in June.
- Wow, that's some achievement.

I actually gave some thought
to entering the academy.

- Is that right?
- I'm fascinated by the criminal mind.

Yeah, me too.
It's just the hands that don't thrill me.

- You made the right choice.
- I think so.

- Is this your first time at JAG?
- Yeah, it's impressive.

Would you like me
to show you around?

- That's all right.
- Are you sure? It doesn't take long.

It'll take longer
than the six minutes I have left

to take custody of my suspect.

You're trying to stall me,
aren't you, major?

The commander must need
more time.

Blink twice if I'm right.

What difference is a few minutes
gonna make, detective?

I've done over
a thousand interrogations, major.

We're not talking about
a few minutes.

- We need your help.
- I could say the same thing.

All right, maybe there's something
we can do for you.

Is there a service we can trade?

Actually, if you wanna know the truth,
I've always wanted to drive a tank.

This is possible.

You could arrange
something like that?

I'm a Marine.
I can arrange anything.

I could dig this.
This would be worth something.

Rumbling around
in one of those things.

Go ahead, make a call. I'll wait.

- What, right now?
- Sure.

Okay.

You're trying to sucker me,
detective.

By the time I return, you'll already
have your man in custody.

Is there anything I can do
to call you off?

Nope.

Then, if you'll excuse me,
I have an appointment to keep.

You and your father must have had
some relationship.

I didn't know him that long.

Well, he sure had
a major influence on you.

Most parents influence their children.
Your father, I take it, was a liar.

I grew up in foster homes.

Well, that would give you a reason
to resent those

who came from stable ones.

Now, why the hell
should I resent you, commander?

I feel badly for you.

This is getting old, Willie.

Actually, I feel kind of fortunate.

I had to learn to take care of myself
from an early age.

Many children invest too much
in their parents.

When the parents fail,
they have no way to recover.

It's because they lack faith.
You have to be taught that.

You learned everything about him
from this photo.

You give me too much credit,
commander.

That I do, Willie.

Goodbye.

- What are you doing?
- I'm letting you go.

- You belong to Coster now.
- We got more time.

Hey, my time is too valuable
to waste on you.

- I came here to tell you my story.
- Yeah, well, I lost interest.

Well.

Would it be of interest
for you to know

that I never heard of The Hammer...

...until today?

Why'd you do it, Willie?
What did I do to you?

- You pushed, I pushed back.
- It seems to be a theme in your life.

I've waited 30 years
to get to this point

and all you wanna do
is talk about your father.

You had information I needed.

Yeah, well, I don't remember this
ever being about you.

Say what you came to say.

Commander,
I just checked on Li Trang.

He was a former member of the NLF
and defected to the United States,

was granted asylum
in September, 1981.

Thanks, Bud.

And while I was online, sir,
I thought that I'd do

a standard records scan
on Willie Menkes.

He's listed as MIA, sir,
during the Khe Sanh siege in May '68.

His name is on the Wall.

My name is Roscoe L. Martin
of Lawton, Oklahoma.

Willie Menkes is dead.

Okay, time's up.
I'm taking this man into custody.

I need more time, detective.

Come down to the precinct.
You can talk to him there.

- It's motorised, Sherlock.
- Well, get it going.

Detective, do you have
a wheelchair-compatible vehicle?

You know, legally,
you have to have one.

You could have
mentioned this before.

You should have
thought of it before.

My brother's a Squid.
He's got that same smirk.

I always admired a man
that could think on his feet.

You're Cerberus
at the gates of Hades, lieutenant.

- No one gets in here, understood?
- Explicitly, sir.

- You murdered Willie Menkes.
- I did not.

I found his corpse in a ditch.

- Why did you steal his identity?
- I didn't at first.

I took his tags for his family.

- Well, how were you discharged?
- Honourably, under my own name.

After I got home, I took Willie's.

Why?

I just didn't wanna
be Roscoe anymore.

I liked Willie better. Still do.

How were you captured?

A gomer stuck the point of a bayonet
up my nose while I was sleeping.

They take you
directly to Dong Ha?

That camp was unlike anything
I'd ever experienced.

Too many POWs in too small a space.
You could smell it from a mile off.

The officers were kept in bamboo pens
and given one meal a day.

The enlisted men were fed scraps
and shackled to tree trunks.

After about a week, they didn't have
any feeling left in their limbs.

They couldn't sleep
because if they did,

the rats would gnaw them
to the bone.

Escape was the only option.

Oh, Chesty Puller
Was a grand old Marine

A grand old Marine was he

He called for his map
He called for his pipe

And he called
For his sergeants three

Oh, where's my sergeant major?
Said the colonel

Somebody please help me
Somebody please help me

Somebody please help...

After the botched escape attempt...

...the camp commander, he had us
all march in a circle for 24 hours.

No food, no water.

Just him screaming
"Duhng ngi!" in our faces.

That means "don't stop."

- Don't stop pushing me, commander.
- Easy, Roscoe.

Not until you've heard it all.

Until every last secret of my past
has been revealed to you.

Don't stop.

Well, it's about time.

- You married, commander?
- No.

- Lieutenant?
- Married? No, not yet.

Potential.

You know, of all the sins that I've
committed, the worst without a doubt

was driving away
the good women of my life.

- Dong Ha, Roscoe.
- Dong Ha. Inflection on the Ha.

Dong Ha.

One of the prisoners was a deserter,

ran away from his platoon
during the raid on a village.

Camp commander,
he just zeroed right in on him.

He must have sensed
the... guilt in his eyes.

Put him in iso for 27 days.

Interrogated him
eight, ten hours a day.

When it was over,
the camp commander

claimed to be impressed by him.

Put him in charge of all the POWs.

Sir, I thought
the highest ranking officer

was obligated to take care
of the other prisoners?

That was the VC way
of destroying prisoner solidarity, Bud.

Pick out the prisoner
with the weakest sense of himself,

put him in a position of leadership
in hopes that he would collaborate.

At Dong Ha, he became known
as the King of the Fleas.

Why fleas?

It was the name
the camp commander

called all the prisoners.

Yeah, but if all the other prisoners
knew he was a deserter,

why would they accept
his leadership?

- Who said they knew?
- Well, how did you find out?

I mean, if they didn't know,
then why would he tell anybody?

- Why would he even admit it?
- Actually, Bud, he didn't.

- Sir?
- He kept it a secret.

Sir, it sounds
like this is making sense to you.

Roscoe is speaking of himself, Bud.

- You were King of the Fleas?
- I was young.

Didn't know what I was doing.

Came to believe

that the camp commander
respected me.

Thought I could use my position
to protect the others.

I took my job seriously.

Seemed like God had given me
a chance to redeem myself.

You changed tags with Willie Menkes
because you didn't want anyone

to know that you had deserted.

You look at me
with such disgust, lieutenant.

If you deserted,
how were you discharged?

- Someone would have reported it.
- None of the others made it back.

I am, if anything,
commander, a survivor.

Yeah? But at what cost?

The story about my father,
the difficult choices,

you were talking about yourself.

One night, four Russian officers
came to the camp.

One of them spoke English.

He had a funny little mouth
with crooked teeth.

And he asked each of us our name
and warfare speciality.

Despite everything
that we'd been through,

every man gave name, rank,
service number, that's it.

What were they after?

They were interested
in certain skilled personnel.

Which ones?

Some of the F-4 pilots were used
as decoys during missions.

They were called Wild Weasels.

- They'd...
- Troll for SAM sites.

Inviting the enemy
to lock onto their radar.

Once attacked, he would kill the site
with an anti-radiation missile.

Your father was one.

Then you know the technique required
was tricky and very risky.

Many went down.

The Russians were interested
in neutralising the technology.

They were very anxious to talk
to these men.

- We had three of them.
- Did you betray them, Roscoe?

Are you familiar with the saying:

"If you wanna keep your friends,
don't give them away"?

Yes, I am, commander.

That's why I'm here.

Sit down, lieutenant.

This is the good part.

The camp commander came to me.

He was threatening to execute
one-third of the prison population.

I protested.

He proposed a deal.

If I would reveal the names
of the Wild Weasels to the Russians,

they would be sent
to a safe destination

and the camp
would be made workable.

By reducing the number of prisoners,
I was saving the lives of all.

And you bought that?

After a lance corporal was shot
between the eyes

for speaking out of turn.

Still...

...took me 12 hours to decide.

But I gave them up,
every one of them.

The next morning,
they filed into the back of a truck.

Never been seen since.

You made a choice, Roscoe.

The best choice available.

Within the hour,
the camp commander

began executing
all of the remaining prisoners.

Groups of five were shot
under a grove of palms.

- Did you try reasoning with him?
- He was unreasonable.

He pulled me out of line,
separated me from the other men.

I was expecting
something particularly nasty.

Turns out I was right.
He just walked away.

He left me standing there.
I was free.

I was the only one.

I had two choices: Stay and watch
the rest of the men die, or leave.

What would you have done?

I don't know.

I screamed.

I screamed my voice raw,
begged them to take my life as well.

But he ignored me.

After it was over, he ordered his men
to burn the bodies

and disassemble the camp.

I was still standing there
right in the middle.

Just standing there.

To him I was invisible.

What did you do?

The next 20 hours, blur.

I wandered through the jungle

and a farmer chased me
into a poppy field.

I got picked up by a recon chopper.

Is that where you injured your legs?

No.

I got meningitis four years later
from shooting smack.

The man you killed this morning,
Li Trang,

he was the camp commander?

Thirty years' pain and guilt
came into focus on M Street.

And after I shoved that knife
in his chest, I heard this sound.

It was like air
whooshing out of the coffee can.

I was elated.

I thought this is the end of one story
and the beginning of another.

But I was wrong.

Immediately after that,
it all came back.

It all came
flooding back into my head.

All those months at Dong Ha,
every single moment

over and over and over and over.

That's why I came to you,
commander.

I want you to stop that movie
from running in my head.

You didn't murder those men, Roscoe.
You need to let go of it.

I'll tell you what, commander,

you stop looking for your father
and I'll let go of it.

You see, we're the same,
both obsessed in different ways.

You keep searching for a place
that I can never leave.

It's supposed to be about starting over,
beginning a new circle.

Can you do that?

You have your closure, Roscoe.

I need to find mine.

Bud,

inform Detective Coster
that his suspect is ready.

Aye, aye, sir.

Also, let him know
that as Mr. Martin's attorney,

I will be present during questioning.

Yes, sir.

How much time do you think I'll get?

It's hard to say.

Sure gonna miss
those dogs on M Street.