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The L.Z. is hot.
Abort extraction.

Will rendezvous
at L.Z. bravo-niner.

Do you copy, Phantom One? Over.

Negative on canx extraction.

Move out. I'll keep them busy.

Let's go!

Move out!

Mayday.

We're going down.

Hel-Hello?

Hey, Biff, it's me.

William?

Is Mom okay?

No, Mom's fine.

Uh...

Something else.

The government is going to try
to paint you as a

loose cannon.

For treating
an Iraqi child?

For administering a drug
in short supply

and endangering American lives
in the process.

Look, Colonel, I'm
not regular Navy.

In a civilian E.R.,

if I hesitate for a split
second, people die.

Well, on a battlefield,

if military protocol
isn't followed, Marines die.

Look, Lieutenant,
unfortunately,

your civilian status ended

when your unit was
called up to active duty.

Your obligation
is to the military.

But all doctors,
military and civilian,

have to honor
the Hippocratic Oath.

We're sworn to treat patients
to the best of our ability.

In your initial statement,
you admitted the order

your C.O. gave you

was justified.
Now, the prosecution's

definitely going
to bring that up.

The order was justified,

if you only consider
an impersonal supply list.

Sure, we were short
of the drug I gave her.

But it was my obligation
to help that child.

We all have to

make hard choices.

You don't seem very
optimistic about my case.

I'm being realistic.

It's going to be
an uphill battle,

and when you testify,

I think you should consider
showing some remorse.

So I'm being found guilty
by my own defense counsel

before my hearing's
even started?

The Colonel
and I are not here

to judge your guilt
or innocence.

The reason we're here
is to strategize

to find a way to make sure
that the hearing officer

doesn't recommend
to send you to court-martial.

The remains
of a U.S. serviceman

have been discovered
in northern Laos.

The Department of Defense

hasn't been able
to identify the remains yet.

And what's the holdup, sir?

Since the advent
of DNA matching,

they've even identified

the Vietnam War's
Unknown Soldier.

Correct, but D.O.D.
has a very specific protocol

when it comes
to identifying remains.

It can take time.

I want you to go to Louisville.

Interview a former SEAL.

He believes he knows
the identity of this unknown.

William Cresswell?

My brother.

Treat him like anyone else.

Do you want me to file
something with D.O.D.?

When the time comes.

Do you know how many times

my brother has talked to me
about Vietnam?

Never.

So this must be
pretty important.

Maybe this investigation will
help him heal some old wounds.

I'll, uh, arrange for a vehicle

once you get there.

You'll have five days.

My brother and the military
didn't part

on the best of terms.

Wear civvies.

General, I-I don't think
I'm gonna need five days

just for an interview.
I've seen how hard

you've been
working around here.

Not to mention
you almost got your six

shot off in Iraq-
you earned some R&R.

I think I heard you
mention something

about the New Orleans
Jazz Festival?

Well, I always wanted to go.

Well, whatever time
you have left,

it's yours.

Just bring your, uh,

your leave papers
to me personally.

That will be
all, Lieutenant.

Aye, sir.

Hey, you want to
grab some lunch?

Um, Bud and I already ordered,

but you're welcome to join us.

Uh, no thanks.

Hey...

I haven't seen much
of you lately.

How's Mattie?

Well, she's, uh,
about the same.

Is there anything I can do?

No.

Look, a-all I really
want to know

is if, uh, you
and your client

have decided
to accept my offer.

Okay, we got
broccoli and chicken

and sweet and sour...

Oh, Commander, hi.

Uh, excuse me
for interrupting.

The commander was asking
if Lieutenant Chang

is ready to deal.

She is not gonna budge, sir.

She doesn't really have

much of a leg to stand
on, though, does she?

Actually, I think

Lieutenant Chang
deserves a medal.

Doctor in the field

gives a life-saving
drug to a child.

Possibly denying

it to our own troops.

But Commander, she's the kind
of doctor who goes all out.

The kind you'd want for Mattie.

Uh, if you'll excuse me,
I have to find

Lieutenant Vukovic
for the general.

Good luck.

I rarely see the guy
since he started here.

You'd probably have better luck,
sir, if you were a woman.

I'll see you two in court,

at Lieutenant Chang's
Article 32.

Hey, Coates, it's Vic.

Oh, the flight was fine, thanks.

Listen, the, uh, General said

that he would have
a car waiting here for me.

Did you make a reservation?

Never mind. My ride's here,
and, uh...

thank the general for me.
It's a beauty.

Lieutenant Graves.

Oh. Catherine.

Do you mind if
I drive, Catherine?

Actually, I do.
But...

you let me drive in San
Diego. That was a rental.

This is my baby.

Nobody drives
my baby but me.

So, what exactly
are you doing here?

Oh, well, there are
no open billets at JAG,

so General Cresswell

got me assigned
to the Pentagon.

T.A.D.

Yeah, but w-what
are you doing here?

Since I don't have
to report in till Monday,

the general called me and
asked if I could do him a favor,

and, you know, get some
investigative experience.

And you just happened to be
in Louisville, Kentucky?

No, I was 33 miles
outside of Cincinnati,

and so I just, uh, backtracked.

Wow, you must want
to work at JAG pretty bad, huh?

Let's just say I think
I'd get along

with the people that work there.

North Vietnamese troops
had my SEAL team pinned down.

There was literally...

no way out, if, uh...

if that Huey hadn't
come along when it did...

It's okay, Mr. Cresswell.
Take your time.

That's all there is.

The helicopter went down.

The pilot died, and we lived.

Uh, it was a, uh,
a covert operation for us.

There were no dog tags,
no IDs.

According to the file,
you believe the man was

Marine Lieutenant Joe Johnson.

Isn't that something?

A man you never met
gives his life

to save yours,
and you never

even have a chance
to thank him for it.

Look, I-I owe him this, okay?

It's been 35 years. But when I
read that those remains were

found three clicks east of Kham
Keut, exactly where our

operation took place, and they
weren't able to identify them,

I knew this was my last chance.

Well, it should
be a simple matter

of gathering DNA evidence

from relatives.
I tried to find them.

The only thing I know for sure
is that he was from Vicksburg,

and, uh, both of his
parents are deceased.

I've-I've called City Hall

checking for records...

nothing.

Well, what is it exactly you
think we can do for you, sir?

I don't know, son.

Anything.

I can't sleep nights,

thinking that Joe Johnson
might end up going

from one unmarked
grave to another.

And, uh...

if you do find any relatives,
please let me know.

I'd like a chance
to talk to them.

So, Catherine, do you like jazz?

Well, I'm more
into old school R&B.

We're done here.

How about sipping
some hurricanes

down on Bourbon Street?

Cruise down to New Orleans,
catch the Jazz Festival?

I heard the Marsalis brothers

might be making
a surprise appearance.

But what do you mean,
"We're done here"?

No relatives, no DNA.

Well, but he did say the
family was from Vicksburg.

Good. When we get
back to D.C.,

we'll call around Vicksburg.

Hey, maybe we should
go to Vicksburg.

After all, the True Crime
network does say

that the backbone of any
investigation is the leg work.

Mixing their anatomical
metaphors, I know.

Apparently,
they're unaware

of a little invention
called the telephone.

It's very useful.

You might want
to write that down,

since it's your
first investigation.

It's my third.

Come on.

You and me, hot days, cool jazz.

We can leave Saturday night,

and we'll be back in D.C.
by Monday morning.

Look, I'm not abandoning
the investigation.

I'm only saying we can be
just as effective by phone.

That a girl.

Maybe I'll even
throw you a couple beads

on Bourbon Street.

Well...

any beads that've been thrown
to me on Bourbon Street,

I have earned.

Buckle up.

Are we there yet?

Are you hungry?
I got doughnuts.

Um, wait a second.
Where are we?

Vicksburg.
Okay, look...

we could poke
around all day

and still make it to
New Orleans for the start

of Jazz Festival.

I thought we agreed

that coming here
was a waste of time.

You agreed a little
more than I did.

And since it's my
car and I'm driving,

I guess you're just
along for the ride.

Okay, look.

This is my chance to
impress the general, okay?

To show him that I could be
useful on investigations.

I'm-I'm sure the general

wants to bring
this Marine home too,

but I don't think he expected us
to do it in one day.

Well, when someone
gives you a chance,

you should just try and
exceed their expectations.

Okay,
Lieutenant Fortune Cookie.

Here's your coffee.

We should start over there.

The local newspaper is the eyes
and ears of a town like this.

Captain Smith,

would you please tell us

in what capacity
you know Lieutenant Chang?

I was
her commanding officer,

and the senior physician
at the surgical company

that supported the Marines

near Ramadi. Captain, would you please

describe the events
of March 5, 2005, sir?

Iraqi insurgents fired an RPG
at a U.S. convoy.

Uh, an Iraqi child got caught

in the explosion-
a six-year-old girl.

And she was brought to your
hospital? By her mother.

She had third-degree burns
over 60% of her body.

In cases like this,

there's a slim chance
of survival,

even in
a state-of-the-art facility,

let alone a
field hospital.

But you treated her anyway.

Correct. We do our best
with limited resources.

We managed the girl's pain.

But because of burns
on the face and the neck,

she had trouble breathing.

The lieutenant
wanted to administer

the paralytic nerve agent
vecuronium

to help insert a breathing tube.

Did you agree
with the lieutenant's

proposed treatment,
sir?

From a purely medical
standpoint, yes.

But we were short vecuronium.

It's needed
for trauma surgeries.

I instructed
Lieutenant Chang

to use a standard

muscle relaxant instead.

Also effective.

Did the lieutenant
follow this order?

No. She administered
the vecuronium anyway.

And what was
the result

of the lieutenant's
actions?

We ran out of the drug.

A helicopter crew had
to brave enemy fire to get

to a neighboring medical unit
to replenish our supply.

What was
the lieutenant's attitude, sir,

when you told her

that she had endangered
U.S. military personnel

by not following orders?

Willful and without remorse.

Thank you, Captain.

I have
no further questions.

Captain, you
may step down.

This hearing will
take a short recess

and reconvene
at 1400.

Joe Johnson?

I haven't heard that
name in 35 years.

You remember him?

Sure.

How could I forget?

That's Joe on the piano.

And that's me on the skins.

We called ourselves
the Red Barons.

Wore these fine- looking
red coats- Elroy's idea.

The girls
really dug him.

Elroy?

Uh, fella on the guitar.

He's Joe's younger brother.

A wild man, even as a kid.

Brother?

William Cresswell called

the Vicksburg
Hall of Records and...

And it was like
Lieutenant Johnson

and his family never existed.

In the 1950s,

blacks didn't always
make the registers.

Births, marriages, deaths,

you name it-
they all happened

without anyone
taking official note.

Well, is this brother, Elroy-
is he still alive?

Mmm, who can say?

When Joe went M.I.A.,
Elroy took it real hard.

He left town
without saying a word.

What about, um, other relatives
of Joe's- anybody?

Mmm, none
in Vicksburg.

Sorry, folks.

Is there anybody in town

that Elroy might
have stayed in touch with?

Only woman who ever managed
to pin old Elroy down

was Loretta McKee.

Last I heard,
she moved to Tutwiler.

Oh, I saw that
on the map.

It's just north
of Highway 61, right?

Then turn off on 49.

It's about two and a half hours,

if you don't get stuck
behind a tractor.

Great.
Thanks for your help.

Oh, uh, one more thing.

Uh, if you find
Elroy, give him this,

and tell him...

I hung onto it 40 years.

Now it's his turn.

Oh... No, no, don't worry about it.

I'm tired
of looking at it, anyway.

I- I'm better looking now.

Are you sure
this is the right place?

There was only one
Loretta McKee

in the Tutwiler
phone book.

Lady sings the blues.

Well, the blues
is usually about a man,

not the man upstairs.

Do you have to argue
about everything?

I'm not arguing,
I'm correcting.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Didn't you see that sign
on the gate?

It says "No salesmen
on the premises. "

Miss McKee, we're not

here to sell you anything.

Two white folks
traipse in my backyard,

they either peddling swampland,
or they got bad news.

Now, which one is it?

Well, we're here about
Elroy Johnson, ma'am.

Like I said, bad news.

Well, we just want to
speak with him.

I can't help you.

In 1971, when I found the Lord
and Elroy didn't,

that son of a gun divorced me

and eloped with a slutty,
juke-joint Jezebel whore.

Ma'am, please.

Uh, could you at least tell us
this Jezebel's whereabouts?

April-Dawn!

My sister and I
haven't been

on speaking terms
since '71,

so you'll have to talk
to her directly.

Uh, good afternoon, ma'am.
We're with the Judge Advocate

General's Office
of the U.S. Navy.

Well, at least I am.

A Navy man!

We're here because
we might know

the whereabouts of
Elroy's brother's

remains.

I- I-I don't understand.

Tell her it means

they found Joe's bones.

Well, we may have,

but to confirm it,

we need a sample
of Mr. Johnson's DNA.

Our ex-husband
actually good for something?

The Lord sure works
in mysterious ways.

Mm-hmm!

Excuse me, Colonel,

do you have a moment?

I was hoping to meet
with Commander Roberts

before our hearing,
but...

I just wanted to apologize
for speaking out of turn

with Commander Rabb
the other day.

You didn't do
anything wrong.

Commander Rabb has
a lot on his mind,

and he hasn't been
willing to open up with me.

Has he talked with you?

Barely a hello or goodbye.

He's been spending a lot of time
at the hospital with Mattie.

Maybe you could plan
on being there with him.

If he won't accept help from me,
maybe he'll accept it from you.

I hope you're right,
ma'am.

You know, Elroy believed
that their band would be

the next big thing
out of Mississippi.

Sure, like Ike Turner
and the Kings of Rhythm.

You sure know
your music, honey.

Uh, any idea

where Elroy might be nowadays,
ladies?

Elroy and Joe recorded
this in a booth

at the '67
Mis-Lou Fair.

Oh, yeah, that's me and
April singing with him.

Come on, girl,
here we go.

That was great!

The lieutenant really
loved music, huh?

Oh, he loved
flying even more.

He dreamed that one day
they'd put a man on the moon.

And he even thought
it was possible

for a black man from Vicksburg
to be a decorated pilot.

I didn't believe
either one of them.

Shows you what I know.

Lieutenant, why
are you doing this for Joe?

Well, we received
a special request

from our commanding officer...

Because we believe
that Lieutenant Johnson

also dreamed of coming home.

Listen, if
Elroy's anywhere,

he's traveling Highway 61.

But who knows what
he's calling himself today.

It's the road you came in on.

Snakes through the
Mississippi Delta,

right on up
to Chicago.

They call it the Blues Highway,

'cause all the greats

have played every juke joint
along the way.

Sonny Boy Williamson...

Oh, yeah.
B. B. King...

All right, now.

When Elroy and I took off,
we played them, too.

He must've been
a pretty talented musician

if he's still touring.

No. I was.

He resented it
so much, he started

auditioning other songbirds

behind my back.

Candy Graham?

Do you know
where she might be?

Don't know where she was from.

Don't know
where she might be.

The home wrecker.

More tea?

Are you sure
this was the last room in town?

Oh, it's not that bad.

Kind of reminds me of...

The Bates Motel?

Well, I was thinking

of something
a little more romantic.

I told you I'm on a "guy-atus. "

Come on, do you think I would
make a play for you here?

Besides,
we might be

working in the same office
together.

That hasn't stopped you before.

Who told you that?

Who hasn't told me that?

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no.

I called the bed first.

This is against regulations.

We can share the bed,
unless you think

you can't keep
your hands to yourself.

Oh, my God, do you even
have any women friends?

My sister.

Yeah, that doesn't count.

What is the problem here?

Most women enjoy the attention.

You make them smile,
you make them laugh...

Okay, we like the attention.

But if you run around the
office like a frat boy,

hitting on everybody,

it kind of takes
away the specialness.

I wasn't in a frat.

I'm talking
about the type.

What is it, you didn't get
enough love from your Mommy?

Or what, you're
a late bloomer,

overcompensating for
some shortcomings?

Oh, no, no, let me guess.

You were left at the altar

by the one woman
who you really loved.

Oh, my God, oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't... Who was it?
Was it...?

You know, while
we're analyzing each other...

you want to drag us
to every juke joint

from here to Chicago
looking for Candy Graham

just so you can impress
General Cresswell.

No, no, no, this isn't about
impressing General Cresswell anymore.

I realized we have to do
this for William Cresswell.

He's haunted by the
memory of that Marine.

I just... I thought we
could help him together.

I'm sorry, Catherine.

I think we've done
all we can.

Well... I'm not giving up.

Good night.

Rise and shine, Vic.

To quote the
Bombshell Detective,

"Keep your gun in your
pocket, 'cause we got a plan. "

I'm at the front desk
checking out, right,

and I see this record
player in the corner,

so I put on the 45 that
the McKee sisters gave us,

and guess whose voice
I heard singing?

Indira Diamond-

also known as the
Mistress of Soul.

The label says "Candy Graham. "

She must have changed
her name, huh?

You know, showbiz.

Or the person's name
could've been Candy Graham.

Yeah, but it's
Indira Diamond.

It's not the
best recording,

but I would know this
voice from anywhere.

I have followed this
woman's entire career.

I have every
single album...

except for this one.

This is so great.

So, do you think she knows
where Elroy Johnson is?

Well, see,
I'm thinking

he might have stayed
in touch with her-

you know, for the
sake of his career-

so I had the desk clerk
look up her tour schedule

on the Internet,
and guess what?

Tonight is
her last night

at the Slim Cat's
Lounge in Natchez.

Natchez? Yeah, it's about 200 miles.

Back the way we came?

Yes.

This time, I'll
let you drive.

That sounded good, Tommy.

Keep it at that level.

Oh, my gosh, Miss Diamond,
I am such a big fan.

I'm sorry, I know
you hear that all the time,

but... wow,
I'm such a big fan.

Where do I sign, sweetie?

Oh, um...

Actually, ma'am,
we're with the Navy.

Oh, do you want me to do
a U.S.O. tour?

No. That's not
why we're here.

We understand that you were
married to Elroy Johnson.

We're trying
to locate him.

I haven't heard from him
in years.

Well, do you have
any idea...

Hey,

even when we were married,

I didn't know where he was
half the time, honey,

so sorry, I can't help you.

Miss Diamond, please.

We're trying to identify
the remains of his brother, Joe.

Joe?

Oh.

I'm sorry.

You took me off guard
when you mentioned Elroy.

Uh... I may be able
to help you.

Are you trying
to protect him?

Him? No.

Protect myself.

My heart, really.

I always thought
we would get back together.

But... well, I...
got a wedding invitation

from him about a year ago...

...from a P.O. box

in Memphis, I believe it was.

Oh, well, at least
it's something.

You'll probably find him playing
along Beale Street somewhere.

We should call
William Cresswell,

let him know to
meet us there.

Thank you, ma'am.

Mm-hmm.

Look, I really do hope
you find him.

Yeah.
At some of the

U.S.O. shows back in the '70s,

oh, the Marines would come up
and tell Elroy

that they had known Joe

and they were proud
to have served with him.

But the shows started to get
hard for Elroy after that.

Oh, I think he started

to see Joe in the faces
of the other Marines.

Lieutenant Chang,
why did you use vecuronium

on the Iraqi child you treated?

Because medical efficacy
called for her

to get tubed
and breathing.

Didn't you have other drugs
that were just as effective?

As effective, no.

This was our best bet.

But you disobeyed
a direct order. Why?

Because I was sure
it would work,

and it did.

We were able to keep
her airway open.

The next step
was to get her stable

and on a medivac
to the hospital ship.

I took her blood sample
to the lab.

It was maybe
a hundred yards away.

I was only away from her bed
for ten to 12 minutes.

I felt like all the air had
been sucked out of the room.

We'd been working so hard
to save this girl,

and in the course
of ten minutes,

she went from having
a chance to...

Had you ever lost
a patient before?

Yes, of course.

But I thought the whole point
of us being there

was to help these people.

And here's
this one little girl,

suffering so much.

When she died...

...it seemed
like such a failure...

of everything.

Thank you.

Your witness.

Lieutenant,
would it be fair to say

you consider yourself
a doctor first

and a Naval officer second?

That would be a fair statement,
yes, Commander.

And you joined
the reserves

in order to pay
for medical school,

so technically, you took
your military oath first,

and your Hippocratic
Oath second.

That's very clever, sir.

You were given, uh,
self-defense

and field survival training
before being sent to Iraq,

correct?
Yes.

Could you tell me

the correct procedures
for keeping an M-16 clean

and operational in
desert conditions?

Uh, you take...

What were your fam
- fire pistol range scores, Lieutenant?

I qualified.

After how many attempts?
Objection.

Your Honor, I'm
trying to establish

that Lieutenant Chang
considers herself

a doctor first and a
combat-ready officer not at all.

Look, my job is
to patch people back together,

not put bullets in them.

You must've realized,
Lieutenant, when you joined

the reserves, there was a
possibility you'd be sent

into combat.
Yes.

And that part
of saving lives

in the military,
Lieutenant,

requires being
a good officer.

Of course... And being a good officer

and practicing
medicine

in the military requires
following orders

from a senior officer.

Objection, Your Honor.
Counsel is testifying.

Withdrawn.

I have no further questions,
Your Honor.

We're running out
of places to look.

Then we must
be getting close.

Oh, you are wonderful.

I thank you all so very much
for coming tonight.

I'm Etta.

This is my place.

Did you have a great time?

Yeah!

Oh!

Thank you so much for
being here tonight.

You know what?

Y'all don't have to go home,

but you got to get
the heck out of here.

Thank you
once again.

Good night, everybody.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

That was even better
than the original.

Oh, I know a great
song when I sing it.

We're, uh, hitting the bars
looking for a guitar player

by the name
of Elroy Johnson.

Hey, guys.

They're looking
for Elroy Johnson.

Oh, oh, I'm
sorry, folks.

I mean, um, you
all missed him

by about a year.

Uh, do you have any idea
where he's playing now?

Well, um, if he's
lucky, he's, uh...

he's backing the
heavenly choir.

He-he passed away.

Uh, you know, his heart
just sort of jumped up

and attacked him one
night right after the show,

you know, and that's
not a bad way

for an old guitar
player to go, you know,

if you know what I mean.

I know what you mean.

There goes our last hope
for a DNA match.

I thought
you didn't give up.

I'm sorry we made you come
all the way down here.

The only thing
I'm sorry about is...

Elroy died
without really knowing

what happened to his brother.

I was just
a little too late.

There might still be some
other relatives out there.

We're going to do

some more checking
once we get to D.C.

Hey, I appreciate the effort
you both have put in.

Thanks for driving
me back to the airport.

Oh, it's the least
we could do.

You bought
breakfast.

You know, this doesn't look
like the way to the airport.

Hold on.

Hey, Vic, you want
to hand me the map?

No, the photo. Yeah, no, I've seen it.

No, look-
the guitar in the photo.

The guitar
player we met

on Beale Street had "Lulubelle"
painted on his guitar.

It's too small to read
in this picture,

but Elroy's guitar

has something painted in the
exact same place on the body.

If that was Elroy's guitar...

Then that might
have been Elroy.

So, do we get anything
out of putting

Lieutenant Chang back
on the stand today?

Well, realistically,
ma'am, I don't think

she has anything to say
that would help her.

Well, we can go over her
civilian work record.

Bud, do you have
any extra legal pads?

No, ma'am. I ordered some
more and they sent me

15 mouse pads instead.

Supply's really
been screwing up lately.

Ma'am, I think we should
recall Captain Smith instead.

Captain, according
to your inventory records,

you received
a supply of vecuronium

two days prior to the incident
with Lieutenant Chang.

That's correct.

Now, how many patients
had been administered

with the drug
between the time

that you received your
supply to the time

that Lieutenant Chang gave
it to the Iraqi girl?

None.

Well, how could
you have run out?

Let's look at the requisition
form, shall we?

In January, sir,
you ordered

100 units of vecuronium.

In February,

you ordered 100 units
of vecuronium.

Could you tell
the court, please, in March,

how many units
of vecuronium did you order?

Ten.

Hmm, now, below the order
line for vecuronium

is a requisition
for ketamine.

And in January you
ordered ten units.

In February
you ordered ten units.

Can you please tell
the court, sir, in March,

how many units did you order?

100.

So, isn't it possible

that you mistakenly
over-ordered

one drug and under-
ordered another?

That's exactly what happened.

So there should
have been enough vecuronium

for the Iraqi girl and any

potential
American wounded?

But there wasn't.

No further questions.

That was my mistake,
and I'll take

responsibility for it,
but my order

to Lieutenant Chang was correct
under the circumstances.

I'm a doctor,
too, Lieutenant.

I know there are
children dying

outside the gates
of our compound

and I desperately
wish

that we could be there
to save all of them.

But the military situation
we are currently in

does not allow us to do that.

Go away.

You've done
enough damage.

We just want to talk
to your guitar player.

Well, he's not here.

You know, we were fine until you
came looking for him.

He was Elroy, wasn't he?

Yes,

but what does it matter?

He left.

The man's been on the road
his whole life.

I shouldn't have expected him
to stick around.

Do you know
where he went, ma'am?

He wouldn't tell me.

He didn't want me to have
to lie about where he was.

I may never
see him again.

Why did he go running off?

Because I got
three ex-wives

and you're a lawyer
if I ever seen one.

Elroy!

Halfway to the bus
station I decided,

"Mm-mm, I ain't running.

Not from the best thing
that ever happened to me. "

Oh, don't you ever
do that to me again.

Mr. Johnson.

This is actually

about your brother.

Joe?

I... I served
with Joe in Vietnam.

I was there the night
he was killed.

No, they...
they told me

he went missing

during some kind
of training exercise.

There's something I need to say.

I've never been able
to tell this to anyone before.

I still don't want a deal.

I think you'll be happy with
the government's new terms.

Let me guess.

I'll be
administratively separated

and not serve the last year of
my commitment to the reserves.

You'll have to pay back

a pro-rata portion
of your educational...

Not interested,
Colonel.

I don't want out.

The prosecution is right.

I haven't taken my military
training seriously.

All the more reason to get out.

You can go back to being
a doctor first and foremost.

Do you know why
I'm a good doctor?

Because I've worked hard at it.

And I'm a lousy officer
because I've applied myself

to everything
I've ever done except this.

I won my state spelling
bee when I was eight.

I finished
first in my class.

Undergrad and med school.

I'm even a 250 bowler.

But the one thing I've never
excelled at is the military.

It's one thing to find
something you're not good at,

but to not even try...

So... thank you
for your efforts, Colonel.

I'd like to accept the
consequences of my actions

and finish
out my service.

The military
needs doctors more than ever.

I'm sure something
can be worked out.

The helicopter
went up in flames

on the other side
of a small ridge.

The copilot and the gunner
had been thrown clear.

The other members
of my team, uh,

treated them while I made
my way to the wreckage.

Hang in there,
Lieutenant.

Don't worry, buddy,
you'll be all right.

We're gonna get you out.

No...

no, you're not.

Don't let me burn.

It's okay.

Do it. Please.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Do it.

I'm very sorry.

You ain't got nothing
to be sorry about.

You did what
you had to do.

I mean, what my brother
wanted you to do.

The mission.

Did y'all get that P.O.W. back?

Yeah, we all got back.

We had to hump it through
the jungle for four days,

but, yeah, we made it.

Then I'm glad my brother
didn't die for nothing.

You okay, honey?

Um, Mr. Johnson,

we're here because we believe

your brother's remains
have been found.

We'll need a DNA sample
from you to prove

that the remains
are your brother's,

and then he can be
returned to your family

and given
a proper military funeral.

You could take him
back to Vicksburg,

burying him
with the family.

All these years...

not having him back...

having him...
missing.

No.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

I took it hard
when Joe went MIA.

Then I... I hit the road.

You know, in a way
it was like, you know,

Joe and I just didn't, you know,

get back in touch
with each other yet.

You know, uh...

an old friend
you keep meaning to call,

you just don't get around to it.

I'm gonna give y'all my DNA.

If it's him,

I want him buried in
a... veteran's cemetery.

That's good, baby.

But I don't want to know...
if it's him.

See, if he's still missing...

then I can tell myself,
you know, that...

Joe and I just might,
you know...

run into each other
again someday.

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