JAG (1995–2005): Season 5, Episode 5 - Front and Center - full transcript
The admiral presents Harm with his second Distinguished Flying Cross (for action during a previous story). Mic prosecutes a sailor accused of smuggling marijuana into the US aboard a Naval vessel; Mac defends. One witness is a dog, which the court allows the defendant to confront; the dog has trouble, but he gets a new home. One Marine attempts a rape, and another Marine saves the woman; however, the second Marine disappears. Harm and Bud find him; Harm learns the reason for the disappearance of the hero, and he finds an unusual way by which to persuade him to appear and to testify. Chemistry and discussion occur among Harm, Mac, and Mic.
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Calm down, calm down.
Look at me, look
at me, look at me.
Look at me. Look at me.
I'm not him, okay? All right?
He's over there.
Is he dead?
He's unconscious.
He banged his head on the floor
when I disarmed him.
Oh, my God! He cut me.
It's not your blood.
♪ ♪
Sorry I'm late, sir.
I got caught on a call.
Remain standing, Commander.
This won't take long.
Attention to orders!
"During a combat mission
over the former Yugoslavia,
"Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb Jr.
"was flying escort for
an F-14 photo aircraft
"when it was badly damaged
by hostile antiaircraft fire.
"to prevent his comrades
from being captured or killed,
"Commander Rabb unhesitatingly
and with consummate skill
"used his windscreen
to push the aircraft
"by use of its lower tailhook
"12 miles to the sea, where
both pilot and RIO were rescued.
"Commander Rabb's gallantry
was in the finest tradition
"of the naval services
"and reflects great credit
"upon himself, naval aviation
and the United States Navy.
"He is hereby awarded
the Distinguished Flying
Cross, Second Award."
Congratulations, Commander.
Thank you, sir.
At ease.
Now, since, uh,
you're not married
and your mother's not present,
and I'm damn sure unwilling,
I'll ask the, uh, colonel
to do the honors.
Gently, marine.
Uh, sir, I'm, uh,
I'm flattered...
I'm also a little,
uh, a little confused.
I believe I requested no
ceremony be conducted.
Yeah, I know... I ignored it.
Take a seat.
I was just about to
discuss your next case.
Last month, Marine
Private William Clauson...
Um... uh...
allegedly assaulted
a young woman
outside a Norfolk nightspot.
He dragged her at knifepoint
into a construction site
and attempted to rape her.
I'm familiar with the case...
City councilman's daughter.
Another marine
saved her, correct?
Corporal Keely Woods, sir.
You and the
lieutenant will prosecute
in Private Clauson's
court-martial.
Yes, sir.
Now, for obvious reasons
the press has taken
an acute interest.
Build your case carefully.
Tighten every bolt.
Understood, sir.
Commander Mattoni,
you have the thankless job
of defending the
most unpopular marine
in Norfolk.
I accept the challenge, sir.
Colonel, you'll take on
the defense of Petty
Officer Richard Brindisi,
who was arrested in Norfolk
by the U.S. Customs
Canine Enforcement Team
as he disembarked the
destroyer USS Grace Hopper.
Charge is possession
of marijuana.
The petty officer is
maintaining his innocence.
An article 32 hearing
has been convened.
Sir, might I request the
prosecution on this one?
You see an easy score
here, Commander?
Not at all, sir.
Just an opportunity to lock
horns with a worthy adversary.
Brumby, you give
new meaning to the
word "enthusiasm."
Should I take that
as a compliment, sir?
Please do.
Admiral?
Uh, sir.
Sir, about the medal,
I'd like to make it clear...
I-I do appreciate the honor.
I was just trying to, uh,
avoid any references
to my carrier activities
as a way of showing
my renewed
commitment to JAG, sir.
I'm... I'm happy.
In fact, sir, I'm ecstatic
to be rubbing shoulders
once again in what
I consider to be
the top JAG outfit
in the military.
It's clear to me.
Anyone confused by the
commander's feelings?
That'll be all.
I'm overcompensating.
Yes, you are.
I just can't help feeling
everybody's in the boat
and I'm being towed
behind in the dinghy.
Could it be because
you're the only one
using nautical metaphors?
There's going to be
a period of adjustment
for all of us.
My suggestion is, don't
push it, let it happen.
We'll get the rhythm back.
Well, Brumby certainly
dances to your beat.
By that you mean...?
He's still on your scent.
We're friends.
No man is interested in
being friends with a woman
who looks like you.
Well, except me, of course,
because, you know,
I'm like a brother.
But anyway, to the
point: You encourage him.
How?
How?
He says he wants to lock
horns with you, you smile.
What should I have done...
Ordered him to
drop and give me 50?
You like him.
Look, you haven't
been here in six months
so the fine points of my
relationship with anyone
are lost on you.
And, you know, when it
comes to my relationships,
you are not necessarily
on a need-to-know basis.
Yes, ma'am.
Colonel, the
corporal's testimony
is essential to our case.
I understand, Commander.
But the corporal is
reserved by nature
and the rescue of that girl
has made him a media celebrity.
He's uncomfortable
with the limelight.
You'll need to tread lightly
and keep the press at bay.
I understand that, sir.
The problem we're facing
is with time constraints.
Look, I like this kid.
He's got grit.
He was back to duty
the day his stitches were out.
His C.O. tells me
he's the fastest-developing
marine in his command.
Colonel Hegsterrer, when
you say he feels uncomfortable
with the limelight...
He had to be
talked into accepting
his Navy Marine Corps medal.
Something that big...
Can you imagine?
Here's a guy who
would rather wrestle
with a knife-wielding rapist
than attend an award ceremony.
Well, sir, how are we to proceed
if we encounter
similar resistance?
Make no mistake...
I want Private
Clauson's ass on toast.
Cut the corporal
a mile of slack.
Work your magic.
Aye, aye, sir.
Hoo-hoo-hoo!
Georgetown got the ball!
St. John's down by three!
Iverson at the key!
He goes! No! No!
The ball's up... and it's good!
It's good!
Final seconds.
They get it out to
Iverson... he got it!
Traffic in the middle, baby!
Allen Iverson doesn't
use a hook shot.
He does now, sir.
It's a lost art.
Of course, there are those times
when the lane's
plugged, you can't get set.
That's all you have.
You play, sir?
A little.
You want to play
one-on-one, sir?
Not today, Corporal.
Today we talk.
I'm Lieutenant Commander Rabb
and this is Lieutenant Roberts.
We're with the Judge
Advocate General Corps.
You want me to
testify, right, sir?
We do.
Why, sir? The girl
can tell you everything.
We need an eyewitness.
Otherwise, it's
word against word.
You're the legs of
our case, Corporal.
I can't handle it, sir.
I'll freeze up there.
Well, we could coach you
on what to say, how to say it.
What about, uh...
can't think of it.
You know, when the
testimony's written down?
Affidavits aren't allowed.
You have to appear.
I understand it's a
challenge, Corporal,
but look at it this way:
If you fail to testify, Private
Clauson could be acquitted.
How would you feel then?
I have to be at the motor
pool in 11 minutes, sir.
You should know, Corporal,
we can order you to
appear, if necessary.
Not that we expect
that to happen.
No, sir.
You expect me to
get onboard, right, sir?
Just... think
about it, all right?
Aye, sir.
When are you off duty, Corporal?
In two hours, sir.
We'll come by the
barracks then, all right?
Aye, sir.
That was, uh,
quite the shot, sir.
Surprised the
hell out of me, too.
The defense moves to
dismiss all charges, sir.
On what grounds, Colonel?
There's no evidence.
The U.S. Customs lab lost it?
And no field test was performed.
Sir, the government can
produce Gary Sharps,
the Customs enforcement officer
who took possession
of the marijuana.
It's not marijuana
if you can't prove it.
Refer to it as "substance"
for the time being.
Yes, sir.
Uh, Mr. Sharps was alerted by
the U.S. Customs detector dog,
and then the search of
the petty officer's gear
uncovered the substance,
which Mr. Sharps inspected
and concluded to be marijuana.
MacKENZIE: The custom
officer's testimony is unverifiable.
It's not only
unfair to my client
but to the entire
notion of due process.
Mr. Sharps has been
seizing illegal shipments
for more than 18 years.
He knows marijuana
when he sees it.
We're going to need more
than his opinion, Commander.
Well, he qualifies as
an expert witness, sir.
Besides, according to the
captain of the Grace Hopper,
Petty Officer Brindisi
has been under
suspicion for some time.
Which proves nothing. Colonel,
you'll get your chance
to cross-examine.
But, sir... Ah-ah.
I'm not going to allow
you out the back door.
Via Lobos, McIntyre...
Saldudi, Moore...
Mayer, Woods.
There it is, sir.
Marine.
Sir.
At ease.
This is Corporal
Woods' bunk, yes?
Uh, yes, sir.
Do you know where he is?
No, sir.
I think he left for the
PX about an hour ago.
With all his gear.
Low rider, low
rider, low rider, lay-o!
Low rider, low rider...
Corporal Woods had no
special liberty... he's U.A.
Can you tell me why?
You're not assuming
we had something
to do with it, sir.
He was here, you
talked to him, he's gone.
Sir, we just gave
it to him straight.
No pressure of any kind?
We told him to
think about it, sir.
Now, sir, I also
thought he had a right
to know we could order
him to appear, if necessary.
That might have done it.
Sir... And, if so
the fault lies
with the corporal.
Duty is an obligation,
not an option.
He knows that.
On the other hand,
this is a lousy way to
get his record dinged.
I'll hold off reporting
the incident.
Would you like a second
crack at your witness?
Very much, sir.
He's from New
Brunswick, New Jersey.
They usually go home.
When you find him,
you tell him this... I offer
forgiveness only.
If he wants back,
he'll have to prove
he's the marine we
believe him to be.
Aye, aye, sir.
Hi.
Hi.
I was around the
corner in a pub.
Beat a bloke at darts,
so I spent my winnings on
a couple of Caesar salads.
I was actually in the
middle of making dinner.
Um... but I haven't
opened the can yet, so come in.
Thanks.
First time I've
gotten past the door.
Must be living right.
I just can't take your
salad and throw you out
but don't get too comfortable.
I'm working.
Actually, so am I.
See, I was thinking.
If you were inclined
to ask for a deal
for Petty Officer Brindisi...
Let's say a bad
conduct discharge
with no confinement
or forfeiture of pay
I might be in a position to...
Weasel your way
out of a weak case?
You're in evidentiary
hell, Commander.
It's not in the best
interest of my client
to give you a leg up.
Mac, your client has a history
of suspicious behavior.
Besides, I have two parties
that identified the
substance as marijuana.
Two?
The customs officer and the dog.
You're right.
I need to meet this animal.
Now, wait a minute.
No. My client has
been falsely accused
and it was this dog
who first sniffed him out
so set it up for tomorrow.
This is something
that I would do.
Yeah, of course it is.
Blimy, I like our
courtroom battles.
You keep me sharp, Mac.
No, no, no. Bad strategy.
See, you're
acknowledging my power.
Or making you overconfident.
Truth is, I admire
the way you work.
Your tenacity and persistence...
That's what gives you your edge.
All right, in the
interest of fairness,
I'll tell you what I like
about the way you work.
You are able to distinguish
between what you
are and what you do.
You're a snake in the courtroom
but nowhere else.
And when you lose,
you just shrug it off
and you bounce back.
You're also pretty creative.
That I would dispute.
But I have ways of compensating.
Yeah? Like what?
My timing's pretty good.
I'll agree.
I enjoy the element of surprise.
Always works.
Mic.
My first name.
Is that a good sign?
Um... I'm not ready for this.
I'm sorry.
That's all right.
Is it?
No...
But the salad's awfully good.
How did you spell it again?
K-e-e-l-y W-o-o-d-s.
What kind of a name is "Keely"?
I don't know, ma'am.
We're just looking for
his family's home address.
We thought we had the right one
but the people there
didn't know who he was.
When was he a student here?
Class of '93.
I don't see it.
'92? '94?
No '92... no '94.
There's no record
of a Keely Woods
ever attending Edison.
Maybe he changed his name.
Uh... his records indicate
he was a varsity
basketball player.
Do you have team
photos anywhere?
On the wall.
I don't think Corporal
Woods ever played basketball
at this school, Bud.
How did we get
ourselves talked into this?
You may not want to
deal with it right now, sir,
but even if we do track him down
won't he have a
credibility problem?
Could be a records mistake.
Only happens 1,000 times a year.
So where do we look now?
Well, he, uh... he knew a lot
about the Georgetown
basketball team
of three years ago.
That's pretty specific.
Think he's from D.C., sir?
When we get back,
I'm going to check
the college and semipro rosters.
You take that photo of him
around the city's
top playgrounds.
See if you can get an I.D., huh?
Aye, aye, sir.
Might help to get
into a game, too.
I only play basketball
on the computer, sir.
I wouldn't mention that, Bud.
MacKENZIE: 306
narcotics seizures.
Is that considered good?
Those are hall-of-fame
stats, ma'am.
We're talking a street
value over $18 million.
How long has Jingo
been in service?
Since 1987.
He's getting up there, isn't he?
No, not really.
We're using dogs that
are two, three years older.
Would you walk
him around for me?
Yeah, sure.
Up, boy.
Good boy.
Come on.
All right, let's check you out.
He doesn't do that
with everyone, ma'am.
Why are his eyes cloudy?
Cataracts.
That can't be good.
It's not his eyes that
make him useful, Colonel.
He can still sniff a rose
petal in a pile of dung.
Thanks for the image.
Look, I appreciate
your bringing him by.
You're welcome, ma'am.
Cheers, mate.
Sure.
Let's go, boy.
Heel.
Pe-ew!
What does he feed him?
I had to ride up in
the elevator with him.
Thought I was going to pass out.
He's an old dog.
Yeah, so am I, but
I still do a few tricks.
So I've noticed.
Am I correct in assuming
that we're all right?
I mean, after last night.
We're fine.
'Cause I would kick myself
if it had an affect on
our working relationship.
It will if you don't drop it.
Yes, ma'am.
Hey, Popeye.
Give us a ride in your boat.
I left it back in the bathtub.
Then why you
looking for it here?
Actually, I'm
looking for a person.
That's what I heard.
Yo.
So where's this picture
you been showing around?
Hang on.
Do you know this man?
Where'd you get this?
Do you know him?
You think he's around here?
Look, I'm asking
the questions here.
What's your name?
Toops.
That's it?
For your ears.
Well, Toops, I'm a navy lawyer.
Corporal Woods is
an important witness
in a case that we're trying.
Who's that?
You're looking at him.
This is Fly.
Lamar Dunwoody.
Dunwoody?
Are you sure?
Course I'm sure.
This fool killed my brother.
Mr. Sharps
why did you search Petty
Officer Brindisi's gear bag?
Uh... Jingo scratched at it.
And Jingo is...?
My detector dog.
Your honor,
government exhibit "D,"
Jingo's long and
distinguished record.
Was there any
hesitation or confusion
in the way Jingo
approached the bag?
Oh, no, he went right for it.
And when you searched
it, what did you find?
A plastic bag
containing marijuana.
Objection. Yet to be proven.
That's what we're trying
to do here, Your Honor.
I'll allow it from this witness.
His expertise has
been established.
How did you determine
it was marijuana?
I smelled and tasted it.
It was top grade.
And what made it
top grade, may I ask?
Uh, the fragrance and
oiliness of the leaves,
indicates a high level of THC.
That's delta-nine-
tetrahydrocannabinol,
the intoxicating agent.
Could you determine the variety?
Green Gold. It's prevalent
all over the Caribbean.
And where had Petty Officer
Brindisi's ship just been?
The Roosevelt Roads
Naval Station in Puerto Rico.
Thank you.
Your witness.
Mr. Sharps...
aren't Customs officers required
to conduct field tests of
all suspicious substances?
My new kit hadn't arrived yet
and my old one was spent.
When that happens,
we use our noses
and tongues to
move the process on
to the next phase.
What if there is no next phase?
No, I-I meant that I...
That you tend to assume guilt.
Oh, no, ma'am.
Did you smoke the evidence?
Of course not. Excluding
chemical analysis
wouldn't that be
the only other way
to determine its authenticity?
No, this was marijuana.
So you say.
I object, Your Honor.
Withdrawn.
That'll be all.
Redirect, Your Honor.
Mr. Sharps, are Customs officers
allowed to make determinations
by smoking a substance
under suspicion?
No, sir.
Thank you.
The government
rests, Your Honor.
Ma'am?
I haven't seen
Lamar in four years.
He ran away, took my
house money and my jewelry.
You've had no contact
with your son, ma'am?
No. I thought he was dead
and maybe if he
was lucky, buried.
You say he's using
a different name?
Yes ma'am. Keely Woods.
Well, then, how'd you
know to come here?
A neighborhood
kid identified him.
That's why those boys
been hanging around.
They think I talk to him.
One of them even threatened me.
We're very sorry about
that, Mrs. Dunwoody.
We do need to ask you
some questions, though.
Hey, look, you
know more than I do.
You know your son may
have killed somebody?
Those boys think he did.
Well, what do you think, ma'am?
Look, why are you
here and not the police?
Well, we're not investigating
the murder, ma'am.
Your son saved a
woman from being raped.
He's our chief witness.
Anything you can tell us, Mrs.
Dunwoody, to help us find him
would be incredibly helpful.
Look, Lamar's gone.
Mrs. Dunwoody, I'm
going to give you my card.
I'll write my home
number on the back.
You call me, day or night
if anything occurs to you.
Petty Officer Brindisi,
what was in the plastic bag
that was confiscated by
Customs Officer Sharps?
Tropical oregano, ma'am.
Very pungent.
And how are you
familiar with it?
My mother owns a restaurant
in Great Neck, Long Island.
Um... the best marinara
this side of Salerno,
if I may throw in a plug.
She taught me
everything she knows
about food, including herbs.
And why did you have it?
My mother asked me
to bring some back.
It's hard to find in the States.
Did you have any expectation
that it might be
confused with marijuana?
None at all... I thought
maybe they'd check it
for bugs, fungi... you
know, that kind of thing.
Ever smoked marijuana?
No, ma'am.
I was an altar boy.
MacKENZIE: Thank you.
Your witness.
How long were you an altar boy?
Seven years, sir.
Is that where you
learned to play poker?
Objection. Relevance.
Your Honor,
on direct examination,
the defendant
has put himself forward
as being of good character.
I'm allowed to impeach.
You are. Objection overruled.
Weren't you
investigated in connection
with a shipboard
gambling syndicate
and sale and
distribution of alcohol?
These aren't even prior
acts, Your Honor, just prior
unsubstantiated allegations.
Commander, you're reaching.
No further questions.
Thank you, Petty Officer.
Your Honor, I
would like to request
that Jingo appear
at this hearing.
What?
I don't follow, Colonel.
Well, the dog was the first
to identify the
substance as illicit.
Customs Officer Sharps
took his cue from Jingo.
I'd like the opportunity
to prove that Jingo
had incorrectly
established an expectation
in Mr. Sharps, who,
in turn, assumed
that what he was
smelling was marijuana.
How is the Colonel
going to question
a dog, Your Honor?
I intend to conduct
a demonstration
of Jingo's drug-
sniffing abilities
or lack thereof.
No tricks.
No, sir.
Your Honor...
The colonel is correct.
The defendant has a right
to confront his accuser.
Have the animal here
tomorrow morning.
Colonel?
I understand your
chief witness is a dog.
I understand
yours is a murderer.
Well, that hasn't
checked out yet, ma'am.
Well, I hope it doesn't
'cause then, all you
have to do is find him.
Well, I prefer human witnesses
to dogs any day...
Even if they're missing.
I'll have a copy of that, Bud.
Yes, sir.
Um...
you were right.
I was imposing my perception
of Brumby onto yours.
Don't worry about it.
No, no, no.
I mean... you know.
I should have believed you.
I think you know how you feel.
And besides, you and
Brumby have no chemistry.
So, uh...
I'm sorry. Okay?
Sure.
Okay.
Dunwoody.
Street name "Fly."
That's right.
How'd you find me?
I got a friend at your precinct.
Detective Mario Bigi.
He tells me you're an
expert on Anacostia gangs.
Yeah. What's your pleasure?
Can you ID a photo?
Discretely.
Bud.
Yeah, that's the guy.
What's with the uniform?
He enlisted in the Marine
Corps under a different name.
I would, too, if I
killed somebody.
Can you confirm that, Detective?
How does six
eyewitnesses grab you?
What do you want with him?
He's a witness in a rape case
that we're prosecuting.
You want a murderer
to condemn a rapist?
He's all we have.
You wouldn't happen to know
where we can start
looking for him, would you?
All I know is he disappeared
about four years ago.
Come on! RABB: Detective.
You wouldn't want
to blow my cover
would you, Commander?
God bless you, sir.
Holding up the
whole street, you idiot!
MacKENZIE: Your
Honor, it is our contention
that Jingo, who
is not only aging
but also experiencing
diminished skills,
confused the aromatic
properties of marijuana
with those of oregano.
Therefore, a simple
test has been arranged.
Nine of these gear bags
contain samples
of tropical oregano.
One contains Green
Gold marijuana.
How do we know this?
All the samples have
been prepared and certified
by the drug screening lab
at the Naval Medical
Center in San Diego.
Your Honor, ten bags?
MacKENZIE: Well, actually
the odds are better
than average
working conditions, sir.
In most cases, a dog
has to sniff his way
through hundreds of bags.
He's supposed to be able to
find the needle in the haystack.
What next, Your Honor?
Will the colonel
have him jumping
through hoops of fire?
This is it, Colonel?
Yes, sir.
Proceed.
Sir.
Sit.
Uh... you may begin, Mr. Sharps.
Go ahead, boy.
Come on.
I'm sorry.
He's just not
used to this setting.
Mr. Sharps.
Might have to declare
him a hostile witness.
Private Clauson
will plead guilty
to assault and battery.
We'll accept forfeiture of pay
and six months' confinement.
The charge is
attempted rape, Mattoni.
Maximum sentence is 20 years.
You can dig in your
heels, Commander,
but you're just going to
end up with dirty shoes.
Scuttlebutt says you can't
find your corroborating witness,
and your victim had trouble
picking the private
as her assailant.
She was upset.
I think the term is
"hysterical," Lieutenant.
The point is, Mattoni,
she made the ID.
She's shaky as hell.
Go ahead... put
her on the stand,
let me at her.
Huh. I'd like to see that, sir.
Ten years confinement.
We'll accept the
lesser charge only.
Aggravated assault with
a dishonorable discharge
and three years confinement.
Three years, sir?
Unacceptable.
Fine.
We'll take it to trial.
He'll walk.
Let us think about it.
I was just goofing
on her, sir.
I wasn't going to rape her.
Private Clauson,
you are presently
the luckiest marine
on the planet.
Don't blow it by also
being the stupidest.
You just couldn't lay off.
That's too bad,
because now you're going
to have to answer to me.
My mother has
nothing to do with this.
Why you bothering her?
We thought she might
know where you were.
Now she's got
bangers at her door
harassing her on the streets.
They want to know where
I am and how to find me.
Before you showed up,
they thought I was dead.
We showed up because
you had the character
to save a woman from
being raped, Lamar.
I'd take it back if it'd
keep my mother safe.
I understand that.
Your instincts wouldn't let you.
You're a better man
than you'll admit.
In fact, I don't think
you'd even be here
if you didn't want
to testify, would you?
What?
Why aren't you in hiding,
changing your identity?
It's what you do, isn't it?
A little harder this
time, though, huh?
You liked life as a
marine, didn't you?
More to the point,
I think you like life
as Keely Woods.
He's the man you've
always wanted to be
isn't he?
I always wanted
to be my father, sir.
Marine First Sergeant
Keely Dunwoody.
He died in Beirut.
I was nine.
Well, I can't think of
a better reason to join.
I'll tell you what
has me puzzled...
is how you passed muster.
Recruiters run
background checks.
This one has you stumped, sir?
They had to run
your fingerprints.
Always.
And you have a police
record, don't you?
Right.
So, it would have come up.
They'd have seen it.
Unless, of course,
it wasn't there.
You're in the witness
protection program, aren't you?
I've been in a safe
house in Virginia
since I went U.A.
My mother called and told
me you'd been to see her.
And all I could think about was
how I going to get back at you.
You know what I'm saying, sir?
No, I don't, Corporal.
That's because you ain't
never been in no gang.
I was a Chester Street Crip.
And there wasn't a day that
went by where we didn't talk about
who we was going to
make pay for dissin' us.
Is that why you killed the kid?
He shot at us first.
Hit one of my homie's sisters.
Felt right at the time.
I even got a tattoo.
Oh, I see, you didn't
just murder somebody
you were proud of it.
I saw your wings.
You count your kills?
Don't even try to
compare the two.
Why not, sir?
We were at war.
My government,
which was my gang...
They gave us permission to
fight for our common interests.
Just like Washington
does for you.
I understand war.
What I don't get
is why my homie
would blow a guy away
at the ATM for $40.
Leave his kid crying
right there in the car seat.
That when you went to the cops?
I knew if I tried to
quit, they'd smoke me.
So I got immunity.
Talked to the grand jury.
U.S. Marshals put
me in the program.
Sent me to Oregon.
I hated it.
So I joined the
Marine Corps instead.
The U.S. Marshals supported
you joining the Marine Corps?
They didn't like it, but
they backed me up.
Problem was, I got stationed
an hour away from my mother,
my mother who I can't even see.
Look, you understand now why
I can't do this?
Because everyone's
looking for me.
Crips, bloods!
If my face got on
the news, it'll be over.
Should have thought of that
before you saved
that girl, Corporal.
I wasn't thinking;
I was just reacting!
You see?
That's when you shine.
I can't help you now, anyway.
Not with my past.
Nobody has to
know about your past.
As far as the
world is concerned,
you're Corporal Keely Woods.
I've done enough!
You took somebody's life.
It'll never be enough.
Where are you going?
I don't know, sir.
Someplace where I can
just get my head cleared
from all of this.
I know someplace.
21 by ones.
That was on you, sir.
Ah! Hook shot.
Oh!
And one! And one!
20, 17.
You can play.
You played me pretty tough, sir.
It's not over yet, Corporal.
Yes, it is, sir.
You want to make this real?
You make this...
and I'm out of your life.
Now, you miss...
you miss, you take the stand.
That's funny, sir.
It's the only way
of getting me out
of your life, Corporal.
You set me up.
I'm just rolling
with the moment.
Come on.
So you'll walk away
and leave me alone?
That's what I said.
My mother, too?
Mm-hmm.
All right.
Is that supposed to frighten me?
Sir, if that's your
idea of trash talking,
I suggest you shut it down.
So you can learn something.
Now, follow the ball.
'Cause here it is.
There it goes.
Come and get it,
pokey-assed punk.
That's pokey-assed punk, sir.
That was a foul.
Come on, get up.
You took me out with your elbow.
Oh, now, whining doesn't
become you, marine.
What, you want
to take me on, huh?
You want to take me on?
You really want to
pull out the stops?
Who's that talking now, huh?
Is that Lamar?
Is this the marine
or the gangster?
Is that the killer...
or is it the hero?
Take your foul.
All right.
What do you say we shoot it off?
Call it and sink it.
First one to miss loses.
You shoot first.
Set shot.
Hook shot.
Do you swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the
truth, so help you god?
I do, ma'am.
Welcome, Corporal Woods.
Enter.
Just dropping off
your mail, Colonel.
Thanks, Tiner.
Everyone's talking
about the stunt
with the dog, ma'am.
Stunt?
Sorry, ma'am.
That was my word.
I'm sure it was the correct
strategy for the case.
I mean, he was old and
couldn't cut it anymore.
That's why he's in the
shelter, right, ma'am?
Why didn't you tell
me about Jingo?
I thought it might upset you.
I'm sorry.
What happened? He was
retired by the department
and Mr. Sharps'
wife was allergic.
There's nobody else?
Colonel, there
aren't many people
looking for a 12-year-old mutt
with cataracts.
He's doomed.
If I didn't have to
go back to Australia,
I would have taken
him myself, but...
I feel responsible.
Come on, no guilt.
It's not your fault.
How about I take you home?
Help you get over this.
We'll do anything you want.
No, I won't be good company.
That I can never believe.
Anything I want?
Now you're getting me excited.
MacKENZIE: I don't know
how this is going to work.
What I'm saying is...
I'm not sure I'm ready
for this kind of commitment
in my life right now.
We'll have to see how it goes
but I will tell you
one thing right now...
If you chew up my shoes...
it's over.
Corporal, we'd better
get out of here.
Go.
I'm worried about you.
I've known these boys since
they were soiling their diapers.
I can take care of myself.
You look just like your
dad in that uniform.
Calm down, calm down.
Look at me, look
at me, look at me.
Look at me. Look at me.
I'm not him, okay? All right?
He's over there.
Is he dead?
He's unconscious.
He banged his head on the floor
when I disarmed him.
Oh, my God! He cut me.
It's not your blood.
♪ ♪
Sorry I'm late, sir.
I got caught on a call.
Remain standing, Commander.
This won't take long.
Attention to orders!
"During a combat mission
over the former Yugoslavia,
"Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb Jr.
"was flying escort for
an F-14 photo aircraft
"when it was badly damaged
by hostile antiaircraft fire.
"to prevent his comrades
from being captured or killed,
"Commander Rabb unhesitatingly
and with consummate skill
"used his windscreen
to push the aircraft
"by use of its lower tailhook
"12 miles to the sea, where
both pilot and RIO were rescued.
"Commander Rabb's gallantry
was in the finest tradition
"of the naval services
"and reflects great credit
"upon himself, naval aviation
and the United States Navy.
"He is hereby awarded
the Distinguished Flying
Cross, Second Award."
Congratulations, Commander.
Thank you, sir.
At ease.
Now, since, uh,
you're not married
and your mother's not present,
and I'm damn sure unwilling,
I'll ask the, uh, colonel
to do the honors.
Gently, marine.
Uh, sir, I'm, uh,
I'm flattered...
I'm also a little,
uh, a little confused.
I believe I requested no
ceremony be conducted.
Yeah, I know... I ignored it.
Take a seat.
I was just about to
discuss your next case.
Last month, Marine
Private William Clauson...
Um... uh...
allegedly assaulted
a young woman
outside a Norfolk nightspot.
He dragged her at knifepoint
into a construction site
and attempted to rape her.
I'm familiar with the case...
City councilman's daughter.
Another marine
saved her, correct?
Corporal Keely Woods, sir.
You and the
lieutenant will prosecute
in Private Clauson's
court-martial.
Yes, sir.
Now, for obvious reasons
the press has taken
an acute interest.
Build your case carefully.
Tighten every bolt.
Understood, sir.
Commander Mattoni,
you have the thankless job
of defending the
most unpopular marine
in Norfolk.
I accept the challenge, sir.
Colonel, you'll take on
the defense of Petty
Officer Richard Brindisi,
who was arrested in Norfolk
by the U.S. Customs
Canine Enforcement Team
as he disembarked the
destroyer USS Grace Hopper.
Charge is possession
of marijuana.
The petty officer is
maintaining his innocence.
An article 32 hearing
has been convened.
Sir, might I request the
prosecution on this one?
You see an easy score
here, Commander?
Not at all, sir.
Just an opportunity to lock
horns with a worthy adversary.
Brumby, you give
new meaning to the
word "enthusiasm."
Should I take that
as a compliment, sir?
Please do.
Admiral?
Uh, sir.
Sir, about the medal,
I'd like to make it clear...
I-I do appreciate the honor.
I was just trying to, uh,
avoid any references
to my carrier activities
as a way of showing
my renewed
commitment to JAG, sir.
I'm... I'm happy.
In fact, sir, I'm ecstatic
to be rubbing shoulders
once again in what
I consider to be
the top JAG outfit
in the military.
It's clear to me.
Anyone confused by the
commander's feelings?
That'll be all.
I'm overcompensating.
Yes, you are.
I just can't help feeling
everybody's in the boat
and I'm being towed
behind in the dinghy.
Could it be because
you're the only one
using nautical metaphors?
There's going to be
a period of adjustment
for all of us.
My suggestion is, don't
push it, let it happen.
We'll get the rhythm back.
Well, Brumby certainly
dances to your beat.
By that you mean...?
He's still on your scent.
We're friends.
No man is interested in
being friends with a woman
who looks like you.
Well, except me, of course,
because, you know,
I'm like a brother.
But anyway, to the
point: You encourage him.
How?
How?
He says he wants to lock
horns with you, you smile.
What should I have done...
Ordered him to
drop and give me 50?
You like him.
Look, you haven't
been here in six months
so the fine points of my
relationship with anyone
are lost on you.
And, you know, when it
comes to my relationships,
you are not necessarily
on a need-to-know basis.
Yes, ma'am.
Colonel, the
corporal's testimony
is essential to our case.
I understand, Commander.
But the corporal is
reserved by nature
and the rescue of that girl
has made him a media celebrity.
He's uncomfortable
with the limelight.
You'll need to tread lightly
and keep the press at bay.
I understand that, sir.
The problem we're facing
is with time constraints.
Look, I like this kid.
He's got grit.
He was back to duty
the day his stitches were out.
His C.O. tells me
he's the fastest-developing
marine in his command.
Colonel Hegsterrer, when
you say he feels uncomfortable
with the limelight...
He had to be
talked into accepting
his Navy Marine Corps medal.
Something that big...
Can you imagine?
Here's a guy who
would rather wrestle
with a knife-wielding rapist
than attend an award ceremony.
Well, sir, how are we to proceed
if we encounter
similar resistance?
Make no mistake...
I want Private
Clauson's ass on toast.
Cut the corporal
a mile of slack.
Work your magic.
Aye, aye, sir.
Hoo-hoo-hoo!
Georgetown got the ball!
St. John's down by three!
Iverson at the key!
He goes! No! No!
The ball's up... and it's good!
It's good!
Final seconds.
They get it out to
Iverson... he got it!
Traffic in the middle, baby!
Allen Iverson doesn't
use a hook shot.
He does now, sir.
It's a lost art.
Of course, there are those times
when the lane's
plugged, you can't get set.
That's all you have.
You play, sir?
A little.
You want to play
one-on-one, sir?
Not today, Corporal.
Today we talk.
I'm Lieutenant Commander Rabb
and this is Lieutenant Roberts.
We're with the Judge
Advocate General Corps.
You want me to
testify, right, sir?
We do.
Why, sir? The girl
can tell you everything.
We need an eyewitness.
Otherwise, it's
word against word.
You're the legs of
our case, Corporal.
I can't handle it, sir.
I'll freeze up there.
Well, we could coach you
on what to say, how to say it.
What about, uh...
can't think of it.
You know, when the
testimony's written down?
Affidavits aren't allowed.
You have to appear.
I understand it's a
challenge, Corporal,
but look at it this way:
If you fail to testify, Private
Clauson could be acquitted.
How would you feel then?
I have to be at the motor
pool in 11 minutes, sir.
You should know, Corporal,
we can order you to
appear, if necessary.
Not that we expect
that to happen.
No, sir.
You expect me to
get onboard, right, sir?
Just... think
about it, all right?
Aye, sir.
When are you off duty, Corporal?
In two hours, sir.
We'll come by the
barracks then, all right?
Aye, sir.
That was, uh,
quite the shot, sir.
Surprised the
hell out of me, too.
The defense moves to
dismiss all charges, sir.
On what grounds, Colonel?
There's no evidence.
The U.S. Customs lab lost it?
And no field test was performed.
Sir, the government can
produce Gary Sharps,
the Customs enforcement officer
who took possession
of the marijuana.
It's not marijuana
if you can't prove it.
Refer to it as "substance"
for the time being.
Yes, sir.
Uh, Mr. Sharps was alerted by
the U.S. Customs detector dog,
and then the search of
the petty officer's gear
uncovered the substance,
which Mr. Sharps inspected
and concluded to be marijuana.
MacKENZIE: The custom
officer's testimony is unverifiable.
It's not only
unfair to my client
but to the entire
notion of due process.
Mr. Sharps has been
seizing illegal shipments
for more than 18 years.
He knows marijuana
when he sees it.
We're going to need more
than his opinion, Commander.
Well, he qualifies as
an expert witness, sir.
Besides, according to the
captain of the Grace Hopper,
Petty Officer Brindisi
has been under
suspicion for some time.
Which proves nothing. Colonel,
you'll get your chance
to cross-examine.
But, sir... Ah-ah.
I'm not going to allow
you out the back door.
Via Lobos, McIntyre...
Saldudi, Moore...
Mayer, Woods.
There it is, sir.
Marine.
Sir.
At ease.
This is Corporal
Woods' bunk, yes?
Uh, yes, sir.
Do you know where he is?
No, sir.
I think he left for the
PX about an hour ago.
With all his gear.
Low rider, low
rider, low rider, lay-o!
Low rider, low rider...
Corporal Woods had no
special liberty... he's U.A.
Can you tell me why?
You're not assuming
we had something
to do with it, sir.
He was here, you
talked to him, he's gone.
Sir, we just gave
it to him straight.
No pressure of any kind?
We told him to
think about it, sir.
Now, sir, I also
thought he had a right
to know we could order
him to appear, if necessary.
That might have done it.
Sir... And, if so
the fault lies
with the corporal.
Duty is an obligation,
not an option.
He knows that.
On the other hand,
this is a lousy way to
get his record dinged.
I'll hold off reporting
the incident.
Would you like a second
crack at your witness?
Very much, sir.
He's from New
Brunswick, New Jersey.
They usually go home.
When you find him,
you tell him this... I offer
forgiveness only.
If he wants back,
he'll have to prove
he's the marine we
believe him to be.
Aye, aye, sir.
Hi.
Hi.
I was around the
corner in a pub.
Beat a bloke at darts,
so I spent my winnings on
a couple of Caesar salads.
I was actually in the
middle of making dinner.
Um... but I haven't
opened the can yet, so come in.
Thanks.
First time I've
gotten past the door.
Must be living right.
I just can't take your
salad and throw you out
but don't get too comfortable.
I'm working.
Actually, so am I.
See, I was thinking.
If you were inclined
to ask for a deal
for Petty Officer Brindisi...
Let's say a bad
conduct discharge
with no confinement
or forfeiture of pay
I might be in a position to...
Weasel your way
out of a weak case?
You're in evidentiary
hell, Commander.
It's not in the best
interest of my client
to give you a leg up.
Mac, your client has a history
of suspicious behavior.
Besides, I have two parties
that identified the
substance as marijuana.
Two?
The customs officer and the dog.
You're right.
I need to meet this animal.
Now, wait a minute.
No. My client has
been falsely accused
and it was this dog
who first sniffed him out
so set it up for tomorrow.
This is something
that I would do.
Yeah, of course it is.
Blimy, I like our
courtroom battles.
You keep me sharp, Mac.
No, no, no. Bad strategy.
See, you're
acknowledging my power.
Or making you overconfident.
Truth is, I admire
the way you work.
Your tenacity and persistence...
That's what gives you your edge.
All right, in the
interest of fairness,
I'll tell you what I like
about the way you work.
You are able to distinguish
between what you
are and what you do.
You're a snake in the courtroom
but nowhere else.
And when you lose,
you just shrug it off
and you bounce back.
You're also pretty creative.
That I would dispute.
But I have ways of compensating.
Yeah? Like what?
My timing's pretty good.
I'll agree.
I enjoy the element of surprise.
Always works.
Mic.
My first name.
Is that a good sign?
Um... I'm not ready for this.
I'm sorry.
That's all right.
Is it?
No...
But the salad's awfully good.
How did you spell it again?
K-e-e-l-y W-o-o-d-s.
What kind of a name is "Keely"?
I don't know, ma'am.
We're just looking for
his family's home address.
We thought we had the right one
but the people there
didn't know who he was.
When was he a student here?
Class of '93.
I don't see it.
'92? '94?
No '92... no '94.
There's no record
of a Keely Woods
ever attending Edison.
Maybe he changed his name.
Uh... his records indicate
he was a varsity
basketball player.
Do you have team
photos anywhere?
On the wall.
I don't think Corporal
Woods ever played basketball
at this school, Bud.
How did we get
ourselves talked into this?
You may not want to
deal with it right now, sir,
but even if we do track him down
won't he have a
credibility problem?
Could be a records mistake.
Only happens 1,000 times a year.
So where do we look now?
Well, he, uh... he knew a lot
about the Georgetown
basketball team
of three years ago.
That's pretty specific.
Think he's from D.C., sir?
When we get back,
I'm going to check
the college and semipro rosters.
You take that photo of him
around the city's
top playgrounds.
See if you can get an I.D., huh?
Aye, aye, sir.
Might help to get
into a game, too.
I only play basketball
on the computer, sir.
I wouldn't mention that, Bud.
MacKENZIE: 306
narcotics seizures.
Is that considered good?
Those are hall-of-fame
stats, ma'am.
We're talking a street
value over $18 million.
How long has Jingo
been in service?
Since 1987.
He's getting up there, isn't he?
No, not really.
We're using dogs that
are two, three years older.
Would you walk
him around for me?
Yeah, sure.
Up, boy.
Good boy.
Come on.
All right, let's check you out.
He doesn't do that
with everyone, ma'am.
Why are his eyes cloudy?
Cataracts.
That can't be good.
It's not his eyes that
make him useful, Colonel.
He can still sniff a rose
petal in a pile of dung.
Thanks for the image.
Look, I appreciate
your bringing him by.
You're welcome, ma'am.
Cheers, mate.
Sure.
Let's go, boy.
Heel.
Pe-ew!
What does he feed him?
I had to ride up in
the elevator with him.
Thought I was going to pass out.
He's an old dog.
Yeah, so am I, but
I still do a few tricks.
So I've noticed.
Am I correct in assuming
that we're all right?
I mean, after last night.
We're fine.
'Cause I would kick myself
if it had an affect on
our working relationship.
It will if you don't drop it.
Yes, ma'am.
Hey, Popeye.
Give us a ride in your boat.
I left it back in the bathtub.
Then why you
looking for it here?
Actually, I'm
looking for a person.
That's what I heard.
Yo.
So where's this picture
you been showing around?
Hang on.
Do you know this man?
Where'd you get this?
Do you know him?
You think he's around here?
Look, I'm asking
the questions here.
What's your name?
Toops.
That's it?
For your ears.
Well, Toops, I'm a navy lawyer.
Corporal Woods is
an important witness
in a case that we're trying.
Who's that?
You're looking at him.
This is Fly.
Lamar Dunwoody.
Dunwoody?
Are you sure?
Course I'm sure.
This fool killed my brother.
Mr. Sharps
why did you search Petty
Officer Brindisi's gear bag?
Uh... Jingo scratched at it.
And Jingo is...?
My detector dog.
Your honor,
government exhibit "D,"
Jingo's long and
distinguished record.
Was there any
hesitation or confusion
in the way Jingo
approached the bag?
Oh, no, he went right for it.
And when you searched
it, what did you find?
A plastic bag
containing marijuana.
Objection. Yet to be proven.
That's what we're trying
to do here, Your Honor.
I'll allow it from this witness.
His expertise has
been established.
How did you determine
it was marijuana?
I smelled and tasted it.
It was top grade.
And what made it
top grade, may I ask?
Uh, the fragrance and
oiliness of the leaves,
indicates a high level of THC.
That's delta-nine-
tetrahydrocannabinol,
the intoxicating agent.
Could you determine the variety?
Green Gold. It's prevalent
all over the Caribbean.
And where had Petty Officer
Brindisi's ship just been?
The Roosevelt Roads
Naval Station in Puerto Rico.
Thank you.
Your witness.
Mr. Sharps...
aren't Customs officers required
to conduct field tests of
all suspicious substances?
My new kit hadn't arrived yet
and my old one was spent.
When that happens,
we use our noses
and tongues to
move the process on
to the next phase.
What if there is no next phase?
No, I-I meant that I...
That you tend to assume guilt.
Oh, no, ma'am.
Did you smoke the evidence?
Of course not. Excluding
chemical analysis
wouldn't that be
the only other way
to determine its authenticity?
No, this was marijuana.
So you say.
I object, Your Honor.
Withdrawn.
That'll be all.
Redirect, Your Honor.
Mr. Sharps, are Customs officers
allowed to make determinations
by smoking a substance
under suspicion?
No, sir.
Thank you.
The government
rests, Your Honor.
Ma'am?
I haven't seen
Lamar in four years.
He ran away, took my
house money and my jewelry.
You've had no contact
with your son, ma'am?
No. I thought he was dead
and maybe if he
was lucky, buried.
You say he's using
a different name?
Yes ma'am. Keely Woods.
Well, then, how'd you
know to come here?
A neighborhood
kid identified him.
That's why those boys
been hanging around.
They think I talk to him.
One of them even threatened me.
We're very sorry about
that, Mrs. Dunwoody.
We do need to ask you
some questions, though.
Hey, look, you
know more than I do.
You know your son may
have killed somebody?
Those boys think he did.
Well, what do you think, ma'am?
Look, why are you
here and not the police?
Well, we're not investigating
the murder, ma'am.
Your son saved a
woman from being raped.
He's our chief witness.
Anything you can tell us, Mrs.
Dunwoody, to help us find him
would be incredibly helpful.
Look, Lamar's gone.
Mrs. Dunwoody, I'm
going to give you my card.
I'll write my home
number on the back.
You call me, day or night
if anything occurs to you.
Petty Officer Brindisi,
what was in the plastic bag
that was confiscated by
Customs Officer Sharps?
Tropical oregano, ma'am.
Very pungent.
And how are you
familiar with it?
My mother owns a restaurant
in Great Neck, Long Island.
Um... the best marinara
this side of Salerno,
if I may throw in a plug.
She taught me
everything she knows
about food, including herbs.
And why did you have it?
My mother asked me
to bring some back.
It's hard to find in the States.
Did you have any expectation
that it might be
confused with marijuana?
None at all... I thought
maybe they'd check it
for bugs, fungi... you
know, that kind of thing.
Ever smoked marijuana?
No, ma'am.
I was an altar boy.
MacKENZIE: Thank you.
Your witness.
How long were you an altar boy?
Seven years, sir.
Is that where you
learned to play poker?
Objection. Relevance.
Your Honor,
on direct examination,
the defendant
has put himself forward
as being of good character.
I'm allowed to impeach.
You are. Objection overruled.
Weren't you
investigated in connection
with a shipboard
gambling syndicate
and sale and
distribution of alcohol?
These aren't even prior
acts, Your Honor, just prior
unsubstantiated allegations.
Commander, you're reaching.
No further questions.
Thank you, Petty Officer.
Your Honor, I
would like to request
that Jingo appear
at this hearing.
What?
I don't follow, Colonel.
Well, the dog was the first
to identify the
substance as illicit.
Customs Officer Sharps
took his cue from Jingo.
I'd like the opportunity
to prove that Jingo
had incorrectly
established an expectation
in Mr. Sharps, who,
in turn, assumed
that what he was
smelling was marijuana.
How is the Colonel
going to question
a dog, Your Honor?
I intend to conduct
a demonstration
of Jingo's drug-
sniffing abilities
or lack thereof.
No tricks.
No, sir.
Your Honor...
The colonel is correct.
The defendant has a right
to confront his accuser.
Have the animal here
tomorrow morning.
Colonel?
I understand your
chief witness is a dog.
I understand
yours is a murderer.
Well, that hasn't
checked out yet, ma'am.
Well, I hope it doesn't
'cause then, all you
have to do is find him.
Well, I prefer human witnesses
to dogs any day...
Even if they're missing.
I'll have a copy of that, Bud.
Yes, sir.
Um...
you were right.
I was imposing my perception
of Brumby onto yours.
Don't worry about it.
No, no, no.
I mean... you know.
I should have believed you.
I think you know how you feel.
And besides, you and
Brumby have no chemistry.
So, uh...
I'm sorry. Okay?
Sure.
Okay.
Dunwoody.
Street name "Fly."
That's right.
How'd you find me?
I got a friend at your precinct.
Detective Mario Bigi.
He tells me you're an
expert on Anacostia gangs.
Yeah. What's your pleasure?
Can you ID a photo?
Discretely.
Bud.
Yeah, that's the guy.
What's with the uniform?
He enlisted in the Marine
Corps under a different name.
I would, too, if I
killed somebody.
Can you confirm that, Detective?
How does six
eyewitnesses grab you?
What do you want with him?
He's a witness in a rape case
that we're prosecuting.
You want a murderer
to condemn a rapist?
He's all we have.
You wouldn't happen to know
where we can start
looking for him, would you?
All I know is he disappeared
about four years ago.
Come on! RABB: Detective.
You wouldn't want
to blow my cover
would you, Commander?
God bless you, sir.
Holding up the
whole street, you idiot!
MacKENZIE: Your
Honor, it is our contention
that Jingo, who
is not only aging
but also experiencing
diminished skills,
confused the aromatic
properties of marijuana
with those of oregano.
Therefore, a simple
test has been arranged.
Nine of these gear bags
contain samples
of tropical oregano.
One contains Green
Gold marijuana.
How do we know this?
All the samples have
been prepared and certified
by the drug screening lab
at the Naval Medical
Center in San Diego.
Your Honor, ten bags?
MacKENZIE: Well, actually
the odds are better
than average
working conditions, sir.
In most cases, a dog
has to sniff his way
through hundreds of bags.
He's supposed to be able to
find the needle in the haystack.
What next, Your Honor?
Will the colonel
have him jumping
through hoops of fire?
This is it, Colonel?
Yes, sir.
Proceed.
Sir.
Sit.
Uh... you may begin, Mr. Sharps.
Go ahead, boy.
Come on.
I'm sorry.
He's just not
used to this setting.
Mr. Sharps.
Might have to declare
him a hostile witness.
Private Clauson
will plead guilty
to assault and battery.
We'll accept forfeiture of pay
and six months' confinement.
The charge is
attempted rape, Mattoni.
Maximum sentence is 20 years.
You can dig in your
heels, Commander,
but you're just going to
end up with dirty shoes.
Scuttlebutt says you can't
find your corroborating witness,
and your victim had trouble
picking the private
as her assailant.
She was upset.
I think the term is
"hysterical," Lieutenant.
The point is, Mattoni,
she made the ID.
She's shaky as hell.
Go ahead... put
her on the stand,
let me at her.
Huh. I'd like to see that, sir.
Ten years confinement.
We'll accept the
lesser charge only.
Aggravated assault with
a dishonorable discharge
and three years confinement.
Three years, sir?
Unacceptable.
Fine.
We'll take it to trial.
He'll walk.
Let us think about it.
I was just goofing
on her, sir.
I wasn't going to rape her.
Private Clauson,
you are presently
the luckiest marine
on the planet.
Don't blow it by also
being the stupidest.
You just couldn't lay off.
That's too bad,
because now you're going
to have to answer to me.
My mother has
nothing to do with this.
Why you bothering her?
We thought she might
know where you were.
Now she's got
bangers at her door
harassing her on the streets.
They want to know where
I am and how to find me.
Before you showed up,
they thought I was dead.
We showed up because
you had the character
to save a woman from
being raped, Lamar.
I'd take it back if it'd
keep my mother safe.
I understand that.
Your instincts wouldn't let you.
You're a better man
than you'll admit.
In fact, I don't think
you'd even be here
if you didn't want
to testify, would you?
What?
Why aren't you in hiding,
changing your identity?
It's what you do, isn't it?
A little harder this
time, though, huh?
You liked life as a
marine, didn't you?
More to the point,
I think you like life
as Keely Woods.
He's the man you've
always wanted to be
isn't he?
I always wanted
to be my father, sir.
Marine First Sergeant
Keely Dunwoody.
He died in Beirut.
I was nine.
Well, I can't think of
a better reason to join.
I'll tell you what
has me puzzled...
is how you passed muster.
Recruiters run
background checks.
This one has you stumped, sir?
They had to run
your fingerprints.
Always.
And you have a police
record, don't you?
Right.
So, it would have come up.
They'd have seen it.
Unless, of course,
it wasn't there.
You're in the witness
protection program, aren't you?
I've been in a safe
house in Virginia
since I went U.A.
My mother called and told
me you'd been to see her.
And all I could think about was
how I going to get back at you.
You know what I'm saying, sir?
No, I don't, Corporal.
That's because you ain't
never been in no gang.
I was a Chester Street Crip.
And there wasn't a day that
went by where we didn't talk about
who we was going to
make pay for dissin' us.
Is that why you killed the kid?
He shot at us first.
Hit one of my homie's sisters.
Felt right at the time.
I even got a tattoo.
Oh, I see, you didn't
just murder somebody
you were proud of it.
I saw your wings.
You count your kills?
Don't even try to
compare the two.
Why not, sir?
We were at war.
My government,
which was my gang...
They gave us permission to
fight for our common interests.
Just like Washington
does for you.
I understand war.
What I don't get
is why my homie
would blow a guy away
at the ATM for $40.
Leave his kid crying
right there in the car seat.
That when you went to the cops?
I knew if I tried to
quit, they'd smoke me.
So I got immunity.
Talked to the grand jury.
U.S. Marshals put
me in the program.
Sent me to Oregon.
I hated it.
So I joined the
Marine Corps instead.
The U.S. Marshals supported
you joining the Marine Corps?
They didn't like it, but
they backed me up.
Problem was, I got stationed
an hour away from my mother,
my mother who I can't even see.
Look, you understand now why
I can't do this?
Because everyone's
looking for me.
Crips, bloods!
If my face got on
the news, it'll be over.
Should have thought of that
before you saved
that girl, Corporal.
I wasn't thinking;
I was just reacting!
You see?
That's when you shine.
I can't help you now, anyway.
Not with my past.
Nobody has to
know about your past.
As far as the
world is concerned,
you're Corporal Keely Woods.
I've done enough!
You took somebody's life.
It'll never be enough.
Where are you going?
I don't know, sir.
Someplace where I can
just get my head cleared
from all of this.
I know someplace.
21 by ones.
That was on you, sir.
Ah! Hook shot.
Oh!
And one! And one!
20, 17.
You can play.
You played me pretty tough, sir.
It's not over yet, Corporal.
Yes, it is, sir.
You want to make this real?
You make this...
and I'm out of your life.
Now, you miss...
you miss, you take the stand.
That's funny, sir.
It's the only way
of getting me out
of your life, Corporal.
You set me up.
I'm just rolling
with the moment.
Come on.
So you'll walk away
and leave me alone?
That's what I said.
My mother, too?
Mm-hmm.
All right.
Is that supposed to frighten me?
Sir, if that's your
idea of trash talking,
I suggest you shut it down.
So you can learn something.
Now, follow the ball.
'Cause here it is.
There it goes.
Come and get it,
pokey-assed punk.
That's pokey-assed punk, sir.
That was a foul.
Come on, get up.
You took me out with your elbow.
Oh, now, whining doesn't
become you, marine.
What, you want
to take me on, huh?
You want to take me on?
You really want to
pull out the stops?
Who's that talking now, huh?
Is that Lamar?
Is this the marine
or the gangster?
Is that the killer...
or is it the hero?
Take your foul.
All right.
What do you say we shoot it off?
Call it and sink it.
First one to miss loses.
You shoot first.
Set shot.
Hook shot.
Do you swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the
truth, so help you god?
I do, ma'am.
Welcome, Corporal Woods.
Enter.
Just dropping off
your mail, Colonel.
Thanks, Tiner.
Everyone's talking
about the stunt
with the dog, ma'am.
Stunt?
Sorry, ma'am.
That was my word.
I'm sure it was the correct
strategy for the case.
I mean, he was old and
couldn't cut it anymore.
That's why he's in the
shelter, right, ma'am?
Why didn't you tell
me about Jingo?
I thought it might upset you.
I'm sorry.
What happened? He was
retired by the department
and Mr. Sharps'
wife was allergic.
There's nobody else?
Colonel, there
aren't many people
looking for a 12-year-old mutt
with cataracts.
He's doomed.
If I didn't have to
go back to Australia,
I would have taken
him myself, but...
I feel responsible.
Come on, no guilt.
It's not your fault.
How about I take you home?
Help you get over this.
We'll do anything you want.
No, I won't be good company.
That I can never believe.
Anything I want?
Now you're getting me excited.
MacKENZIE: I don't know
how this is going to work.
What I'm saying is...
I'm not sure I'm ready
for this kind of commitment
in my life right now.
We'll have to see how it goes
but I will tell you
one thing right now...
If you chew up my shoes...
it's over.
Corporal, we'd better
get out of here.
Go.
I'm worried about you.
I've known these boys since
they were soiling their diapers.
I can take care of myself.
You look just like your
dad in that uniform.