JAG (1995–2005): Season 6, Episode 16 - Retreat, Hell - full transcript
A civilian has sued the US because the Navy had held him in a brig for unauthorized absence -- because someone had stolen his identity, had enlisted by using it, and later went AWoL. Mic, having opened his own law firm in Washington, represents the man and asks for $2.5M. Harm and Bud settle with Mic. The admiral goes on a fishing trip in New Mexico, and Gunny, at his request, goes on a trip, also to New Mexico, to pick up a Marine belatedly accused of desertion (after his action at the Chosin Reservoir in Korea in 1950) and to escort him to Washington. Gunny and his prisoner take a contrived detour, wreck their car, and come under fire, and the admiral joins the firefight. After a resolution of the charge of desertion, the Marine receives the Navy Cross in an official ceremony. Meanwhile Harm turns over in the admiral's chair, hits his head, and experiences pleasant delusions about Mac.
MAN: What you afraid of?
( panting)
You hear something, Rafael?
Shh...
( gunfire)
( yelling)
Grenade!
( groaning)
No!!
Aah!
Ahh!
( yelling)
( yelling)
( shouting indistinctly)
( gunfire continues)
( gunfire ceases)
Private First Class
Rafael Jesus Rivera filed
for his VA benefits
three months ago.
Private Rivera served with
the First Marine Division
during the Chosin
Reservoir Campaign.
One of the "Chosin Few."
Correct.
"The night of 28 November, 1950,
"during the battle for the
high ground on Fox Hill,
"Private Rivera acquitted
himself with distinction.
He was wounded three times."
So, what's the problem, sir?
Well, when the
Veteran's Administration
went to process his 21-526,
they discovered
that Private Rivera
had never been discharged
from the Marine
Corps. He deserted?
April 4, 1951.
Walked away from
Kirkland VA Hospital,
Albuquerque, New Mexico.
Never to be heard from again.
And now he's filed
for veteran's benefits?
Why would he do that?
I don't have a clue.
Does anyone care
at this late date?
Care to answer that
question, Colonel?
There's no statute
of limitations
on desertion, Bud.
You run away from
the Marine Corps,
we chase you
all the way to hell.
See, Private Rivera's
being held by the Sheriff
at Angel Falls, Tierra
County, New Mexico,
pending our
instructions. Colonel?
I'll take care of him, sir.
Thank you, Colonel. That
will be all. Aye, aye, sir.
Seems like our
week for deserters.
"Seaman Owen Zuggler."
He was picked up for running
a red light in the District.
He apparently had an
unauthorized absence
from his ship at Norfolk.
Spent 30 days in the brig,
during which time he
claimed he was not in the navy.
Seems like a pretty
lame excuse, sir.
Easy to check.
Turns out the man
who spent 30 days
in the brig is
indeed a civilian.
An unknown man stole
his Social Security
number and used it to enlist.
Mr. Zuggler has
retained counsel.
Since you'll be acting
JAG while I'm gone,
Lieutenant Roberts
will handle the case
under your
supervision. Yes, sir.
The colonel filled in last time,
did an excellent job.
Yes, sir, and I filled in
the time before that, sir.
( chuckles)
A car and driver
waiting outside, Admiral.
Here's your plane ticket, sir.
Row 12, on the aisle.
There's a rental car waiting
at the Albuquerque
International Sunport.
Have a good trip, sir.
Thanks, Tiner.
Good morning, sir. New rod?
Scott Eclipse.
Weighs 2.9 ounces.
Medium fast action?
Highest line speed.
What kind of flies
are you using, sir?
Well, I was thinking about
a Blue Winged Olive
and a Pale Morning Dun.
Outstanding choices, sir.
Tell my sister hello. I will.
Gunny, I really appreciate
you setting this up for me.
Maria's the best
fishing guide in the state.
She booked you
on a private lake.
You won't be disappointed.
Great.
How do you like me
to handle this case, sir?
Cheaply.
Sir?
The Admiral's on a
cost-cutting jag, Bud.
No pun intended.
He's counting the paper clips.
So, we are going to show him
how much money we can save.
Whoa!
Sir.
Sir, are you all right?
I'm fine.
Here, sir. Come on.
Whoa, whoa.
Are you sure that maybe
you don't want to lay down
and put some ice on it?
Commander, I am fine.
Lieutenant, have a seat.
Sit down. I'm good.
Make arrangements for
the Absentee Collection Unit
to bring Private Rivera
back from Angel Falls.
I want everything
you can find on him:
service records,
medical history,
in particular if there's any
incidents of mental illness.
And see if you can locate
anyone who remembers him
from the Marine Corps.
Where are we going
with this, ma'am?
I want to know why
Private Rivera deserted.
And if I don't like the answer,
I'll see to it that he's
dishonorably discharged
so that he'll never
receive the benefits
that should rightly go to men
who met their full obligations.
Ma'am, the men who
served at Chosin Reservoir
were about the bravest Marines
who ever wore the
Eagle, Globe and Anchor.
They were outnumbered
ten to one, ma'am.
They suffered 7,000
casualties out of 15,000 men.
It was so damn cold there
that the water in
their canteens froze.
They couldn't
eat their C-rations,
so they existed on a
diet of Tootsie Rolls,
and they fought to the last man.
I know the history, Gunny.
I don't think a Marine
who served at Chosin
would just walk away from
the Marine Corps, ma'am.
Well, it looks like
that's just what he did.
( knock on door)
Good day, Bud.
Oh, Mic, she's not here.
Actually, it's you who I
came to see, Lieutenant.
Really?
I represent Owen Zuggler.
I came by to see if we
could reach a settlement
and save the navy
the cost of going to trial.
How did Mr. Zuggler find you?
Actually, I found him.
I saw the news reports
and gave him a call.
I've started my own firm.
"Brumby and Brumby."
I do the work of two men.
As you know, there
are numerous people
who have grievances
with the navy,
so I'm going to
become their voice.
Does the colonel know
about your new specialty?
No. So far it hasn't come up.
Mr. Zuggler's suing the navy
for false arrest and imprisonment,
loss of wages
and damages to his
physical and mental health.
He wants compensation for
his pain and suffering, Bud,
and punitive damages.
He's willing to settle
the case for $2.5 million.
( chuckles)
The navy made an
honest mistake, Mic.
I mean, we're prepared
to offer a settlement.
But Mr. Zuggler is
a short order cook.
He makes... $6.72 an hour,
which works out
to $268.80 a week.
He was out of
work for four weeks,
which comes to... $1,075.20.
I'll double that to $2,000.
I'll add $500 for
his inconvenience.
Inconvenience?
My client was in
the brig for 30 days.
Where he was housed and
fed at government expense
to the tune of $43 a day,
which, you'll notice,
I am not deducting
from his lost wages.
Two million.
$5,000.
Ten.
Twenty, tops.
That's chump change, Bud.
Is that the best you can offer?
I can arrange a meeting
with Commander Rabb
if you would like.
Tomorrow, at the latest.
The night of November 28, 1950,
Fox Company was
dug in on the ridge line
a mile east of the
Chosin Reservoir.
The temperature was
35 below that night.
We had to work the
slides in our carbines
to keep them from seizing up.
We had 13 cases of frostbite.
The Chinese threw a whole
damned regiment against us.
No one expected to
get off that hill alive.
We just wanted to kill as
many Gooks as possible
so as not to let down
our fellow Marines.
Colonel Hazard, what part did
Private Rivera play that night?
I'd put Private Rivera,
Private Barksdale
and five others
out on the perimeter
with good fields of fire.
Private Rivera was
wounded three times that night
but he fought the enemy off.
And Fox Company was
the only thing that stood
between the Gooks and
what was left of First Division.
So I guess you
could say he saved
a hell of a lot of
lives that night.
Him and Barksdale.
I was going to put Rivera
up for the Navy Cross.
I even filled out the paperwork.
But when I found
out he deserted...
I kept hold of this.
Kind of a souvenir.
What kind of man
was Private Rivera?
He wasn't a man,
Colonel. He was 18.
He was 17, sir.
He lied about his age to
get in the Marine Corps.
I didn't know him all that well.
I didn't speak Spanish,
and he didn't speak a
hell of a lot of English.
The Corps took them
like that back then,
as long as they understood
Semper Fi and "follow me."
Were you surprised when
he deserted, Colonel?
I was remembering
what Bill Mauldin said.
"Look into an
infantryman's eyes,
and you can tell how
much war he's seen."
Well, at Chosin,
we all saw too much.
That doesn't excuse
Private Rivera.
No, but it may
explain what he did.
There were Marines at Chosin
who'd fought on Iwo
Jima and Tarawa.
They said Chosin was the
hardest battle they'd ever been in.
Even Genghis
Khan didn't go there.
Ma'am, I'd like
orders to New Mexico
to pick up Private Rivera.
Why not let the Absentee
Collection Unit handle it?
It'll be low priority
for them, ma'am.
It'll be a couple of weeks
before they can
pick up the prisoner.
Meanwhile, Private
Rivera just sits in his cell.
Why is this so
important to you, Gunny?
I looked at his
paperwork, Colonel.
He's old, poor...
Hispanic.
Because he's a Marine, ma'am.
There's no statute of
limitations on heroism.
( sighs): I'll have to clear
it with Commander Rabb.
He controls all the
assignments this week.
( elevator door opens)
Thank you, ma'am.
( door opens)
It's going to rain
this afternoon.
It's perfect weather
for making love.
Well, you ought to
know, sweet thing.
Harm?
Harm?
What are you doing?
Uh...
just checking.
( clears throat)
What happened to your head?
Admiral's chair fell
out from under me.
Are you okay? Yeah, of course.
You called me "sweet thing."
Why would I say that?
A-And, um, wh-what
exactly was it that I'd know?
Did you want something?
I want you to authorize orders.
I want to send
Gunny to New Mexico
to pick up my prisoner.
Fine by me.
No argument?
Not at the moment.
But maybe something
will come up.
Okay.
( door closes)
"Sweet thing"?
Look at that.
They sent a Mexican
to pick up a Mexican.
Sheriff said we had
two more weeks.
If Rivera makes it across
the county line, we're ruined.
Only if he crosses
the county line alive.
( shower running)
Mac?
What are you doing here?
Well, a girl can't get
too much of a good thing.
So, I was hoping we'd pick up
where we left off last night.
Harm.
Mac.
Harm!
Did you just call me "Mac"?
No.
Well, it sure sounded like that.
But why would I call you Mac?
I mean, I know the difference
between you and Mac.
And what would that be?
Other than the fact that
her boobs are bigger?
You're more entertaining.
Harm, don't ever tell
a girl she's entertaining
unless she's a stripper.
No, I-I-I meant...
I know what you meant.
I've always been
the class clown.
But, actually, not everybody
finds me to be entertaining.
It might surprise you to know
that some people
find me obnoxious.
Would you please say
something so I can stop babbling?
Stop babbling, Renée.
Well, I suppose I should
be counting my blessings.
Despite the blow to your head,
you still liked me
well enough last night.
Mmm...
( chuckles)
I'm losing my mind.
Gunnery Sergeant Victor
Galindez reporting, Sheriff.
Wasn't expecting you, Galindez.
These are my orders authorizing
the transport of Private Rivera.
Last I heard, some chaser
from the Absentee Collection Unit
was due here 11 days from now.
There's been a
change of plans, Sheriff.
Sure seems like you're
going to an awful lot of trouble
for some borracho.
Think you can
handle him yourself?
Well, he's 67 years
old, he'll be handcuffed.
I think I can manage.
When he was younger, he'd have
given you a run for your money.
I'm going to need you to
sign out for the prisoner.
He's all yours.
Is he difficult?
He's, uh, stubborn...
like a lot of you people.
He and I, we've had
our troubles before.
During picking season,
Rivera'd get into fights
on Saturday night,
and he'd sweat off his drunk
in my jail cell on
Sunday morning.
Back in the '70s, he
stole a pickup truck.
He wasn't the kind of
man that knew his place.
Now, what place
is that, Sheriff?
Angel Falls is my town.
This is my county.
I've been the law
here for 33 years,
and I have a very low
tolerance for disobedience,
civil or uncivil.
We take care of our own here.
You sure there
are fish in this lake?
Got six trout here last week.
There you go.
Good stroke, Admiral.
A nice tight loop.
There's really no trick to it.
You just have to be
smarter than the fish.
It was a lot easier to
fish when I was young.
I used to catch
1,500 fish a day.
You're kidding.
No. Used to throw
a hand grenade over
the side of a patrol boat.
Have enough for lunch.
Hell, one time
I threw in a stick of dynamite,
killed enough fish
to feed an entire
Vietnamese village.
( laughs)
My brother told me
you had a sense
of humor, Admiral.
I mean, not that we
talk about you a lot.
Of course, you are
worth talking about.
Maria, I bore myself sometimes.
I wonder why anybody
even pays attention.
'Cause you are the big fish.
GALINDEZ: There
are several questions
I am required to ask
you, Private Rivera
before you can be transported.
I have not been a
private for 50 years.
Technically, you still are
a member of the United
States Marine Corps,
subject to its rules
and regulations.
You feeling depressed?
You come 2,000
miles to ask me that?
Have you had any thoughts
of taking your own life?
When you get to be my
age, Gunnery Sergeant,
every day is very precious.
Every breath.
No, I don't want
to cut my life short.
Feeling angry?
What does it matter?
Is your anger so great
that you're a threat
to yourself or others?
I have not killed
anybody in 50 years.
Stand up, please.
¿Tambien regulaciones?
Si.
RABB: Let me get this straight.
The Marine Corps took
Mr. Zuggler, a civilian,
put him in the
brig for two weeks,
and then knowing they
had the wrong man,
they held him for an
additional two weeks?
They tasked him
with policing the area.
That's not hard time.
Bud, you can't go around
plucking innocent
civilians off the street
and throwing them in the brig.
But, sir, the navy made
an honest mistake.
But it's not worth $2 million.
Brumby wants too much.
Oh, that's just Brumby.
What's just Brumby?
Oh, I was saying that his
reach far exceeds his grasp.
Not in my case.
So, have you heard
from New Mexico?
The admiral checked
in via cell phone.
He has caught three trout.
Yeah, apparently,
the gunny's sister
is a very good guide.
Valerie fishes?
I never thought
she'd leave the mall.
Not Valerie. Maria.
Gunny has four sisters, Bud.
MacKENZIE: So, counting airfare,
car rental, fly rod and lodging,
that comes to $400 a fish.
It's closer to $500.
Hey, guys. Hey.
I thought our lunch is at 1:00.
BRUMBY: Yeah, it is.
Lieutenant, have you discussed
my offer with the commander?
What offer?
Uh, Mr. Brumby is
representing Mr. Zuggler.
You didn't, uh, tell
me you had a new job.
Small potatoes.
$2 million is not
small potatoes.
So, Commander?
Not even in the ballpark.
Then make me an offer.
$25,000.
Out of the question.
$30,000. Take it or leave it.
You have 15 seconds to decide.
If you want to play hardball,
mate, I'll see you in court.
I'll see you at 1:00, Sarah.
"Brumby and Brumby."
"1-800-SUE-NAVY."
It does not say
"1-800-SUE-NAVY."
ROBERTS: Commander?
Sir?
Are you all right?
Of course I'm all right.
Why do people
keep asking me that?
Well, you look a
little spacey, sir.
You ever see things?
Like UFOs, sir?
No, no, no, no.
I mean, like, you know,
things that aren't there.
No. Actually, no, sir.
Let's say that you did
and that these things...
challenged the assumptions
by which you led your life.
They, uh, seemed to lead you
in a different direction.
What direction, sir?
Away.
But none of it is real?
I mean, who's to say what's
real and what's illusion, huh?
The Moody Blues?
( chuckles)
Thanks, Bud.
You've been a big help.
Sir, have you considered an MRI?
Take care. I'll see you soon.
Should I congratulate
you on your new career?
Well, that's what
I would expect.
This is the second time
you've gotten a new
job without telling me.
Sarah, every time
I do something,
I don't want to have
to climb over you.
You have to trust what
I'm doing is the right thing.
Trust that I'm not
working against us.
Besides, I'm only taking
advantage of what I know best.
What, litigating
against the navy?
What do you do, Sarah?
Either prosecute individual
servicemen and women
or defend them,
often by attacking the
institution of the navy.
How is that different
from what I'm doing?
( elevator door opens)
Except you get to
wear the uniform.
Where are you headed?
Albuquerque
International Sunport.
Have a safe trip.
( car door closes)
( car engine starts)
Make sure they don't get there.
What about the Marine?
He may be a Marine, but
he's just another beaner to me.
That new?
Sheriff got it for me.
No paper trail.
We should've burned Rivera
in that damn rusty trailer of
his when we had the chance.
There was no
point in killing him
before it was time, Felton.
Hell, he's an old man.
He might've died natural
before his case ever went to trial.
Besides, Rivera's
not that bad of a guy.
Jim, the only reason
that nice old man
ain't dead already is
he got arrested by the Marines.
There's no way the
sheriff is going to kill him
in his own jail.
Loaded them myself.
Extra powder and ball bearings
instead of buckshot.
Eight to a shell.
We can't just shoot them.
We only got between
here and Albuquerque.
You kill a Mexican,
the sheriff can fix it,
but you shoot a Marine...
We got to do this smart, Felton.
Rivera makes it out alive
he's going to take your land
and mine and the sheriff's
and a lot more besides.
Take these damn things off.
It's against regs.
You don't trust me?
Why I should trust you?
Because I'm on your
side, Private Rivera,
and I have been from the start.
So, what we have here is
some wetback pissing
by the side of the road.
Do whatever you want,
you're about to
own half the county.
How I know you're on my side?
Well, for starters,
I made the arrangements
to come out here
two weeks ahead of time.
Otherwise, you'd still
be cooling your heels
over at that Angel Falls jail.
Why?
Why you helping me?
Because, Private Rivera,
at Chosin Reservoir,
you showed great
bravery under fire.
Do you know Lieutenant
Hazard submitted you
for the Navy Cross?
"For daringly exposing himself
"to machine guns, grenades
"and small arms fire
"and holding his
position in the face
of overwhelming odds."
You were wounded
three times, but
you kept on fighting.
You risked your life to
save a wounded comrade.
I was young.
I didn't know no better.
Is that why you walked
away from the Marine Corps,
Private Rivera, because
you didn't know better?
I was not educated
when I joined.
My English no good.
Half of the time I don't
understand what they say to me.
Why did you enlist?
Because all my life,
I wanted to get the hell away
from New Mexico
and see the world, but
all I saw was a lot of guys
puking in the hold of
some damned troop ship
and the top of a
freezing hill in Korea.
That was not the
world I wanted to see.
Is that why you deserted?
I am not a deserter!
Well, then, how do
you explain the fact
that you never
reported back for duty?
After they airlifted
me back to the States,
it took a long time
for my wounds to heal.
At the beginning, I
felt sorry for myself.
Then I saw men
with no legs, no arms.
Some of them
could not move at all.
So I stop feeling
sorry for myself.
After five months, the doctor
told me I was discharged,
that I was free to go.
I could return home.
Entonces me fui para mi casa.
Well, if you don't think
that you're a deserter,
how come you never
applied for benefits until now?
Because until now,
I need no money.
Now, I have to pay lawyers.
Just how much
trouble are you in?
Not too much.
I can handle it.
You think, uh... I
have to do brig time?
That's not for me to
say, Private Rivera.
I'm only a gunnery sergeant.
No, señor.
The staff NCOs run
the Marine Corps.
( chuckles)
Yeah, don't tell the officers.
Look... Rafael,
I'm going to do everything
I can to help you.
Really?
Yeah, really.
( handcuffs releasing)
Gracias.
De nada.
MARIA: Oh, someday I
hope Victor will come back
to where he belongs
and find a wife.
CHEGWIDDEN: I
wouldn't count on it, Maria.
He's excelling where he is.
Does he know that?
Of course.
You've told him.
Well, not in so many words.
But he'd know if he
had a problem with you.
( chuckling): They all know.
( chuckles)
So, have you ever
thought about leaving here?
No, not when I'm out
here on this lake, Admiral.
Oh, I understand that.
It's A.J.
What do you do when
you're not a fishing guide?
I'm a paralegal with a law firm.
I spend my time going through
dusty records in libraries.
All you see here was once
owned by Spanish landowners, A.J.
It was taken from them by
force a hundred years ago.
Now they're all
fighting to get it back.
You're talking about land
that's been owned by others
for generations.
Not owned, A.J., stolen.
Probably make a case both ways.
Yeah, well, sometimes
a little too forcefully.
A lawyer handling one of
our most promising trials
was shot to death last year.
( cell phone rings)
I hate these damn things.
Then why do you carry one?
Because I'm indispensable.
Excuse me.
Sure.
Chegwidden.
I'm sorry to bother
you, Admiral.
We're about 40 miles
from Eagle Nest Lake, sir.
With your authorization,
I'd like to make a
detour to Cibola.
Gunny?
Yes, sir.
What the hell are you
doing in New Mexico?
I'm picking up the
colonel's prisoner, sir.
Did Commander
Rabb authorize this?
Yes, sir.
What the hell did he
do, fall on his head?
Uh, pretty much, sir.
Uh, sir, Private Rivera's
requested the opportunity
to return to his home in Cibola
to retrieve certain
personal effects.
Well, surely someone
can... can forward them.
Well, he lives alone, sir,
in a trailer out in the
middle of nowhere,
and he's afraid his things
won't be there when he returns.
Sir, Private
Rivera's an old man.
He doesn't have much, but what
he does have means a lot to him.
This is a job, Gunny.
Don't let it get personal.
Sir, I believe there's been a
miscarriage of justice here.
It's my firm belief
that Private Rivera
did not desert from
the Marine Corps.
All right.
You know Eagle Nest Lake.
Oh, yes, sir.
I've fished on that
lake since I was a kid.
Go to Cibola, bring your
prisoner to the trailhead.
Call me when you get there.
I'll come down.
Maybe we can work something out.
Yes, sir.
RENÉE: Roses!
Okay, flyboy,
what's the occasion?
Promotion? Birthday?
Anniversary?
Are you dumping me?
( chuckling)
I just spent 60 bucks on roses.
Yeah, they're always nice to you
right before they kick you out.
"They?"
People of your gender.
I'm not kicking you out.
Harm, you called me Mac.
Is she your dream girl?
You want to know the truth?
I can handle it.
I've been doing
some thinking lately.
About Mac coming
out of your shower
clothed only in raindrops?
( chuckles)
Sorry.
I...
Are you in love with her?
Come on, Renée.
We fight like cats and dogs.
Besides, she's getting
married soon, remember?
Remember?
I'm counting the days.
Harm, tell her to get
out of your dreams,
and then you can have me,
and I can have my miracle.
I know one thing.
I want you in my life.
Not as second best?
I want to show you something.
Oh, God...
They were beautiful.
You know what I
remember most about them?
Hmm?
The laughter.
The joy they took
in one another.
It's the prize in the
box of Cracker Jack.
It's what every woman
wants to be, Harm.
That's what she was to him.
Vamos.
Yo estoy listo.
Gracias.
Mm-hmm.
( engine starts)
We had a wet winter.
A lot of washouts.
What happens if we go right?
Oh, it's a long way around,
but we'll get to the lake.
( gasps)
( man shouting)
( groans)
¿Estas bien?
No soy rompio nada.
( splattering)
Gasoline.
Fuego.
Go, go!
( groaning)
Levantate.
Got him! Yeah.
Dame el brazo.
Where the hell you going?!
You don't hunt a
wounded animal at night.
The Marine can
still travel, Jim,
and the borracho's not hit.
They won't get far, Felton.
We can track
them at first light.
( groaning)
( panting)
How many rounds you got left?
Two mags of 15 rounds each.
Get my cell phone.
( groans)
You got shot right
through the phone.
( groans)
( car exploding in distance)
( groans)
You know what you're doing?
I got practice getting shot.
( groaning)
Still no answer?
Out of service. This
is not like Victor.
Well, a lot of things could
have happened last night.
Flat tire... he could've
run off the road.
Victor was a Deputy in Taos.
He has friends in
law enforcement.
I know they'll be
able to help us.
Call them. Tell
them your brother
was transporting a prisoner,
Rafael Jesus Rivera.
When last in contact,
he was taking Private
Rivera to his trailer at Cibola.
Why didn't you
tell me this sooner?
Well, it wasn't your
business sooner.
I know where to
find Rafael, A.J.
He was a client of
the murdered lawyer.
One seventy-five.
Eighty, 80,000
with the written
understanding that Mr. Zuggler
cannot disclose the
amount of the settlement.
Done.
And give no interviews
to any publications
including, but not limited to
the National Enquirer
and People Magazine.
Lieutenant, that may adversely
affect the ability of my client
to make up the
losses he suffered
at the hands of the navy.
Come on, Mic,
we've heard all this.
Now, your client has a
legitimate beef, granted.
But you were in the navy.
You want to see the
Service subject to ridicule?
I need to think of my client.
Who's being well taken care of.
And now it's time to
consider the greater good.
What, are you appealing
to my better angels?
Exactly.
Besides, you're not going
to do better than $80,000.
Done.
I'll see you, then, um, at
the wedding, if not before.
You set a date?
That's what Sarah and I
are going to do at lunch.
Well, huh.
The sooner the better, huh?
Yeah.
Never too soon to
hook up a good thing.
Lieutenant.
Cheers, mate.
That was masterful, sir.
You're his new best buddy.
You misjudge him, Bud.
Brumby's not so bad
once you get used to him.
( knock at door)
Is something wrong?
Harm, why are you staring at me?
You're out of uniform.
Right?
I, I changed in the ladies room.
I'm going to lunch with Mic.
Oh, and did I tell you I'm
taking the afternoon off?
No. No, you failed
to mention that.
Hmm.
It's a, it's a big day
for you two, huh?
Yeah, it is.
You know, Mic said
that you were fair, friendly.
Well, come on.
You and I are friends.
And, you know, Mic's
going to be your husband.
So, it's only fitting that
he and I should be friends.
Sir...
about that MRI...
( groaning)
¿Como te sientes?
Como si me piso una troca.
A ver.
You got a fever.
( distant rustling) Do
you hear something?
Yeah.
They're out there.
Hey, Rafe, who are these guys?
Does it matter?
If I'm going to get killed,
I want to know why.
These men want my land.
What?!
A lawyer come to me
two, three years ago and told me
I have a claim to a
hundred thousand acres
that was given to my
grandfather's grandfather.
The lawyer says I have
good chance to win lawsuit.
That means I'm
going to be very rich.
( groans) Muevate,
muevate, mueve para aca.
You know...
they say a rich man
dies just like poor man.
( gunshot)
Thirty aught six.
Maybe they're hunters.
( gunshots)
People hunt with nine
millimeter pistols around here?
Uh, call the Taos
Sheriff's Department again.
Tell them we need a
chopper out here fast.
Okay.
Can you travel?
( gunshot)
No.
( gunshot)
¡Muevate para aca!
¡Muevate para aca!
Listen, Rafe, just get
the hell out of here.
Yo no puedo
dejarte solo, hombre.
Pretend you're a damn
Marine and just follow orders.
I'm out of practice.
( gunshot)
Entonces... que
pasara contigo, huh?
What the hell was that?
( growling)
Ayudame. Dame fuerza.
Dame fuerza.
Gunny!
Over here, sir!
( panting)
Despacio, despacio.
Any more?
No, sir.
( panting)
You all right?
I have been hurt
worse before, Admiral.
Sure am glad to see you, sir.
Who the hell are you?
Private Rafael
Jesus Rivera, sir.
Huh.
ADJUTANT: Attention to Orders.
"The President of
the United States
"takes pleasure in
presenting the Navy Cross
"to Private First Class
Rafael Jesus Rivera
"for extraordinary
heroism as a rifleman
"with the First Marine
Division in action
"against enemy forces in Korea
"on November 28, 1950.
"While severely outnumbered,
"Private Rivera
continued to fight,
"while exposing himself
"to intense machine gun,
grenade and small arms fire.
"Although seriously wounded,
"he was able to
hold his position,
"which was vital to
the mission of his unit.
"His great personal courage
and valiant fighting spirit
"in the face of tremendous odds
"reflect great
credit upon himself
and the United
States Naval Service."
Congratulations, Rivera.
Thank you, sir.
ADJUTANT: Order! Hut!
( panting)
You hear something, Rafael?
Shh...
( gunfire)
( yelling)
Grenade!
( groaning)
No!!
Aah!
Ahh!
( yelling)
( yelling)
( shouting indistinctly)
( gunfire continues)
( gunfire ceases)
Private First Class
Rafael Jesus Rivera filed
for his VA benefits
three months ago.
Private Rivera served with
the First Marine Division
during the Chosin
Reservoir Campaign.
One of the "Chosin Few."
Correct.
"The night of 28 November, 1950,
"during the battle for the
high ground on Fox Hill,
"Private Rivera acquitted
himself with distinction.
He was wounded three times."
So, what's the problem, sir?
Well, when the
Veteran's Administration
went to process his 21-526,
they discovered
that Private Rivera
had never been discharged
from the Marine
Corps. He deserted?
April 4, 1951.
Walked away from
Kirkland VA Hospital,
Albuquerque, New Mexico.
Never to be heard from again.
And now he's filed
for veteran's benefits?
Why would he do that?
I don't have a clue.
Does anyone care
at this late date?
Care to answer that
question, Colonel?
There's no statute
of limitations
on desertion, Bud.
You run away from
the Marine Corps,
we chase you
all the way to hell.
See, Private Rivera's
being held by the Sheriff
at Angel Falls, Tierra
County, New Mexico,
pending our
instructions. Colonel?
I'll take care of him, sir.
Thank you, Colonel. That
will be all. Aye, aye, sir.
Seems like our
week for deserters.
"Seaman Owen Zuggler."
He was picked up for running
a red light in the District.
He apparently had an
unauthorized absence
from his ship at Norfolk.
Spent 30 days in the brig,
during which time he
claimed he was not in the navy.
Seems like a pretty
lame excuse, sir.
Easy to check.
Turns out the man
who spent 30 days
in the brig is
indeed a civilian.
An unknown man stole
his Social Security
number and used it to enlist.
Mr. Zuggler has
retained counsel.
Since you'll be acting
JAG while I'm gone,
Lieutenant Roberts
will handle the case
under your
supervision. Yes, sir.
The colonel filled in last time,
did an excellent job.
Yes, sir, and I filled in
the time before that, sir.
( chuckles)
A car and driver
waiting outside, Admiral.
Here's your plane ticket, sir.
Row 12, on the aisle.
There's a rental car waiting
at the Albuquerque
International Sunport.
Have a good trip, sir.
Thanks, Tiner.
Good morning, sir. New rod?
Scott Eclipse.
Weighs 2.9 ounces.
Medium fast action?
Highest line speed.
What kind of flies
are you using, sir?
Well, I was thinking about
a Blue Winged Olive
and a Pale Morning Dun.
Outstanding choices, sir.
Tell my sister hello. I will.
Gunny, I really appreciate
you setting this up for me.
Maria's the best
fishing guide in the state.
She booked you
on a private lake.
You won't be disappointed.
Great.
How do you like me
to handle this case, sir?
Cheaply.
Sir?
The Admiral's on a
cost-cutting jag, Bud.
No pun intended.
He's counting the paper clips.
So, we are going to show him
how much money we can save.
Whoa!
Sir.
Sir, are you all right?
I'm fine.
Here, sir. Come on.
Whoa, whoa.
Are you sure that maybe
you don't want to lay down
and put some ice on it?
Commander, I am fine.
Lieutenant, have a seat.
Sit down. I'm good.
Make arrangements for
the Absentee Collection Unit
to bring Private Rivera
back from Angel Falls.
I want everything
you can find on him:
service records,
medical history,
in particular if there's any
incidents of mental illness.
And see if you can locate
anyone who remembers him
from the Marine Corps.
Where are we going
with this, ma'am?
I want to know why
Private Rivera deserted.
And if I don't like the answer,
I'll see to it that he's
dishonorably discharged
so that he'll never
receive the benefits
that should rightly go to men
who met their full obligations.
Ma'am, the men who
served at Chosin Reservoir
were about the bravest Marines
who ever wore the
Eagle, Globe and Anchor.
They were outnumbered
ten to one, ma'am.
They suffered 7,000
casualties out of 15,000 men.
It was so damn cold there
that the water in
their canteens froze.
They couldn't
eat their C-rations,
so they existed on a
diet of Tootsie Rolls,
and they fought to the last man.
I know the history, Gunny.
I don't think a Marine
who served at Chosin
would just walk away from
the Marine Corps, ma'am.
Well, it looks like
that's just what he did.
( knock on door)
Good day, Bud.
Oh, Mic, she's not here.
Actually, it's you who I
came to see, Lieutenant.
Really?
I represent Owen Zuggler.
I came by to see if we
could reach a settlement
and save the navy
the cost of going to trial.
How did Mr. Zuggler find you?
Actually, I found him.
I saw the news reports
and gave him a call.
I've started my own firm.
"Brumby and Brumby."
I do the work of two men.
As you know, there
are numerous people
who have grievances
with the navy,
so I'm going to
become their voice.
Does the colonel know
about your new specialty?
No. So far it hasn't come up.
Mr. Zuggler's suing the navy
for false arrest and imprisonment,
loss of wages
and damages to his
physical and mental health.
He wants compensation for
his pain and suffering, Bud,
and punitive damages.
He's willing to settle
the case for $2.5 million.
( chuckles)
The navy made an
honest mistake, Mic.
I mean, we're prepared
to offer a settlement.
But Mr. Zuggler is
a short order cook.
He makes... $6.72 an hour,
which works out
to $268.80 a week.
He was out of
work for four weeks,
which comes to... $1,075.20.
I'll double that to $2,000.
I'll add $500 for
his inconvenience.
Inconvenience?
My client was in
the brig for 30 days.
Where he was housed and
fed at government expense
to the tune of $43 a day,
which, you'll notice,
I am not deducting
from his lost wages.
Two million.
$5,000.
Ten.
Twenty, tops.
That's chump change, Bud.
Is that the best you can offer?
I can arrange a meeting
with Commander Rabb
if you would like.
Tomorrow, at the latest.
The night of November 28, 1950,
Fox Company was
dug in on the ridge line
a mile east of the
Chosin Reservoir.
The temperature was
35 below that night.
We had to work the
slides in our carbines
to keep them from seizing up.
We had 13 cases of frostbite.
The Chinese threw a whole
damned regiment against us.
No one expected to
get off that hill alive.
We just wanted to kill as
many Gooks as possible
so as not to let down
our fellow Marines.
Colonel Hazard, what part did
Private Rivera play that night?
I'd put Private Rivera,
Private Barksdale
and five others
out on the perimeter
with good fields of fire.
Private Rivera was
wounded three times that night
but he fought the enemy off.
And Fox Company was
the only thing that stood
between the Gooks and
what was left of First Division.
So I guess you
could say he saved
a hell of a lot of
lives that night.
Him and Barksdale.
I was going to put Rivera
up for the Navy Cross.
I even filled out the paperwork.
But when I found
out he deserted...
I kept hold of this.
Kind of a souvenir.
What kind of man
was Private Rivera?
He wasn't a man,
Colonel. He was 18.
He was 17, sir.
He lied about his age to
get in the Marine Corps.
I didn't know him all that well.
I didn't speak Spanish,
and he didn't speak a
hell of a lot of English.
The Corps took them
like that back then,
as long as they understood
Semper Fi and "follow me."
Were you surprised when
he deserted, Colonel?
I was remembering
what Bill Mauldin said.
"Look into an
infantryman's eyes,
and you can tell how
much war he's seen."
Well, at Chosin,
we all saw too much.
That doesn't excuse
Private Rivera.
No, but it may
explain what he did.
There were Marines at Chosin
who'd fought on Iwo
Jima and Tarawa.
They said Chosin was the
hardest battle they'd ever been in.
Even Genghis
Khan didn't go there.
Ma'am, I'd like
orders to New Mexico
to pick up Private Rivera.
Why not let the Absentee
Collection Unit handle it?
It'll be low priority
for them, ma'am.
It'll be a couple of weeks
before they can
pick up the prisoner.
Meanwhile, Private
Rivera just sits in his cell.
Why is this so
important to you, Gunny?
I looked at his
paperwork, Colonel.
He's old, poor...
Hispanic.
Because he's a Marine, ma'am.
There's no statute of
limitations on heroism.
( sighs): I'll have to clear
it with Commander Rabb.
He controls all the
assignments this week.
( elevator door opens)
Thank you, ma'am.
( door opens)
It's going to rain
this afternoon.
It's perfect weather
for making love.
Well, you ought to
know, sweet thing.
Harm?
Harm?
What are you doing?
Uh...
just checking.
( clears throat)
What happened to your head?
Admiral's chair fell
out from under me.
Are you okay? Yeah, of course.
You called me "sweet thing."
Why would I say that?
A-And, um, wh-what
exactly was it that I'd know?
Did you want something?
I want you to authorize orders.
I want to send
Gunny to New Mexico
to pick up my prisoner.
Fine by me.
No argument?
Not at the moment.
But maybe something
will come up.
Okay.
( door closes)
"Sweet thing"?
Look at that.
They sent a Mexican
to pick up a Mexican.
Sheriff said we had
two more weeks.
If Rivera makes it across
the county line, we're ruined.
Only if he crosses
the county line alive.
( shower running)
Mac?
What are you doing here?
Well, a girl can't get
too much of a good thing.
So, I was hoping we'd pick up
where we left off last night.
Harm.
Mac.
Harm!
Did you just call me "Mac"?
No.
Well, it sure sounded like that.
But why would I call you Mac?
I mean, I know the difference
between you and Mac.
And what would that be?
Other than the fact that
her boobs are bigger?
You're more entertaining.
Harm, don't ever tell
a girl she's entertaining
unless she's a stripper.
No, I-I-I meant...
I know what you meant.
I've always been
the class clown.
But, actually, not everybody
finds me to be entertaining.
It might surprise you to know
that some people
find me obnoxious.
Would you please say
something so I can stop babbling?
Stop babbling, Renée.
Well, I suppose I should
be counting my blessings.
Despite the blow to your head,
you still liked me
well enough last night.
Mmm...
( chuckles)
I'm losing my mind.
Gunnery Sergeant Victor
Galindez reporting, Sheriff.
Wasn't expecting you, Galindez.
These are my orders authorizing
the transport of Private Rivera.
Last I heard, some chaser
from the Absentee Collection Unit
was due here 11 days from now.
There's been a
change of plans, Sheriff.
Sure seems like you're
going to an awful lot of trouble
for some borracho.
Think you can
handle him yourself?
Well, he's 67 years
old, he'll be handcuffed.
I think I can manage.
When he was younger, he'd have
given you a run for your money.
I'm going to need you to
sign out for the prisoner.
He's all yours.
Is he difficult?
He's, uh, stubborn...
like a lot of you people.
He and I, we've had
our troubles before.
During picking season,
Rivera'd get into fights
on Saturday night,
and he'd sweat off his drunk
in my jail cell on
Sunday morning.
Back in the '70s, he
stole a pickup truck.
He wasn't the kind of
man that knew his place.
Now, what place
is that, Sheriff?
Angel Falls is my town.
This is my county.
I've been the law
here for 33 years,
and I have a very low
tolerance for disobedience,
civil or uncivil.
We take care of our own here.
You sure there
are fish in this lake?
Got six trout here last week.
There you go.
Good stroke, Admiral.
A nice tight loop.
There's really no trick to it.
You just have to be
smarter than the fish.
It was a lot easier to
fish when I was young.
I used to catch
1,500 fish a day.
You're kidding.
No. Used to throw
a hand grenade over
the side of a patrol boat.
Have enough for lunch.
Hell, one time
I threw in a stick of dynamite,
killed enough fish
to feed an entire
Vietnamese village.
( laughs)
My brother told me
you had a sense
of humor, Admiral.
I mean, not that we
talk about you a lot.
Of course, you are
worth talking about.
Maria, I bore myself sometimes.
I wonder why anybody
even pays attention.
'Cause you are the big fish.
GALINDEZ: There
are several questions
I am required to ask
you, Private Rivera
before you can be transported.
I have not been a
private for 50 years.
Technically, you still are
a member of the United
States Marine Corps,
subject to its rules
and regulations.
You feeling depressed?
You come 2,000
miles to ask me that?
Have you had any thoughts
of taking your own life?
When you get to be my
age, Gunnery Sergeant,
every day is very precious.
Every breath.
No, I don't want
to cut my life short.
Feeling angry?
What does it matter?
Is your anger so great
that you're a threat
to yourself or others?
I have not killed
anybody in 50 years.
Stand up, please.
¿Tambien regulaciones?
Si.
RABB: Let me get this straight.
The Marine Corps took
Mr. Zuggler, a civilian,
put him in the
brig for two weeks,
and then knowing they
had the wrong man,
they held him for an
additional two weeks?
They tasked him
with policing the area.
That's not hard time.
Bud, you can't go around
plucking innocent
civilians off the street
and throwing them in the brig.
But, sir, the navy made
an honest mistake.
But it's not worth $2 million.
Brumby wants too much.
Oh, that's just Brumby.
What's just Brumby?
Oh, I was saying that his
reach far exceeds his grasp.
Not in my case.
So, have you heard
from New Mexico?
The admiral checked
in via cell phone.
He has caught three trout.
Yeah, apparently,
the gunny's sister
is a very good guide.
Valerie fishes?
I never thought
she'd leave the mall.
Not Valerie. Maria.
Gunny has four sisters, Bud.
MacKENZIE: So, counting airfare,
car rental, fly rod and lodging,
that comes to $400 a fish.
It's closer to $500.
Hey, guys. Hey.
I thought our lunch is at 1:00.
BRUMBY: Yeah, it is.
Lieutenant, have you discussed
my offer with the commander?
What offer?
Uh, Mr. Brumby is
representing Mr. Zuggler.
You didn't, uh, tell
me you had a new job.
Small potatoes.
$2 million is not
small potatoes.
So, Commander?
Not even in the ballpark.
Then make me an offer.
$25,000.
Out of the question.
$30,000. Take it or leave it.
You have 15 seconds to decide.
If you want to play hardball,
mate, I'll see you in court.
I'll see you at 1:00, Sarah.
"Brumby and Brumby."
"1-800-SUE-NAVY."
It does not say
"1-800-SUE-NAVY."
ROBERTS: Commander?
Sir?
Are you all right?
Of course I'm all right.
Why do people
keep asking me that?
Well, you look a
little spacey, sir.
You ever see things?
Like UFOs, sir?
No, no, no, no.
I mean, like, you know,
things that aren't there.
No. Actually, no, sir.
Let's say that you did
and that these things...
challenged the assumptions
by which you led your life.
They, uh, seemed to lead you
in a different direction.
What direction, sir?
Away.
But none of it is real?
I mean, who's to say what's
real and what's illusion, huh?
The Moody Blues?
( chuckles)
Thanks, Bud.
You've been a big help.
Sir, have you considered an MRI?
Take care. I'll see you soon.
Should I congratulate
you on your new career?
Well, that's what
I would expect.
This is the second time
you've gotten a new
job without telling me.
Sarah, every time
I do something,
I don't want to have
to climb over you.
You have to trust what
I'm doing is the right thing.
Trust that I'm not
working against us.
Besides, I'm only taking
advantage of what I know best.
What, litigating
against the navy?
What do you do, Sarah?
Either prosecute individual
servicemen and women
or defend them,
often by attacking the
institution of the navy.
How is that different
from what I'm doing?
( elevator door opens)
Except you get to
wear the uniform.
Where are you headed?
Albuquerque
International Sunport.
Have a safe trip.
( car door closes)
( car engine starts)
Make sure they don't get there.
What about the Marine?
He may be a Marine, but
he's just another beaner to me.
That new?
Sheriff got it for me.
No paper trail.
We should've burned Rivera
in that damn rusty trailer of
his when we had the chance.
There was no
point in killing him
before it was time, Felton.
Hell, he's an old man.
He might've died natural
before his case ever went to trial.
Besides, Rivera's
not that bad of a guy.
Jim, the only reason
that nice old man
ain't dead already is
he got arrested by the Marines.
There's no way the
sheriff is going to kill him
in his own jail.
Loaded them myself.
Extra powder and ball bearings
instead of buckshot.
Eight to a shell.
We can't just shoot them.
We only got between
here and Albuquerque.
You kill a Mexican,
the sheriff can fix it,
but you shoot a Marine...
We got to do this smart, Felton.
Rivera makes it out alive
he's going to take your land
and mine and the sheriff's
and a lot more besides.
Take these damn things off.
It's against regs.
You don't trust me?
Why I should trust you?
Because I'm on your
side, Private Rivera,
and I have been from the start.
So, what we have here is
some wetback pissing
by the side of the road.
Do whatever you want,
you're about to
own half the county.
How I know you're on my side?
Well, for starters,
I made the arrangements
to come out here
two weeks ahead of time.
Otherwise, you'd still
be cooling your heels
over at that Angel Falls jail.
Why?
Why you helping me?
Because, Private Rivera,
at Chosin Reservoir,
you showed great
bravery under fire.
Do you know Lieutenant
Hazard submitted you
for the Navy Cross?
"For daringly exposing himself
"to machine guns, grenades
"and small arms fire
"and holding his
position in the face
of overwhelming odds."
You were wounded
three times, but
you kept on fighting.
You risked your life to
save a wounded comrade.
I was young.
I didn't know no better.
Is that why you walked
away from the Marine Corps,
Private Rivera, because
you didn't know better?
I was not educated
when I joined.
My English no good.
Half of the time I don't
understand what they say to me.
Why did you enlist?
Because all my life,
I wanted to get the hell away
from New Mexico
and see the world, but
all I saw was a lot of guys
puking in the hold of
some damned troop ship
and the top of a
freezing hill in Korea.
That was not the
world I wanted to see.
Is that why you deserted?
I am not a deserter!
Well, then, how do
you explain the fact
that you never
reported back for duty?
After they airlifted
me back to the States,
it took a long time
for my wounds to heal.
At the beginning, I
felt sorry for myself.
Then I saw men
with no legs, no arms.
Some of them
could not move at all.
So I stop feeling
sorry for myself.
After five months, the doctor
told me I was discharged,
that I was free to go.
I could return home.
Entonces me fui para mi casa.
Well, if you don't think
that you're a deserter,
how come you never
applied for benefits until now?
Because until now,
I need no money.
Now, I have to pay lawyers.
Just how much
trouble are you in?
Not too much.
I can handle it.
You think, uh... I
have to do brig time?
That's not for me to
say, Private Rivera.
I'm only a gunnery sergeant.
No, señor.
The staff NCOs run
the Marine Corps.
( chuckles)
Yeah, don't tell the officers.
Look... Rafael,
I'm going to do everything
I can to help you.
Really?
Yeah, really.
( handcuffs releasing)
Gracias.
De nada.
MARIA: Oh, someday I
hope Victor will come back
to where he belongs
and find a wife.
CHEGWIDDEN: I
wouldn't count on it, Maria.
He's excelling where he is.
Does he know that?
Of course.
You've told him.
Well, not in so many words.
But he'd know if he
had a problem with you.
( chuckling): They all know.
( chuckles)
So, have you ever
thought about leaving here?
No, not when I'm out
here on this lake, Admiral.
Oh, I understand that.
It's A.J.
What do you do when
you're not a fishing guide?
I'm a paralegal with a law firm.
I spend my time going through
dusty records in libraries.
All you see here was once
owned by Spanish landowners, A.J.
It was taken from them by
force a hundred years ago.
Now they're all
fighting to get it back.
You're talking about land
that's been owned by others
for generations.
Not owned, A.J., stolen.
Probably make a case both ways.
Yeah, well, sometimes
a little too forcefully.
A lawyer handling one of
our most promising trials
was shot to death last year.
( cell phone rings)
I hate these damn things.
Then why do you carry one?
Because I'm indispensable.
Excuse me.
Sure.
Chegwidden.
I'm sorry to bother
you, Admiral.
We're about 40 miles
from Eagle Nest Lake, sir.
With your authorization,
I'd like to make a
detour to Cibola.
Gunny?
Yes, sir.
What the hell are you
doing in New Mexico?
I'm picking up the
colonel's prisoner, sir.
Did Commander
Rabb authorize this?
Yes, sir.
What the hell did he
do, fall on his head?
Uh, pretty much, sir.
Uh, sir, Private Rivera's
requested the opportunity
to return to his home in Cibola
to retrieve certain
personal effects.
Well, surely someone
can... can forward them.
Well, he lives alone, sir,
in a trailer out in the
middle of nowhere,
and he's afraid his things
won't be there when he returns.
Sir, Private
Rivera's an old man.
He doesn't have much, but what
he does have means a lot to him.
This is a job, Gunny.
Don't let it get personal.
Sir, I believe there's been a
miscarriage of justice here.
It's my firm belief
that Private Rivera
did not desert from
the Marine Corps.
All right.
You know Eagle Nest Lake.
Oh, yes, sir.
I've fished on that
lake since I was a kid.
Go to Cibola, bring your
prisoner to the trailhead.
Call me when you get there.
I'll come down.
Maybe we can work something out.
Yes, sir.
RENÉE: Roses!
Okay, flyboy,
what's the occasion?
Promotion? Birthday?
Anniversary?
Are you dumping me?
( chuckling)
I just spent 60 bucks on roses.
Yeah, they're always nice to you
right before they kick you out.
"They?"
People of your gender.
I'm not kicking you out.
Harm, you called me Mac.
Is she your dream girl?
You want to know the truth?
I can handle it.
I've been doing
some thinking lately.
About Mac coming
out of your shower
clothed only in raindrops?
( chuckles)
Sorry.
I...
Are you in love with her?
Come on, Renée.
We fight like cats and dogs.
Besides, she's getting
married soon, remember?
Remember?
I'm counting the days.
Harm, tell her to get
out of your dreams,
and then you can have me,
and I can have my miracle.
I know one thing.
I want you in my life.
Not as second best?
I want to show you something.
Oh, God...
They were beautiful.
You know what I
remember most about them?
Hmm?
The laughter.
The joy they took
in one another.
It's the prize in the
box of Cracker Jack.
It's what every woman
wants to be, Harm.
That's what she was to him.
Vamos.
Yo estoy listo.
Gracias.
Mm-hmm.
( engine starts)
We had a wet winter.
A lot of washouts.
What happens if we go right?
Oh, it's a long way around,
but we'll get to the lake.
( gasps)
( man shouting)
( groans)
¿Estas bien?
No soy rompio nada.
( splattering)
Gasoline.
Fuego.
Go, go!
( groaning)
Levantate.
Got him! Yeah.
Dame el brazo.
Where the hell you going?!
You don't hunt a
wounded animal at night.
The Marine can
still travel, Jim,
and the borracho's not hit.
They won't get far, Felton.
We can track
them at first light.
( groaning)
( panting)
How many rounds you got left?
Two mags of 15 rounds each.
Get my cell phone.
( groans)
You got shot right
through the phone.
( groans)
( car exploding in distance)
( groans)
You know what you're doing?
I got practice getting shot.
( groaning)
Still no answer?
Out of service. This
is not like Victor.
Well, a lot of things could
have happened last night.
Flat tire... he could've
run off the road.
Victor was a Deputy in Taos.
He has friends in
law enforcement.
I know they'll be
able to help us.
Call them. Tell
them your brother
was transporting a prisoner,
Rafael Jesus Rivera.
When last in contact,
he was taking Private
Rivera to his trailer at Cibola.
Why didn't you
tell me this sooner?
Well, it wasn't your
business sooner.
I know where to
find Rafael, A.J.
He was a client of
the murdered lawyer.
One seventy-five.
Eighty, 80,000
with the written
understanding that Mr. Zuggler
cannot disclose the
amount of the settlement.
Done.
And give no interviews
to any publications
including, but not limited to
the National Enquirer
and People Magazine.
Lieutenant, that may adversely
affect the ability of my client
to make up the
losses he suffered
at the hands of the navy.
Come on, Mic,
we've heard all this.
Now, your client has a
legitimate beef, granted.
But you were in the navy.
You want to see the
Service subject to ridicule?
I need to think of my client.
Who's being well taken care of.
And now it's time to
consider the greater good.
What, are you appealing
to my better angels?
Exactly.
Besides, you're not going
to do better than $80,000.
Done.
I'll see you, then, um, at
the wedding, if not before.
You set a date?
That's what Sarah and I
are going to do at lunch.
Well, huh.
The sooner the better, huh?
Yeah.
Never too soon to
hook up a good thing.
Lieutenant.
Cheers, mate.
That was masterful, sir.
You're his new best buddy.
You misjudge him, Bud.
Brumby's not so bad
once you get used to him.
( knock at door)
Is something wrong?
Harm, why are you staring at me?
You're out of uniform.
Right?
I, I changed in the ladies room.
I'm going to lunch with Mic.
Oh, and did I tell you I'm
taking the afternoon off?
No. No, you failed
to mention that.
Hmm.
It's a, it's a big day
for you two, huh?
Yeah, it is.
You know, Mic said
that you were fair, friendly.
Well, come on.
You and I are friends.
And, you know, Mic's
going to be your husband.
So, it's only fitting that
he and I should be friends.
Sir...
about that MRI...
( groaning)
¿Como te sientes?
Como si me piso una troca.
A ver.
You got a fever.
( distant rustling) Do
you hear something?
Yeah.
They're out there.
Hey, Rafe, who are these guys?
Does it matter?
If I'm going to get killed,
I want to know why.
These men want my land.
What?!
A lawyer come to me
two, three years ago and told me
I have a claim to a
hundred thousand acres
that was given to my
grandfather's grandfather.
The lawyer says I have
good chance to win lawsuit.
That means I'm
going to be very rich.
( groans) Muevate,
muevate, mueve para aca.
You know...
they say a rich man
dies just like poor man.
( gunshot)
Thirty aught six.
Maybe they're hunters.
( gunshots)
People hunt with nine
millimeter pistols around here?
Uh, call the Taos
Sheriff's Department again.
Tell them we need a
chopper out here fast.
Okay.
Can you travel?
( gunshot)
No.
( gunshot)
¡Muevate para aca!
¡Muevate para aca!
Listen, Rafe, just get
the hell out of here.
Yo no puedo
dejarte solo, hombre.
Pretend you're a damn
Marine and just follow orders.
I'm out of practice.
( gunshot)
Entonces... que
pasara contigo, huh?
What the hell was that?
( growling)
Ayudame. Dame fuerza.
Dame fuerza.
Gunny!
Over here, sir!
( panting)
Despacio, despacio.
Any more?
No, sir.
( panting)
You all right?
I have been hurt
worse before, Admiral.
Sure am glad to see you, sir.
Who the hell are you?
Private Rafael
Jesus Rivera, sir.
Huh.
ADJUTANT: Attention to Orders.
"The President of
the United States
"takes pleasure in
presenting the Navy Cross
"to Private First Class
Rafael Jesus Rivera
"for extraordinary
heroism as a rifleman
"with the First Marine
Division in action
"against enemy forces in Korea
"on November 28, 1950.
"While severely outnumbered,
"Private Rivera
continued to fight,
"while exposing himself
"to intense machine gun,
grenade and small arms fire.
"Although seriously wounded,
"he was able to
hold his position,
"which was vital to
the mission of his unit.
"His great personal courage
and valiant fighting spirit
"in the face of tremendous odds
"reflect great
credit upon himself
and the United
States Naval Service."
Congratulations, Rivera.
Thank you, sir.
ADJUTANT: Order! Hut!