Antwone Fisher

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Voice, Whispering:|Antwone. He's here.

Woman:
|That's Antwone.

Woman In White:
Antwone?

Man On PA:
First call,|first call to colors.

First call,|first call to colors.

Damn. Berkley!

What?

You've been in there|1 0 minutes, man.

Shut up.

Yeah, okay. You know...

one day, Chief s|gonna come in here...

and catch you taking|them Hollywood showers.

I should snitch on you.|Come on, move, man.

Get out of|my way, snitch.

Oh, come on.|Yeah, yeah. Ruff!.

Ha ha ha!|I got you, man.

Sailors:
Ooh!

Arf!.

You better quit|playing, man.

[Man On Intercom|Speaking Indistinctly]

What's cracking,|Fisher?

Your head, if you|don't get away from me.

Heh. What is that|on your face?

Keep the f***|out my face, huh?

Say something!

Say something, huh?|You're always talking!

I'm cool, man,|I'm cool.

I'm cool. I'm cool, man.

Captain:
Petty Officer|Fisher, you've been accused...

of violating Article 1 28--

Assault on a superior|non-commissioned officer.

How do you plead?

Guilty, sir.

Well, in your statement,|you say your attack...

on Petty Officer Berkley|was provoked by a...

a racial slur.|Is that correct?

Yes, sir.

Petty Officer Berkley,|did you make...

any racial remarks|to Petty Officer Fisher?

No, sir.

Punk, you--

Stand at attention!

Stand at attention.

This is|the United States Navy, son.

I find you guilty.

They'll be a forfeiture|of $200 for 2 months.

You'll be restricted to|the boundaries of the ship...

for 45 days, and you'll|perform 45 days extra duty.

I'm reducing you from|ship's serviceman...

petty officer third class...

to ship's serviceman seaman.

And I'm recommending|that you be evaluated...

at the psychiatric clinic...

before our next underway|period. You're dismissed.

So, what happened?

How'd it go?

Same old, same old.|I got busted...

but now I gotta go|to the psych clinic.

You gotta go|to the nut house?

Farmer, shut up, man.

Give it up|to the shrink? Damn.

See you next week.

Seaman Fisher.

Right this way.

I understand it's not|your first time here.

You saw Dr. Williams?

Nah, he saw me.

Heh.

That's your wife?

Yes.

Have a seat.

I understand|you like to fight.

It's the only way|some people learn.

Hmm. But you pay the price|for teaching them.

You want to talk|about it?

About what?

Whatever's|bothering you.

Why does something|gotta be bothering me?

What, because I jumped|on a white boy?

Something must be|wrong with me?

''Send him to|the psychiatrist.

N*gger try to kill|his master.''

Hmph.

''He must be crazy.''

You looking for|a discharge, Fisher?

I ain't looking|for nothing.

That's where|you're headed.

If I want|out of the navy...

I'll just leave.

Unauthorized absence?

Yeah, if that's what|the navy calls it.

Hmm. Running away|how you handle your problems?

I don't have|no problems.

Hmm. Where you from,|Fisher?

Where'd you spend|your childhood?

Cleveland.

Parents still live there?

I never had|any parents.

They deceased?

I never--

I never had parents.

That would make you...

a medical miracle,|Seaman Fisher.

Where you from?

I'm from|under a rock.

Okay.

Okay, all right.

I want to see you|next week.

I ain't coming back.

Why not?

'Cause there's nothing|wrong with me.

I agree with you|there.

See you next week.

See the receptionist|on your way out.

Next Wednesday, 1 400.

Whoa!

Walker. Phillip Walker.

That was the name of|the last guy who stalked me.

Oh, man, I'm busted.

Yeah, you're busted.

What's up? Where you been?

I'm on restriction.

- Again?|- Yeah.

How did you get off|the ship?

Um, well, I just|came from the medic.

Why?

Uh, well...

I'm working on this|high priority paper...

for this commander.

Oh. What kind of paper?

Well, I'm--|I'm not at liberty...

to talk about it|right now.

Oh. Well, I was gonna|invite you to a party.

Me?

Yeah, you.

Well, I'm on|restriction.

Yeah, you told me.

Hmm. I gotta...

you know, get back|to the ship.

They probably|looking for me...

right about now,|so...you know--

Talk to you.

[Whispering] Damn.

See you when you're|off restriction.

[Telephone Rings]

[ Skipped item nr. 153 ]

Yes?

Yeah, send him in.

Get your monkey hands|off me, man!

I thought you may|have forgotten...

your way here last week,|so I took the liberty...

of sending|an escort team for you.

You may be able|to make me come here...

but you can't|make me talk.

Thank you.|You're dismissed.

You don't want|to talk to me?

Let me lay this|out for you, son.

This is how many cases|I have, okay?

I don't have time|to waste.

Now, I get|3 sessions only...

to make an eval...

and a recommendation to|your commanding officer.

You know|he wants to throw you...

out of the navy,|don't you?

Now, you can sit here,|and you can not talk...

to me if you want to...

but our sessions|don't begin...

until you begin|talking to me.

I got nothing|to say.

Okay.

Then we'll sit|until you do.

I got a whole lot of|work to catch up on.

We can sit|here every day...

until the day I retire.|Doesn't matter to me.

It doesn't matter|to me, either.

- All righty.|- What about the brig?

What about it?

Send me to the brig.

There's the brig|right there.

Lock yourself up.

What do you know?|Time's up.

See you next week,|1 400.

Want some chips?

Hmph.

[Clears Throat]

[Coughing]

What?

I didn't say anything.

I thought|you said something.

Ahem. I was just|clearing my throat.

Okay.

[Clears Throat]

Maybe you're coming|down with something.

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