Annapolis Page #6

Lieutenant?

Come on, Cole.

Come on, Huard. Let's go.

Move in on him, Jakey.

- Yeah, Huard.

- (Whitaker) No, no, attack him.

- Get off the ropes.

- Yeah.

Watch it. Watch out, Jake,

you're leaving yourself open.

- Hands up. Hands up!

- Careful.

(bell)

Touch gloves.

- (Ali) You've got this.

- (Whitaker) Go, Cole. He's got nothing left.

(Loo) Let's go, Jake.

(Ali) That's it, Jake.

Make him come to you.

- (Loo) Nice. Nice!

- Nice, Jake!

- Cole, get outta there.

- (Ali) Go! Yes!

- Yeah! Stay down.

- Yeah, Jake!

- One, two...

- (Whitaker) Get up, man.

You're the champ. Come on.

...five, six, seven, eight.

- He wants some more!

Box.

(Ali) There you go! Step around.

Here we go.

You got him, Jake. This is your time.

- (Whitaker) Cole! Come on!

- (Ali) Yes!

What the hell are you doing?

- Come on, Huard.

- Work him. He's going down.

Just work the body.

Let's go. 30 seconds.

Go for it.

Come on, Jake.

He's getting tired, Jake.

You've gotta go for it. Go for it.

(Ali) 20 seconds, Huard.

Come on, Huard. Yeah!

Keep your rhythm. Keep your rhythm.

Get outta the corner.

(Loo) Ten seconds, Jake.

You gotta take him out now.

Come on, Huard.

- (Loo) Go after him, Jake.

- (Ali) Go, go, go!

- (bell)

- Break. Break.

(Loo) Great fight, Jake.

Yeah, that kid Huard's a tough kid.

- Go on, Jake!

- That's my boy right there.

That's my boy.

OK. Fighters to the centre.

Fighters to the centre. Let's go.

- Out the way.

- Let me get a shot.

Sorry, man.

I told you. Hell of a fight.

Yeah, number one, baby.

Yeah, number one.

You did great.

(crowd chanting. Jake! Jake!)

- Good job, man.

- Good job, Huard.

- Good job, man.

- Good job, Jake. Good fight.

(man) Midshipman Huard, please stand.

Mr. Huard, this review board

finds you guilty of insubordination.

Sir, yes, sir.

However, based on the recommendation

of your company commander,

this board has decided to retain you.

Your punishment

will be 95 days' restriction and 95 demerits.

Punishment will commence immediately

upon your return from summer cruise.

Is that understood?

Sir, yes, sir.

Congratulations, Midshipman Huard.

Thank you, sir.

Class of 2008.

Congratulations.

You just completed your plebe year.

(all) Plebes no more!

Your summer leave starts...

- Now!

- (all cheer)

Three more years, man.

I'll see you, man.

- Congratulations, Jake.

- Thank you, ma'am.

- Any plans before your summer cruise?

- Uh, yeah.

I think I might go over to Sir Frankie's

and see if there are any escorts around.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Save your money.

- Plebes no more.

- Plebes no more.

- I'll see you at Sir Frankie's.

- You got it.

Sir.

I want to thank you.

- For what?

- For helping me with the review board.

It wasn't about you, Huard.

That was about this academy.

Good luck out there.

Sir.

What do you think would have happened

if that fight went another round?

You really want to find out?

Come join me in the Marines.

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