Antwone Fisher
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.
Ahem. I'm all right.
[Wheezes]
It's just sort of...
Just what?
Just...
It's just a waste|of time sitting here...
week after week...
wasting time.
I don't want you...
to waste your time,|Antwone.
So, what you|want me to say?
It's not what|I want you to say.
It's what you|want to tell me.
Maybe you can start|by asking me a question.
I don't know.|Get things going.
I can do that.
You said you come|from under a rock.
What did you mean|by that?
I don't know, I...
It was the first thing|to come to my mind.
[Sighs]
What do you think|it means?
Well, it could mean...
that, uh...
that you feel|under pressure...
that, uh...
uh, you feel a weight...
pressing down on you.
That you're in the dark,|that you're alone.
You said you had|no parents.
I had parents.
Okay.
Ahem. Only 3 sessions,|right?
Only 3.
My father's name|was Edward.
So you knew him?
No.
I didn't even know|his last name.
You know where he is?
Yeah, I know|where he is.
Joey--
He went to his|ex-girlfriend's house.
They got into|an argument.
She killed my father.
Where was your mother|when this happened?
Behind bars.
I see.
I was born in prison...
2 months after my|father was murdered.
Why was she confined,|your mother?
I don't know.
All I know|is what I told you.
So you were turned over|to the state?
Yeah. The state placed|me in this orphanage.
It was supposed to be until...
my mother got out|to claim me, but--
She got out, but she|never claimed me.
Hmm. How long|were you there?
2 years.
How does that make|you feel, Antwone?
I don't know.
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