Antwone Fisher

It's him. Antwone.

He's here. Antwone's here.

That's Antwone. Look.

Antwone?

First call. First call to colors.

First call. First call to colors.

Damn. Berkley.

- What? - You been in there 10 minutes, man.

- Shut up. - Yeah, okay.

You know, one day Chief 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. - Come, move, man.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Ooh!

I got you, man.

Ooh!

Quit playin', man.

- What's crackin' Fisher? - Your head, if you don't get away from me.

What is that on your face?

Say something. Say something else.

- Say something, huh? You're always talking. - Fish!

Get off me. Get off me.

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

Relax. I'm cool, man.

- Punk! - Hey, hey, hey!

Petty Officer Fisher, you've been accused of violating...

article 128— assault on a superior noncommissioned officer.

- How do you plead? - Guilty, sir.

Well, in your statement, you say your attack on Petty Officer Berkley...

was provoked by a racial slur.

- Is that correct? - Yes, sir.

Petty Officer Berkley, did you make any racial remarks to Petty Officer Fisher?

- No, sir. - Berkley-

- Stand at attention! - Stand at attention.

This is the United States Navy, son.

I find you guilty.

There'll be a forfeiture of $200 for two 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 nuthouse? - 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.

- 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 'em.

- You wanna talk about it? - About what?

Whatever's bothering you.

Why does something gotta be bothering me?

What, 'cause I jumped on a white boy...

something must be wrong with me?

"Send him to the psychiatrist. Nigga tried to kill his master.

He must be crazy. "

You looking for a discharge, Fisher?

- I ain't lookin' for nothin'. - 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. - Mm-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 ha— 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'm gonna see you... next week.

- I ain't comin' back. - Why not?

- 'Cause there's nothin' wrong with me. - I agree with you there.

See you next week.

See the receptionist on your way out.

Next Wednesday, 1400.

- Whoa. - Walker- Philip Walker.

- That was the name of the last guy who stalked me. - Oh, man.

- I'm busted. - Yeah, you're busted.

- Yeah. - 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? - Oh, well—

I'm working on this high-priority paper for this commander.

- Oh. What kind of paper? - Well, I'm not—

- I'm not at liberty to talk about it right now. - Oh.

- Yeah. - Well, I was gonna invite you to a party.

- Me? - Yeah, you.

- Well, I'm-I'm on restriction. - Yeah. You told me.

Hmm. I gotta—

You know what? I'm gonna get back to the ship.

They're probably looking for me right about now.

So, you know- Talk to you.

Damn.

See you when you're off restriction.

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, huh?

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 three 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 nothin' to say. - Okay. Then we'll sit until you do.

I got a lot of work to catch up on. We can sit here until I retire.

- It doesn't matter to me. - Doesn't matter to me either.

- All righty. - What about the brig?

- What about it? - Send me to the brig.

Here's the brig right there. Lock yourself up.

What do you know? Time's up.

See you next week. 1400.

Some chips?

What?

- I didn't say anything. - Thought you said something.

I was just clearing my throat.

Okay.

Maybe you're coming down with something.

I'm all right.

- It's just— - Just what?

It's— It's just a waste of time, sitting here week after week.

It's just wastin' 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 goin'. - I can do that.

You said you come from under a rock. What did you mean by that?

I don't know. That—

That was the first thing that come to my mind.

What you think it means?

Well, it could mean that, uh—

That you feel under pressure.

That, 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.

- Only three sessions, right? - Only three.

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.

You ain't—

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 two 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.

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? - Two years.

How's that make you feel, Antwone?

- I don't know. - Come on. You must have some feelings about it. What, you—

What did it feel like?

- Rainy days. - Like rainy days?

Okay. Why is that?

You know, in Cleveland, it— it rains.

Not all the time, but, uh...

to a kid who wants to go out and play...

it seems like it rains every day.

But, uh— Kids expect it to rain sometimes, but—

One kid— It rained too much.

Hmm.

Okay.

You want me to come back next week?

Yes, I do.

You ever try to find her— Your mother?

No, sir.

Okay. Next week.

Busy day?

Uh— No more than usual.

Hmm. Tomatoes are from our garden.

Yeah?

Hmm.

They're so much better than last year.|

Hmm.