I'm gonna get on a plane and go on back to my base. Jessep: What the hell is this? Colonel, what's going on? I did my job. Kaffee: You're a lousy fucking softball player, Jack!Ĭapt. You got bullied into that courtroom by the memory of a dead lawyer. Ross: You got bullied into that courtroom, Danny, by everyone. Now I want you to acknowledge that the Judge Advocate has made you aware of the possible consequences of accusing a Marine officer of a felony without proper evidence.Ĭapt. I'm your friend and I'm telling you, I don't think your clients belong in jail but I don't get to make that decision! I represent the government of the United States without passion or prejudice and my client has a case! There you go. Ross: Don't you dare lump me in with Jessup and Kendrick just because we wear the same uniform. And I want to tell you that I think the whole fucking bunch of you are certifiably insane! This code of honor of yours makes me want to beat the shit out of something!Ĭapt. Markinson's not going to hold up, Danny, he's a crazy man! Now, I'm not telling you this to intimidate you I'm being your lawyer here. I have an obligation to tell you that if you accuse Kendrick or Jessup of any crime without proper evidence then you're going to be subject to a court martial for professional misconduct and that is something that's going to be stapled to every job application that you ever fill out. Kaffee: In the mean time I thought we'd put the Apostle John Kendrick on the stand and see if we can't have a little fun.Ĭapt. Jessup's statement that the 6am flight was the first available is a lie. Kaffee: The transfer order that Markinson signed is a phony. Kaffee: Motel room in North East with six federal marshalls outside his door. Barnes: Well, I guess I just followed the crowd at chow time, sir.Ĭapt. How did you know where the mess hall was if it's not in this book?Ĭpl. Kaffee: You mean to say in all your time at Gitmo you've never had a meal?Ĭpl. Kaffee: Corporal, would you turn to the page in this book that says where the mess hall is, please.Ĭpl. ![]() No manual or pamphlet, no set of orders or regulations that lets me know that, as a Marine, one of my duties is to perform code reds? Now I assume we'll find the term code red and its definition in that book. Standard Operating Procedures, Rifle Security Company, Guantanamo Bay Cuba. Barnes: Well, well, you see, sir code red is a term that we use, I mean, just down at Gitmo, I don't know if it's actually.Ĭapt. Ross: Just flip to the page of the book that discusses code reds.Ĭpl. Would you turn to the chapter that deals with code reds, please?Ĭapt. Ross: Corporal Barnes, I hold here the Marine Outline for Recruit Training. ![]() Jessep: *You're Goddamn right I did!*Ĭapt. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.Ĭol. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. That Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. ![]() You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the Marines. Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. Jessep: Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Jessep: *You can't handle the truth!*Ĭol. Judge Randolph: You *don't* have to answer that question!Ĭol. Kaffee: *Colonel Jessep, did you order the Code Red?* Judge Randolph: *Consider yourself in Contempt!*
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