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Hope everybody's ready to go out
and have a good time tonight.

It's 8 p.m. Saturday evening,
and it's still a hot one.

Detail, atten-hut!

Present arms!

Com 2, this is 5-0. We confirm.

ID, please.

First Sergeant White, please proceed.

I believe I will. Thank you kindly.

Atten-hut!

And now I give you a great general,
a great friend,

"Fighting" Joe Campbell!

At ease!

Thank you, all.

As you know, my official retirement
isn't until next week.

But this here, now, tonight with you

is my real retirement.

Because you and I have known
fear together,

shed blood together,

battled pain and suffering

and all of their foot soldiers.

We know there is no glamor
in a sudden death

and that no one ever wins a war,

and it is that knowledge
that will bind us together forever.

That, and a love for this country

that no bayonet can pierce,

no bullet shatter.

-To you.
-To us!

Sergeant White here.

It's Colonel Kent, so you can
drop the cheesy Southern accent.

Hey! The only thing keeping me alive
is that cheesy Southern accent.

I was just checking up
on my favorite guest detective.

How you doing?

Oh, well, you know, Bill,
I just love being undercover.

It's great. I spent the last two
weeks smoking cheap cigars

and sweating my ass off
in that shitty houseboat.

Well, you got any sort of time frame?

I'm meeting Belling
tonight in the armory,

and I'll arrest him on Sunday
when we make the exchange.

Then I'm going back to Virginia.

All right, well, good enough.
Watch your back.

Thank you. I believe I will.

Oh, man.

Out of gas?

Yeah.

That's why I'm looking at a flat tire
with a pair of pliers in my hand

instead of a lug wrench.

She's a captain.

She's a captain.

This looks like the work
of ten chimpanzees.

Well, you just missed the other nine.
They got bored and went for a beer.

Well, I have a lug wrench. Can I try?

Well, if you don't,
I'm gonna drag you over.

-Get the spare.
-Yes, ma'am.

Golly dang.

If you like pifia coladas
and getting caught in the rain,

I may just have to
marry you, captain.

You're gonna have to take this in.

This spare's just a temp tire.

Won't be good for more
than 30 miles or so.

Now, where would--?
If a fella got courageous

and wanted to send you
a thank-you notion

or a bauble or a basket of fruit,
where might one find you?

Psy Ops.

-How's that?
-Psychological Operations.

I teach there.

What do you teach?

Mostly we fuck with people's minds.

Damn.

There you go.
Genuine and made in the U.S.A.

All you gotta do is give
Dalbert and me 100,000 each

and you'll see them guns
come Sunday.

You'll get your money
same time I get the guns.

Now, you listen to me, funny boy,

how do I know you ain't
one of them Army cops?

Hey, I'm a freedom fighter.

Well, check it out, Dalbert.

We-doggie!

We got ourselves
Che fucking Guevara there.

Whoop-de-doo, a freedom fighter.

Well, where's your kooky
red hat, boy?

Never been a freedom fighter
worth a gob

ain't got him a kooky red hat.

You listen to me, stupid.

Dalbert, I think it's one of them
Freudian...

What? No.

-Hey, Dalbert. Dalbert.
-What?

-Want to hear a joke?
-No.

How many freedom fighters does it
take to screw in a light bulb?

-I don't know!
-Hey, come on, man. Relax, huh?

Well, he don't sound like no
criminal investigator to me.

-No.
-No.

No.

Well, you're all right, pal!

I'm sorry about all that,
but, you know,

we get a little jumpy
around here before an exchange.

So we'll see you Sunday, then.

-I'll be there.
-Yeah, you be there. All right.

Oh, unclench your ass cheeks,
Dalbert.

The scary part is over.

Oh, don't tell me.
You need your oil changed.

Nope. This is a token
of my appreciation.

These are strange chocolates.

They're bath products.

-Bath products.
-Bath products?

-Should I take a hint?
-No, of course not.

Just bath products.
Everybody likes bath products.

Do you?

Yes, I do.

Tell me what you
like about bath products.

Well, [--

I like the pink soaps,
and I like the skin softener,

and I like the bath beads.

I particularly like the bath beads.

Sometimes I draw a tub,

and I fill that tub with skin
softeners and bath beads,

and I light a few candles,
I put on a little Coltrane,

and I just soak my troubles away.

Very good, first sergeant.

I levied a none-too-subtle
accusation of sexism at you,

and you took it three times
around the dance floor.

Not really. I just dig bath beads.

Well, thank you.

Maybe I'll see you around.

Am I being dismissed?

Do you mind terribly?
I've got a ton of work here.

No.

I just came by to give you that.

Thank you. It was sweet.

How's the tire?

-Still rolling. Yeah.
-I'm glad.

Goodbye, first sergeant.

Goodbye, captain.

Having announced his retirement,
General Joseph Campbell

is being considered
for the vice presidency.

Sources close to presidential
candidate, Bill Post,

tell us he is poised to select
General Joseph Campbell

as his running mate.
Earlier this year,

the general gave the commencement
address at West Point.

While it was meant to be
a nonpartisan appearance,

it certainly played
like a stump speech.

Leading this country,
that is your destiny.

We'll be back for more in a moment.

Shit!

Pretty good.

Get way over to that car, okay?

Okay.

And take it into the door.

Okay. Backing out.

-Snhag.
-On what?

I don't know.

Let's take a look.

Paul Brenner!

Phone call for Paul Brenner!

-What'd you say your name is?
-Frank White.

-You military?
-Yes, sir, I am.

I'm a sergeant at the Post Armory.

CID Agent Brenner?

He walked out, the next thing I know,
you know, he's blasting away.

Oh, you military boys got
stories more

full of holes than a target range.

Sorry, Pop.
It's Colonel Kent at the base.

-Is there a Brenner here?
-No.

I'm Brenner.

I thought you was White.

I'm both. Skunked you.

Chief Yardley.

Hey, Bill.

No, man, it's over. Belling's dead.

Okay. All right, I'll see you there.

Thanks.

Hold on, soldier boy.

I want you to tell me
about this Mr. Belling.

Soldier boy?

Okay, chiefie, if you have to know.

I was planning to arrest him in the
morning during weapons exchange.

But I guess he got wind
that I was part

of the Criminal Investigation
Division.

See you.

Good morning, sir. Where to?

Urban Warfare Site.

-You have business there, sir?
-Yes, I do.

Very good, sir.

-Hey, Bill.
-Hello, Paul.

What have we got here?

Tortured.

Raped.

And murdered.

Who found the body?

A Bomb Squad crew doing exercises.

They called the Tower,
Tower called me.

First on the scene
was a PFC Robbins.

Is he a suspect?

She. So I sincerely doubt it.

I have six of my boys
securing the scene.

Nothing's been touched.

Oh, no.

What is it, Paul?

I met her the other day.

Damn.

What a shame.

Lovely, lovely lady.

All right, let's see. We got...

We got some rigor here.

Petechial hemorrhaging,
which is consistent with asphyxia.

Strangulation, you think?

Well, I'm assuming that,
but there's no tear in the panties

and no obvious sign of semen.

-Is that hers?
-Yeah.

Why is she here?

Oh, HQ called her.

She's a rape counselor.
Name is Sarah Sunhill.

The victim doesn't need
counseling, Bill. She's dead.

Yes, but she's also
a rape investigator.

She was on her way
to another assignment,

she agreed to stay on for this.

Aren't we lucky?

Get Forensics up here
from Fort Gillem.

Talk to Cal Seiver.
He's the guy I work with.

Get a 50-yard grid around the body.

I need resin casts of
all the boot prints.

Let's see who was here and when,
including disqualifying prints.

We also need records.

Captain Campbell's personal
and medical records. ASAP.

I already did that.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Sarah Sunhill, Paul Bren--

Also, I want you to book a Sergeant
Dalbert Elkins at the Armory.

He's the one who started
that arms deal I was working on.

Now--

She walked barefoot
from here to where she died.

Why do you assume that?

The smudge marks
on her heels and asphalt.

Where does she live?
Victory Gardens. Now, where is that?

I believe that's off post.

-Yeah, I have to go there.
-I'll call the Burford police chief.

He'll get a court order
and meet us there.

Yardley. I don't want to work with
him. Let's keep it in the family.

You can't search her off-post house
without a civilian search warrant.

Oh, come on, Bill.

You need civilian authority.

Sometimes we got to protect
Paul Brenner from himself.

Does she have family here?

Of course.

I suggest you notify them right away.

Detail, atten-hut!

Present arms!

You're kidding, right?

Kidding about what?

It's Elisabeth Campbell, Paul.
She's his kid.

Oh, no.

-Thought you knew.
-No, I didn't.

Damn.

-The general's daughter.
“Yup.

-What are you doing?
-I feel queasy.

Well, hop on, I'll burp you.

Drive the car, Paul.

Thought you said you were queasy.

Drive the car, Paul.

Now, look, I think I can help you
on this one,

but I don't want it to be awkward.

Awkward? Now, why would
you think it would be awkward?

-You're pouting.
-This is not pouting.

Okay. Sulky petulance, then.

Wrong again. This is just
thinking about Brussels, you know?

-We'll always have Brussels.
-Where?

The Capital of Belgium.

Why?

Why is it the capital,
or why will we always have it?

Why was she murdered?

Well, possible motives for murder
are profit, revenge, jealousy,

to conceal a crime, to avoid
humiliation and disgrace,

or plain old homicidal mania.
Right there in the manual.

-Oh, boy.
“Yup.

Hello. We're here to see the general.

Warrant Officer Paul Brenner.
Sarah Sunhill.

Oh, yes. I'm Captain Elby,
the general's aide.

Colonel Fowler, the general's
adjutant, will take you in.

Please wait right here.

He's cute.

Oh, please.

Probably practices his salute
in the mirror for hour--

Please, come in.

And thank you for coming.

General, the CID investigators
are here.

Warrant Officers Paul Brenner
and Sarah Sunhill, sir.

My deepest condolences, sir.

Very sorry for your loss, sir.

Thank you.

Please, be seated.

First, I want you to know
that you have my full cooperation

and the cooperation
of everyone on this base.

Thank you, sir.

You understand the time element?

The time element? No, sir.

After 36 hours, the FBI will send in
a task force to investigate,

but we prefer to keep this
an Army matter.

The general can keep
a lid on it through tomorrow.

Once the FBI moves in,
the media will be all over this base.

And my daughter's...

Captain Campbell's death...

They'll turn it into a goddamn circus.

We'll do everything we can, sir.

I'm sure you will.

Look, let me be blunt.

You're going to have to decide
on this one, Paul.

Are you a soldier or a policeman?

I'm a soldier, sir.

I'm counting on it.

Sir, I met your daughter.

Really?

When was that?

Well, it was just a coincidence,
but she helped me change a tire.

That she could do.

She could do almost anything.

Her mother was the same way.

Fix a tire, make a hell of
a key lime pie, speak five languages.

Extraordinary woman.

Two extraordinary women.

Goddamn waste.

Again, our deepest sympathies, sir.

And if there's anything else
we can do for you at this time...

Just...

Just find the son of a bitch.

-Yes, Sir.
-Yes, Sir.

Sir?

When I enlisted, I was underage.

They sent me straight to Vietnam,
and you were my commander.

You were a captain,

and I was so scared.

And one day when I was on watch,
you came by and...

And you saw the fear.

You said, "Well, where are you from?"
And I said, "Boston."

And you said, "Did you know
that last night

the Boston Red Sox won
against the St. Louis Cardinals

in the sixth game of the series?"

And you just walked away.

Well, I knew then that
I was gonna get through it.

Boston lost that series.

Yes, but I made it home.

We'll find the son of a bitch, sir.

Mr. Brenner.

I understand you have
special arrest powers.

Yes, sir.

But I'm going to ask
before you arrest anyone,

you notify me.

Why is that, sir?

We don't like our personnel
being arrested by outside people

without our knowing about it.

There are three ways of doing things.

The right way, the wrong way,

and the Army way.

See that in doing it your way,
Mr. Brenner,

you don't forget about the Army way.

Our job here at Psy Ops
is to panic the enemy,

to blunt his will to fight.

A psy operator must know
the customs and habits of the enemy,

the current dissensions, anxieties,
and fears to determine vulnerability.

To engage the enemy, you must know
the enemy inside out.

You must fill him with fear,
and not just fear of dying.

Fear of grotesque wounds
is much more terrifying.

Grotesque wounds.

I'll show you mine
if you show me yours.

May I help you?

Might I ask what you're doing
in Captain Campbell's office?

That depends on who you are.

So comfortably ensconced
in her office, I might add.

Colonel Robert Moore.

Campbell's commanding officer
here at Psy Ops. And you are?

We're from the Criminal
Investigation Division.

Warrant Officers Sunhill
and Brenner.

And you're investigating?

The murder of Captain Campbell.

And now that we know who you are,
we'll need to speak to you, colonel.

Of course.

I just have...

I have a meeting.

Something tells me
we could file Colonel Moore

under "Last to know."

-Are you married?
-None of your business.

Right.

Well, she wasn't a hypochondriac.

She didn't dye her hair,
she didn't have oily skin,

and she keeps her method
of birth control somewhere else.

Or perhaps she required
her men to wear condoms.

Maybe you've heard that condoms are
in fashion again because of disease.

Nowadays you have to boil people
before you can sleep with them.

Care for a bath?

Oh, my.

This was one squared-away soldier.

Equally prepared for a military ball
or the next war in the jungle.

Liz, hi.

Pick up. It's Robert.

I haven't heard from you,
so call me, please.

Robert.

Surprise, surprise.

Paul?

Move aside.

Man with a gun.

There's nothing here.

Let's go.

There's a false wall.

This is it.

Oh, my God.

What have we got here?

Ten bucks says these are not
the lost Honeymooners episodes.

What do you think you're doing?

Stop it!

Well, how she died does appear
to be linked to how she lived.

All right. What we need to do here
is to hold on to these tapes

till we need them.

We empty the house,
send this all to the CID lab,

padlock the house,

and we take our chances with this
with the local police staff.

Is this Paul Brenner speaking?

This is Paul Brenner, the career Army
officer speaking, not the cop.

The evidence of her killer
might be on that tape.

There's enough evidence here to
uin the lives of everyone involved,

including the general.

Now, look, we take the tapes,

we use them when we need them,

let CID do their job,

and keep all nonmilitary out of this,
okay?

-Okay.
-Good.

I'll call Kent.

All right. Here.

-It's hot.
-Thanks.

The phone's down. I'm gonna go use
the cell in the car.

Paul?

Paul!

Did you make out a face?

Yeah.

It was flat, steel,
and used to clear snow.

Come on.

So did you ever marry that guy
you were seeing on the side?

Paul, this isn't exactly
the time to be--

Humor me. I'm near concussed.
Now, did you or did you not

marry the guy you were
seeing on the side?

I was engaged to that guy.
I was seeing you on the side.

Fine.

So how is the boy major?

He seemed a little annoyed
the last time

I saw him in Brussels
with a pistol in his hand.

Make a hole!

Identification, please.

Are you working on
the murder case, ma'am?

Yes, I am. And this is my father.

Please proceed.

What happened to you?

-Went off post--
-Without civilian authority.

And my head paid the price for it.

There you go.

-Per your request.
-Is this her entire record file?

That's it.

Come up with anything yet?

No. Just a preliminary list
of suspects.

Already? Who?

Everyone.

Well, you ought to
start getting alibis.

Okay, how about you?

Home in bed when the Tower called.

Oh, fuck off, Paul.
Where were you last night?

I was busy killing someone else.
Didn't have time to kill two people.

Likely story. And you?

I went to the VOQ at 1900 hours.

I worked on my Neely case report
till about midnight,

and then I went home.

No witnesses.

Pathetic, the both of you.

Oh, you should have
invited me up to your room,

and we would have had an alibi.

I would rather be a murder suspect.

Don't encourage her.

By the way, Cal Seiver's here.

Oh, good.

Cal is the best forensic man around,

but don't say anything about his hair.

What's wrong?

He doesn't have any.

Hey, Cal!

Shouldn't you be wearing a hat?

What the hell happened to you?

Well, you know, not everybody
loves me as much as you do, Cal.

This is Sarah Sunhill.

-Hello.
-How are you?

The entire world
walked around this body.

Paul, there's gotta be
50 boot prints here.

Have you found the clothes yet?

Not yet. I figured
you'd want some space,

I commandeered an empty hangar.

Good man.
Have everything taken there.

Is there any trace
of semen on the victim?

I ran an ultraviolet.
I can't find any.

The coroner will run vaginal,
oral, and anal swabs,

and we'll know about that
in due course.

It is a strange rape.

-Yeanh.
-Why do you say that?

Well, our guy wasn't just a rapist.
Excuse me.

He was a premeditated killer.

Go ahead.

He set up a rape kit,
tent pegs, and ropes,

-and he used it.
-Yeah.

Well, there are no signs of a
struggle.

She was a strong woman.
I couldn't find a bit of dirt

under her fingernails.

And how did he hold a gun on her
and manage to tie the ropes?

Unless it was more than one person.

What are those marks on her cheeks?

Those were tears, Paul.

The panties under the rope as if to
protect her neck from a burn.

I mean, what's a little rope burn
if you're going to kill somebody?

Sunhill's good.

Oh, yeah.

Sunhill has spoken.

Could you see
the body from here, private?

No. But I saw the headlights.

The headlights?

I hated that it was her.

You knew her, then?

No. But...

Captain Campbell was...

She was real good to female enlisted.

How so?

She organized meetings for us, and...

See, there's a lot of shit--

I mean, there's a lot of stuff
if you're a woman in the Army

that you got to put up with,

and a lot of people don't like
that we're here.

But Captain Campbell,
she encouraged us, and...

I'm sorry!

-You're allowed to cry.
-No, it's all right. It's all right.

Now, what about the headlights?
Now, you didn't--?

Didn't you think it was someone
coming home

or using the latrine or something?

Sometimes people go out there
when the nights are nice to fuck.

Pardon my French.

But that's what I thought
the first time.

-The first time?
-The first time?

The first time I saw
the headlights was at 0300.

They went away,
and they came back at 0330.

Then they went away again,
then they came back at 0400.

Okay. Thank you.

What's going on, Bill?

What are you doing here, Yardley?

You got a shitload
of explaining to do, son.

May I ask what
your official business is here?

My official business here, son,

is to ask you
why there's a bunch of MPs

hauling furniture
out of an off-post residence

that belongs to a murder victim.

The family of the deceased,
Chief Yardley,

asked me to take charge of those items
and transport them here.

Sunhill, remind me to call
General Campbell

and suggest that I take charge of
those items and transport them here.

-You got it.
-Jesus, Paul.

You know what you need, chief,

if you don't mind my saying,

is a pair of them mirrored sunglasses,

for you and the little one.

That'd really complete the picture.

So did you ever marry
Major What's-His-Name with the gun?

Yes, I did.

Congratulations. I'm extremely happy
for you, Sarah.

And I wish you both
the best that life has to offer.

I filed for a divorce.

Good.

Thank you.

Two club sodas, please.

Let's go, boys.

Come on, I got no place to go!

You should see her record.

And there's your boyfriend
from the general's house.

Valedictorian in high school,
super athlete.

She picked West Point,
like her daddy did.

Now, there's a guy who knows
how to have a good time.

Paul, look at me.

I think something happened
to her there.

Elisabeth Campbell was tops
in her class,

and she went all to shit
her sophomore year.

She barely got through school.

Senior year was better,

she managed to graduate
and get a degree,

but she was never quite the same.

I thought you hated places like this.

I do.

However, the murderer may be
in this room,

sitting all smug and shiny

until we walked in.

And now maybe he's a little less smug
and a little less shiny.

And that's pretty cool,

don't you think?

What about you?

Oh, I hope Brussels wasn't
the last time you had a woman.

Oh, brother. Here we go.

You know, I always thought
that you chose

to avoid a confrontation with my

fiancé like I wasn't worth
the trouble.

The man threatened to kill me.
I chose discretion.

It's the better part of valor.

Weren't you decorated for valor?

Oh, please.

Sometimes you just gotta fight
for what you want.

That's if you want it.

I received a bronze star for valor,
Miss Sunhill, for charging up a hill

that I didn't particularly need
or want.

And besides, I don't remember getting
any encouragement from you.

Maybe I wanted you not to accept
my decision to break it off.

Maybe I wanted you to take me away
from him.

We're talking about telepathy here,
not communication--

Let's just talk about this
next week, okay?

Fine. Just one more thing--

Is this next week already?

You are such a goddamn
sharp detective, aren't you?

But you sure can't read yourself,

and you sure as hell don't know
a thing about women.

You know,

you're very cute when I'm mad at you.

However,

if you'll excuse me,

I'll take my anger out
on someone else.

Ridiculous behavior earlier.
I'm sorry.

Well, we didn't exactly let you
see it coming.

Liz was more or less my protégé.
At least, I like to think she was.

We were very close.

Please sit down.

Did you work together
on a daily basis?

Absolutely.

Did you play together?

What a truly excellent question.

You see, here at Psy Ops, that's
one of the things that we teach.

Threatening quietly.

Think of the echoes inherent
in those four simple words:

"Did you play together?"

Did you go out with her?
Did you fuck her?

Did you love her?
If you did,

did you love her so much
that you murdered her?

I meant did you play golf or tennis
or checkers or something?

No, you didn't.

No, I didn't.

So now, we both know
we're smart guys.

Do you think I'm involved in this?

One way or another, yes, I do.

Then wouldn't it behoove me to
retain the services of an attorney?

-I know a good one.
-Two problems there.

First, the obvious.
There are no good ones.

Second,

you're not a civilian, colonel.
You're in the Army.

You have no rights to an attorney.
You have no right to remain silent.

If you don't cooperate,
I may have to put you in jail,

and that would make me feel bad.

You see what you're doing here?

Looking for answers?

Of course that. But how?

How? You're trying
to make me like you.

And you know what?

It's working. I do.

But now do you see
what I'm trying to do?

I'm trying to make you like me too.

Do you like me yet?

Why did you strangle her?

Wrong. Sorry.
Not up to your standards.

Did you go to college?

What do you think?

I think you did not.

Why, did I make a mistake
in grammar?

Of course not.

And even if you were to,

I wouldn't be rude enough
to point it out.

No, you have this chip
on your shoulder.

Big one.

Makes you good at your job, though,
doesn't it? I would imagine.

Holds you in good stead when you see
those commissioned officers,

those spit-and-polish college types
just waiting for you.

You're the scoundrel
in the rumpled suit

with a healthy disdain for the rules,
just waiting to bring them down.

-Am I right?
-No. No.

I'm just here to kick ass,
sleep till noon.

And you cover your inadequacies
with a condescension

for the more robust individuals
around you.

-How am I doing?
-Not bad. Robust, even.

When did...

...the event transpire?

0400, we think.

See that? My quick segue
back to the case?

Subtle as a chain saw.

And where were you?

Snug in bed.

Witnesses? A wife, girlfriend,
roommate, hooker?

I'm divorced.

I'm between girlfriends, I live
alone, and I do not use hookers.

I actually have
absolutely no alibi whatsoever.

Does that make me a killer?

No. Makes you lonely and unpopular.

Very good. Condescending and clever.

No. Thank you.

Okay, so you called her machine.
You're very concerned.

What was this, jealousy, perhaps?

Perhaps not.

Liz was my friend.

I hadn't heard from her
in a couple of days.

Okay, so as her friend, did you know
anyone that she was involved with?

You mean sexually.

Yes, sexually.

She was seeing someone.

Civilian.

A fella named Yardley.

Police Chief Yardley?

No.

-No.
-Okay.

The son. His deputy.

Wes.

Yes, Wes. Yes, okay.

They'd been seeing each other
off and on,

if you'll pardon the pun,
for a few months.

Okay, so look, it's obvious
you were very close to her.

I'm just trying to find out
what "very" means.

It means...

...Very.

I was Liz's mentor.

There was a trust.

She was, yes, a passionate
young woman,

as well she should have been, but had
I ever taken advantage of that,

I would've lost the trust.

So did I kill her? Of course not.

Did I love her?

I loved her very much.

Make of that what you will.

Major Briggs,
please report to Lab 1.

This is what made him famous,
isn't it?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
That's the Ledgeworth city riots.

The whole city was in chaos.

The general quelled it.

And then he brought in unarmed
troops and his little daughter

-just to prove it was safe.
-She looks terrified.

Excellent work.

I'm going to head down
to the morgue.

The report should be in.
You want to come?

Yeah, we'll meet you there.
I gotta talk to Cal. Cal!

Coming.

So how's Moore?

Complicated.

Yeah?

Cal.

We got the dog tag latents
back from the lab.

Partial prints belong to somebody
other than Captain Campbell.

Who's that?

Robert Moore.

Hello.

Smells good.

What are you doing here?

I'm here to ask you a question, Bobby.

And the question is?

Why

were you so stupid

as to leave your fingerprints
everywhere?

My answer, you panicked.

-l teach panic, remember?
-And?

Obviously, I didn't plan for things
to work out this way.

Define "things."

Look, Paul.

May I call you Paul?

I so enjoyed when you took
the liberty of calling me Bobby.

We are, I assume, still trying
to outsmart each other.

Obviously, Paul,

I cannot tell a lie and say
I know nothing about all of this.

I also, sadly, cannot tell the truth.

Because you think silence
will save your ass.

My ass, as you so delicately put it,
is already in a sling, is it not?

You mean the sex tapes.

You're good.

You're good.

Great question. AImost any answer
incriminates me, doesn't it?

Yep. That's why I like it.

-Yeah, so let's cut the bullshit.
-Let's do that.

We both know I'm pretty much
destroyed, don't we?

Can you think
of any compelling reason

why Elisabeth should be
destroyed along with me?

Can you? I can't, Paul.

I watched the two of you.

On one of her tapes.

I don't think so.

You know, bluffing is the last
desperate act of the weak, Paul.

I'll not help you ruin that girl.

She's suffered enough.
Leave it there.

I'm all you've got.

Wrong again. Hello, captain.

Hello.

Captain Goodson is with
the Judge Advocate's office.

He's also my lawyer.

From now on anything you have to say
to Colonel Moore--

I'll say to Colonel Moore.

Now listen, Brenner, don't think
you can bully my client.

You know, I'm done bullying.

You're under arrest, Bobby.
Come here.

Conduct unbecoming an officer.
Plus Article 1-34,

disorders and neglect,
accessory after the fact, conspiracy,

making false statements,

and, captain, you are the verge
of Article 98,

noncompliance with procedural rules.

-Can I help you, ma'am?
-Just taking another look.

-Go ahead, ma'am.
-Thank you.

Is it possible the bag
holding the victim's clothes

was going to be picked up
by her killer or by a third party?

Five-charlie, do you copy?

This is 5-charlie.

Maybe she was here
for a secret rendezvous,

a tryst.

Maybe the rape fantasy
was part of the thrill.

We all know she had a predilection
for the gamier side of sex.

Is there anything to the argument
that Elisabeth Campbell picked

what amounted to a nearly public place

because it presented an
element of...?

Fuck.

Hold that bitch down.
Let me get in there.

This is the Army.

So you tell Brenner,
you don't shit on your brothers.

Rape investigator, huh?

Want to know what it feels like?

Maybe it'll make you better
at your job, huh?

Number five.

Got yourself a colonel this time, huh?

Shut up, Elkins.

You were acting as her shrink,
were you not? Were you not?

The Elisabeth I met
was bright and shiny.

The woman on the tape
is a different lady.

And there's a direct connection,
isn't there? Isn't there?

Are you going to pull
my fingernails out now?

What happened sophomore year
at The Point?

You're a murderer
or an accessory to murder.

Either way, you're gonna
get burned at the stake.

Nobody's gonna bail you out.

It was awful.

It was awful. Go ahead.

What, she violated a code?
She cheated? She lied? What?

Worse.

Drugs.

-Worse.
-Rape.

Worse.

What's worse than rape?

When you find that out,

then you'll know everything,
won't you?

Tell me what the hell happened, Bill?

Look, I'm sorry, Paul,
but the MP claims

he got a call to leave his post.

I've got no record of that call.

Probably a dead end,
but I'm gonna take it further.

I'm pulling up. Talk to me later.

-She's fine, Paul.
-I'm okay.

Who did it?

Stupid play, Elby. Rookie move.

Remember to take off all
identifying jewelry before an attack.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I told you I was in the O Club
all night.

She's crazy, and you're crazy.

-You burnt me.
-Sorry. Sorry about that.

What the fuck?

You just can't get good Styrofoam
these days.

Okay, let's change the subject.

What can you tell me about
Captain Elisabeth Campbell?

What about her?

She was raped and killed.
You know what rape usually is?

It's a woman who changes
her mind afterward.

Would you classify your relationship
with Elisabeth Campbell

as an intimate one?

You mean was I fucking her?

Yeah, that is what I mean.

Yeah.

I was.

But that's all I took it for.
Just some sport fucking.

I didn't think she'd run off
and tell him.

Tell who?

The general.
The bitch told the general.

-Why?
-Because she's a freak,

and that's what freaks do.

What about the general
and Campbell?

-Were they close?
-No.

-Why not?
-I don't know. You like your dad?

My dad was a drunk, a gambler,
and a womanizer.

I worshiped him.

Yeah, well, I think I've said enough.

You cooperate, and maybe we'll keep it
out of the report.

You guys don't get it.
With Elisabeth gone,

the general has got a clear field
to settle some scores.

And I'll be given the opportunity
to resign.

Maybe I can save my marriage,
maybe I can't.

Oh, great. There's a Mrs. Elby.
And what does she do,

aside from wake up in the middle
of the night screaming?

What do you mean
by settle some scores?

Look, I told you, I am done talking!

Hey, we just got started, Elby.

I'm gonna bring you up on charges
for the assault on Agent Sunhill.

See how you like 40 years
of sport fucking in a military prison.

Okay. Dare me.

Go ahead, motherfucker. Dare me.

I'm gonna ask you one more time.

What do you mean
by settle some scores?

Okay, okay, okay.

When she was alive,

he couldn't touch her

without embarrassing himself.

He couldn't touch any of us

because, you know,
she would spill all.

All?

I mean,

imagine what it would look like,

the general's daughter
banging his entire male staff.

Entire male staff?

Yeah. Yeah. Everybody.

Well, at least most of them.

What about the sheriff's son?

No. That was just for show.

She was pulling the longest
military train imaginable.

Right up the chain. She went through
most of the general's staff,

plus the staff of the Judge Advocate
and people like me in key positions.

What about Colonel Fowler?

Colonel Fowler once told me

he knew all about this

and that I was part of the problem.

I think he meant that he wasn't.

What do you think about this,
Agent Sunhill?

I think it's insane.

Not really.

Elisabeth once told me she was
conducting a field experiment

in psychological warfare.

And that the enemy was Daddy.

-You okay?
-Yeah. I've been better.

-God, Paul.
-I know, I know.

Most of these officers are married.

It's immediate grounds
for court-martial.

Their lives are over.

But I'll tell you this,
it's a hell of a motive for murder.

How does it feel to have our
suspect list multiply exponentially?

Well, at least we know
who the guys were on the tapes.

Yeah. A bunch of creeps willing
to risk it all for a piece of patch.

A piece of patch?

Sorry, darling. I just get
back on the base,

and it drudges up all my old
alpha male behavior.

Great. What's next? Gonna do a beer
funnel and light your own farts?

Maybe.

-After we see Moore.
-Oh, I can't wait.

Where is he?

Bill. Where's Moore?

-He was released.
-What?

-Restricted to quarters.
-On whose orders?

On mine. Looked like he was
having a damn heart attack.

His lawyer came in,
had a valid complaint.

You can't put an officer
in common lockup.

-He's a murder suspect, Bill!
-Since when?

Since his prints are all over
the goddamn tags.

Well, you never informed us
he was a murder suspect.

He was being held here for conduct
unbecoming, not murder.

I had no choice.

-Bill--
-I had no choice.

Moore!

Moore!

I'm going in.

Oh, my God.

The organics on Elisabeth Campbell
came back.

There was no sign of rape.

What are your thoughts on this?

Apparent suicide.
Star pattern, close-contact wound.

And I don't buy it.

Well, I'll doa U.V.

And check his hands
for gunpowder residue.

I'll let you know if I find
any inconsistencies.

Colonel Kent!

Yeah?

Were you aware of Elisabeth Campbell's
extracurricular activities?

How do you mean?

You know what I mean.

Well...

There were--
There were rumors, innuendo.

I always took it as false bravado.

You know, soldiers bragging,
that sort of thing, but...

Well, there was more to it than that.

Mr. Brenner.

As soon as you're through here,
we'll convene at the general's house

to coordinate the release
of the official findings.

What are you talking about?

Obviously Moore
was overwhelmed with guilt.

We need to close up shop.

Determine what evidence
should be classified,

release a statement
about Moore's guilt and suicide.

You don't understand, Colonel Fowler.
This is my investigation,

and it's still open.

Who the hell do you think you are?

It's over. Over.

You'd better start thinking
about your career, understand?

And you better start
thinking about yours.

You are running one lunatic base here.

You want to mess with me, colonel?

Let's start gouging away.

You've been warned.

-Move out.
-Yes, Sir.

What are you doing here, Yardley?

Shouldn't you be out
nightsticking the colored folk?

Wait in the car.
I want to talk to him.

All right.

Your son, Wes,
we gotta speak to him.

Apparently he was involved
with the victim,

but you neglected
to mention that to us.

He was on duty when it happened.
His partner can verify it.

And we got tapes of his radio calls
all night long.

Just the same, we'll be in touch.

Good night.

Asshole.

What is that?

The gods have smiled on you,
Paul Brenner.

Oh, yeah? Why is that?

Because it's a West Point
psychological report

on Elisabeth Campbell
and pages from her medical file.

Pages we were never given.

Well, what does it say?

It says we're going to West Point.

Yes?

Brenner and Sunhill, sir.

Come in, come in.

And talk loud.

Terrible thing for a shrink to lose.

Can't hear some of my patients
half the time.

Course, considering some of my
patients, maybe it's a blessing.

Colonel Slesinger--

Would you prefer being called colonel
or doctor?

I prefer Donald,

and I'm assuming you didn't fly up
from MacCallum to bullshit.

No, sir. It's what I told you
on the phone.

Yes, and I told you on the phone
I can't talk about Captain Campbell.

Nothing has changed.

You were her psychiatrist?

And a poor one at that.

And she was at the end
of her sophomore year

when she came to see you.
She must have been about 20.

She was in a serious depression.

I take it from your presence here
Lizzie's in some trouble again.

Not now.

That's good.

Well, she's too young to be dead.

She was strangled, sir.

Mock raped and then strangled.

Goddamn it! Goddamn it!

I couldn't help her, don't you see?

I tried, but I could not
unlock her enough to trust me.

But you know what?

I still can't talk about her.

No, you can't.

But you're angry, yes?

Of course.

Sometimes when I'm angry,
I talk to myself out loud.

Do you ever do that?
Just sort of rant?

Yes.

Sometimes.

Well, if you were to rant and
we happened to be in the vicinity...

-Free country.
-That's my thoughts exactly.

She sets a place on fire,
our Lizzie does.

Top woman here.

Pretty as hell.

Outdoes most of the men
in the training runs.

At the end of her sophomore year,

there was a big night exercise.

Must've been thousands involved.

Lizzie got separated from her group.

Found herself
with about a half a dozen men.

A very dark night.

Not only were the men
unknown to her,

but they were also
wearing camouflage.

They raped her almost to death.

Raped her all night long.

Taking turns.

Stripped her,

spread-eagled her,

nailed her to the earth
with tent pegs.

Just had a whale of a time.

Threatened to kill her if she talked.

Tied her underwear
around her throat?

Yes.

Oh, my God.

Someone call...

I got it. I got it.

It's okay.

Lizzie was hospitalized,

treated for venereal disease,

treated for pregnancy.

By the time I got to her,
she had gone away inside.

Never let me get close.

Who were these guys?

I need a name.

No. Sorry. Medical ethics.

I am gonna finish my work here.

I can't tell you what to do,

but if you were to go back
to my office--

Key's under the mat

...and you were to look up Lizzie's
files, you might find

an additional notation there
with a man's name on it.

Might be worth your while to snoop.
Up to you.

Free country and all that.

Sorry I couldn't be of any help.

Beginning our descent
to Fort Benning, ma'am.

Pick it up!
Get them out of the water!

Now! Now! Ranger! Let's go!

We ain't got all day!

Female on the floor!

Female on the floor!

Female on the floor!

Captain Bransford?

Yeah, that would be me.

What can I do for you, honey?

Better yet,
what can you do for me?

Well, dear, you can ask
these other men to excuse us.

Yeah, that's a CID badge
you're looking at.

Looks like I picked
the wrong woman to "honey."

Looks like.

I'm Sarah Sunhill, captain.
I'm a rape investigator for the CID.

We need to talk about
Elisabeth Campbell.

Right. Liz.

Liz and I were classmates
together at The Point.

Well, I only have just one question.

How scared are you right now?

I'm sorry, Miss Sunhill.

Is it possible that
you're in the wrong place?

Your heart's racing a little faster,

there's a little ball in your throat,
it's sticky under the arms.

-Okay, I think that's enough.
-You can sit your ass back down.

I know you weren't the leader.

If you say so, Miss Sunhill,
but I really do not know

what in the world you're referring to.

You're too weak to have started it.

You're just a guy who's gotten by
on his smile and his charm.

It's a good smile,
but you could never lead a rape.

Well, that sure is good to know.

Elisabeth Campbell
was murdered 36 hours ago.

Staked out with tent pegs
and strangled.

So I'm going to ask you
my question again, Captain Bransford.

How scared are you right now?

I was right here on the post, lady.

But you were right there
seven years ago on maneuvers.

-You were there for the rape.
-You can't prove shit.

That's not what Dr. Slesinger's
records say.

Yeah, okay. I went to see Slesinger.

And I told him a story
that I had heard.

That's what his records say,
Miss Sunhill. It was just a story.

Somebody else's story,
and that's it, understand?

What is that?

What does it look like?

Well, it looks like underwear.

Women's underwear.

Amazing scientific changes
in the last few years,

captain, wouldn't you agree?

I wouldn't know.

In certain fields,
it's been incredible.

-Well, if you say so.
-Like DNA.

If it's there, it's there forever.

But then you probably
already knew that.

Those are hers, aren't they?

I tried to stop it.

I did everything I could,

but they hated her.

They hated her so much.

They hated that
she was smarter than them,

and they hated being out there with
someone who had to squat to piss.

I tried to save her.
I did everything I could,

but I couldn't make them stop.

Who were the others?

It was my recon squad.

Names are in the yearbook.

Liz was my friend.

Thank you very much, captain,
for your cooperation.

Someone from CID will be in touch.

-What are you doing?
-What does it look like?

-What about the DNA?
-What DNA?

I bought those an hour ago.

So long, honey.

That's a positive match, right?

Yeah, Paul.
It's only a partial boot print,

but it's definitely Colonel Fowler's,

and it's right next to the body.

Good. Good work.

Look, we've only got
till the end of the day,

then the feds are gonna be
all over us. Gotta go.

Hi.

I got a lot on my plate just now.

I just want to thank you
for everything you did.

For what?

For leaving the medical records
in the car.

Now, did he instruct you to
give me the medical records?

Not in so many words,

but I think I knew his wishes.

Anything that might help Elisabeth.

I'm sure you know
how much he loved her.

Not as much as he loved you.

What do you mean?

I don't know. Just something
about the surprise way

that you came in that night,

the extra care he had
in making dinner.

What do you plan on doing about it?

Not a thing, other than to tell you
I'm sorry about Moore

and to ask you for your help.
Here, sit down.

What exactly do you need to know?

I want to know about the re-creation
of the original rape.

I suppose that's what it was.

Was it Moore's idea to do this,
to cleanse her of her past?

Oh, no. Jesus, no.
She thought it up.

He couldn't talk her out of it.

Okay, so he felt so bad
that he killed himself?

Look, you and I both know
that's not how this happened.

And that is where they
screwed up, whoever did this,

because they didn't know
about Bob and me.

Bob could no sooner
have killed himself

than I could pull a chicken
out of my ear.

But these nefarious types,
they don't get that.

They don't understand that.
Affairs of the heart.

Way beyond them.

Okay, so he staged this thing, okay?

He tied her up, he got rid
of her clothes, what?

Yeah. He also had to make
the call to the general

-and play him the tape.
-The tape?

Joe, Brenner.

Paul. Come in, please.

Just wanted to say goodbye, sir.

I'll be driving back to Headquarters
in the morning.

I'm leaving tomorrow too.

I'm taking Elisabeth up to Michigan
to be buried next to her mother.

Thank you for everything you did.

I understand you're still
going into politics, sir.

The jury's still out.

We'll see.

When you just thanked me
for what I had done,

what I wanted to say to you
was I really didn't do anything.

At least not anything right.

I did a lot of things that were wrong.

You're not responsible
for Moore's death, Paul.

Any good investigator has
to follow his instincts.

I'd like to talk to you
about that, sir.

We all know that Moore did it,
then killed himself out of guilt.

Then we're all in agreement.

Then I got thinking,
what if I was wrong?

What if it wasn't the same car
three times, but three different cars?

That's certainly
an interesting theory,

but what difference does it make
since Moore is dead?

Probably none, sir,

but it got me thinking
about your daughter

and what she told me she taught.

"Mostly we fuck with people's minds,"
she said.

Okay, then.

Thank you, Brenner.

You can go now.

-Tell me about the rape.
-But she wasn't raped.

It was just made to appear that way.

The rape at West Point.

It was kept confidential,

for the good of the academy.

And the Army.

And it was best for
Elisabeth that way.

You were in Germany
when it happened.

Berlin. I was stationed there.

-I came back as soon as I heard.
-We flew all night.

And you went straight there
from the airport.

Of course!

No meeting first?

Seems Mr. Brenner
is very well-informed.

It was in her psych record, sir.

It didn't happen that way.

George, he's right.

The meeting did come first.

It was seven years ago.
The details get confusing.

It was nothing.

Just a quick briefing in a hotel
near The Point.

General Sonnenberg, he was very...

...sympathetic.

I want justice for my daughter.

I would give anything
if this had never happened,

but it did, and I'm trying to tell you
the reality of the situation.

We'll never find them,
so we'll never know who did it.

But we do know this.

A coed academy is a good call,
a necessary call.

Better one unreported
and unvindicated rape

than to shake the foundations
of West Point.

To cast suspicion
on a thousand soldiers

who did not gang rape
a woman that night.

All you have to do
is convince your daughter

that she, the academy,

the Army, and the cause of equality
would be best served

if she just forgot
about the whole thing.

These are the times we live in, Joe.

He was right.

If it had gone public,

it would have permanently damaged
women in the military.

It would have destroyed West Point.

It was an untenable situation.

Is that what you told Elisabeth?

Not in so many words, no.

She was

in no condition
to understand that then.

I simply tried to tell her
that I loved her.

I loved her very much.

Daddy loves you.

And he's so proud of you.

Rest now.

Try not to think about it anymore.

No. Baby, listen to me.

I only want what's best for you.

Trust me.

Do you? Like you always did?

Then don't ever think
about any of this again.

I know, I know, it was an awful thing.

A terrible, terrible thing.

But thinking about it won't help it,

SO

close your eyes.

It never happened.

None of this

ever happened.

Not my finest hour.

You were just doing what you said.

Trying to protect her.

I did what I had to.

What I thought best
for everyone concerned.

There's nothing else
that could've been done.

We never would have found them
anyway.

Here you are, sir.

What is that?

Names of the perpetrators
my associate, Agent Sunhill,

found with a minimum of trouble.
Apple pie, sir.

That's just brilliant.

Each man will be looking
at 20 years, sir.

I think you'd better go now.

Fine.

We'll deal with
the phone call issue tomorrow.

If you prefer.
Perhaps before your flight.

What phone call issue?

I've excellent reason to believe

that Moore phoned you at 0300 hours
the night of the murder.

Why in the world
would he have done that?

Well, if I'm right, sir,

I think the whole re-creation
of the rape was Elisabeth's idea.

God knows why she did it.

Perhaps because you were
going into politics,

she thought this was
her last chance.

But I think she got Moore to put her

in exactly the same position
the rapists did seven years ago.

This time you weren't in Germany,

and if I'm right,
she would have wanted you

to see firsthand
what you covered up.

That never happened.

A gift from Moore's lawyer.

Dad, this is Elisabeth.

I need to discuss something
extremely urgent with you.

You must meet me at the mount site
no later than 0330 hours.

I have an answer to your ultimatum.

It's hard to argue
with a recorded voice.

I'm sure that was part of her plan.

What does she mean
by an ultimatum, sir?

I gave her two options.

Resign her commission,
or agree to some sort of therapy.

If she rejected both of those,

I would instruct
the Staff Judge Advocate

to investigate her misconduct

and draw up charges
for a general court-martial.

I'm sure that seems callous to you.

So you drove out to the mount site.

Of course.

I needed an answer.

Here's the answer
to your damn ultimatum!

Jesus Christ!

Do you see what they did to me?

Do you see?

Don't turn away, you coward!

Come closer! Get a better look!
See what they put me through!

What the fuck do you hope
to accomplish?

There's a rope around my neck.
You can strangle me if you want to,

or you can just cover it up
like you did before.

Have you gone completely
out of your mind?

It happened.

It happened!

I want to hear you say it happened!

I don't give a damn what happened
to you seven years ago.

Whatever hurts you
makes me stronger.

That which does not destroy me
makes me stronger.

You can't hurt me anymore.

-We're even.
-That's fine with me.

You never helped me!

Daddy, please don't go.

Come back.

Please.

Please don't...

Daddy.

So you were in the second car.

Which means Colonel Fowler

must have been in the third.

You couldn't expect the man
to deal with his own child.

She was screaming such vituperations
at him.

Of course not.

So he called me

and he asked me to deal with it.

And I went.

And I found her dead.

You found her dead?

Of course.

But you will never get me to testify
against the general.

What?

I've been by Joe Campbell's side
too many times.

Looked death in the face with him

too many times.

I will not back down now.

What in God's name
are you talking about?

It wasn't like
she didn't give him reason.

George, for Christ's sake!

And then when we realized

she was fucking everybody

from Bill Kent to Jake Elby,

it was too late for official action.

Colonel Fowler!

We would have had to ask
for all their resignations.

Strangulation, you think?

Then resign ourselves.

You need civilian authority.

What happened to you?

You had no other choice, sir.

You think I killed my own daughter?

It'll die with me, Joe.

You sorry son of a bitch.

-Bill. where's Moore?
-He was released.

Oh, my God.

-Seiver.
-Cal, it's me.

-You arrest Fowler?
-No. Let me speak to Sunhill.

She's not here.
Got in about an hour ago,

then went back out
to the crime scene.

She go out there alone?

No, sir.
She took the big dog with her.

Captain America himself, Kent.

His idea. He wants you
to meet them out there.

Yeah, of course he does.

Shit!

Sunhill!

Bill, we've been through this whole
place a dozen times before.

We're not gonna get
anything else out of this.

Paul?

Sure, sure.

Paul.

I think the three of us need to
go back to your office and talk.

I've always been
an outdoorsy kind of guy.

-Kent.
-Why don't we talk here?

That is if we have anything
really important to talk about.

I thought you'd do your job.

Pin it on Moore,
then move the fuck on.

Oh, God.

But I forgot you were the nastiest rat
in the shithouse.

Just goes to show you.

Why'd you do it?

Why?

Well, you tell me. You're the expert.

I think this was a woman
giving it out all over the post,

and the one man
who cared about her,

the one who's willing
to risk it all for her,

is the person she doesn't want.

And that's because she couldn't want
anybody.

See, I just wanted
to be with her forever.

She owned my heart.

She tormented me.
She became my obsession.

So I followed her

and found her out there on the range.

On display.

Elisabeth.

Get out of here, Bill.
Get the fuck out of here.

He'll come back, I know he will.

You can't be around.
You'll ruin it all.

What are you doing out here?
What's all this about?

Did my father send you?
Is that why you're here?

-No.
-Did he send you to shut me up?

No.

No.

Well, this time I won't be quiet.

This time I'm gonna tell everything.

About him, about you.
I'm gonna tell your wife.

I'm gonna tell your kids.

Don't touch me.

Get your hands off me.

You repulse me.

You're a disgrace.
You're not a soldier.

You're not even a man.

You're just a fuck.

I fucked you.

Oh, Christ!

God!

Come on, Bill, let's get going.

Come on.

I'm all yours, Paulie.

Before you come any closer,

don't you want to know
where you're standing?

-Where am I standing?
-In a minefield.

Oh, come on, Bill.

I buried some Bouncing Betties.

Antipersonnel.

You buy that?
You're reasonably safe here, Paul.

But little Miss Can't-Be-Wrong
over there,

she's deep in the hurt locker.

You remember how
the Betty works?

First man trips the primary,

mine shoots up,

the rest of the column
walks into the blast.

Heads are removed, or limbs.
Whatever.

Backtrack the way you came.

You know, it's amazing
what a load of shrapnel

will do to flesh and bone.

Sarah, you're fine.

God.

Scared you, didn't I?

You're an asshole, Kent.

Come on, Bill, it's over.

Yeah, it's over.

But not the way you think.

Atten-hut!

Present! Hut!

Shoulder! Hut!

Left shoulder! Hut!

The human eye can distinguish
16 shades of gray.

A computer image processor
analyzing a fingerprint

can distinguish 256 shades of gray,
which is impressive.

The human heart,
mind, and soul, however,

can distinguish an infinite
number of emotional,

psychological, and moral shadings.

In Psy Ops we deal
with the blackest of black,

and the whitest of white.

Thank you.

At ease, soldier.

Is Colonel Fowler coming?

No. He's taking
some much-needed R & R.

He's a good man, George.

A good man and a good soldier.

Sometimes the lines
get a little blurred,

but when push comes to shove,

he'll do what needs to be done.

And what is that, sir?

Why, say Moore called him, of course,

and that I was never out there.

He'll do that for me

even if it means his career.

Like a good soldier.

Nothing is gained by my involvement.

A letter of commendation
will be inserted into your file

in recognition of your
exemplary work on this case.

Remember when I asked you
if you were a cop or a soldier?

Yes, sir.

Well, you're a soldier, Paul.

And a damn fine one.

General Campbell.

You're wrong.

I'm a rotten soldier.

And why is that?

You really don't get it, do you?

The only mind Elisabeth wanted
to fuck with was yours.

And you still don't get it.

I've done nothing wrong.

You killed her.

What did you say?

Seven years ago
in that hospital room

when you told her
to just forget about it,

you killed her.

Kent killed her.

No. Kent just put her
out of her misery.

I once asked Moore
what was worse than rape.

Now I know.

Betrayal.

I loved Elisabeth,

but there were larger issues
to consider.

You traded her trust for your career.

You made a deal, didn't you?

You kept silent,
and they gave you another star.

You watch your mouth, Brenner.

I'm gonna say that in my report,
that you knew she was out there,

that you went out and talked to her
and left her there to die.

You don't have the balls.

Oh, you're wrong, sir,

because that's just about all
I have left.

You do that,

and you can kiss
your career goodbye.

I'm gonna have you
court-martialed, general,

under article 32 for conspiracy
to conceal a crime.

Hut!

Atten-hut!

When this all started,

I told you that we would find
the son of a bitch, sir.

I never expected that the son
of a bitch would be you.

Firing party!

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

Aim! Fire!

Aim!

Fire!

Present!

Arms!