Most scenes together: Lt. Daniel Kaffee & Lt. Col. Matthew Markinson (47), Lt. Cdr. JoAnne Galloway & Lt. Col. Matthew Markinson (26), Lt. Daniel Kaffee & Lt. Cdr. JoAnne Galloway (24)
Joanne, you're coming dangerously close to the textbook definition of interfering with a government investigation.
I'm Louden Downey's attorney. Aunt Ginny; she said she feels like she's known me for years, so I suggested that she might feel more comfortable if I was directly involved with the case. She had Louden sign the papers about an hour ago.
I suppose it's way too much to hope that you're making this up just to bother me.
Lieutenant Kendrick, in your opinion was Private Santiago a good Marine?
I'd say he was about average.
Lieutenant Kendrick, you signed three proficiency and conduct reports on Santiago, and on all three you indicated a rating of "Below Average".
Yes, Private Santiago was below average. I did not see the need to trample on a man's grave.
Lieutenant Kendrick, may I call you John?
No. You may not.
Have I done something to offend you?
No, I like all you Navy boys. Every time we gotta go someplace to fight, you fellas give us a ride.
Lieutenant, do you recall an incident involving a PFC Curtis Bell, who'd been found stealing liquor from the officers' club?
Yes, I do.
Did you report Private Bell to the proper authorities?
I have two books at my bedside, Lieutenant: the Marine Corps Code of Conduct and the King James Bible. The only proper authorities I'm aware of are my commanding officer, Colonel Nathan R. Jessep, and the Lord our God.
At your request, Lieutenant Kendrick, I can have the record reflect your lack of acknowledgment of this court as a proper authority.
Maybe if we work at it we can get Dawson charged with the Kennedy assassination.
Are you drunk?
Pretty much...yeeaahh.
I'll put on a pot of coffee. We've got a long night's work ahead.
She's gonna make coffee... that's nice.
Downey wasn't in his room, wasn't even there. That was an important piece of infromation, don't you think?
Danny, it was a set back, and I'm sorry, but we fix it and move on to Markinson.
Markinson's dead. You really gotta hand it to those Federal Marshals... boy, it's not like he hanged himself by his shoelaces or slashed his wrists with a concealed butter knife. This guy got into full dress uniform, stood in the middle of that room, drew a nickel-plated pistol from his holster, and fired a bullet into his mouth. Anyway, since we seem to be out of witnesses, I thought I'd drink a little.
I still think we can win.
Then maybe you should drink a little.
Oh, Harold? You see what I'm getting at? If Santiago didn't have anything on you... why did you give him a Code Red?
He broke the chain of command, sir.
I'm sorry, he what?
He went outside of his unit.
Harold, I can't be hearing this right. He what?
Were you able to speak to your friend in the N.I.S.?
Yeah. She said if Markinson doesn't want to be found, we're not gonna find him. She said I could be Markinson and you wouldn't know it.
Kaffee [eyeing Sam suspiciously]: Are you Markinson?
No.
I'm not Markinson. That's two down.
Why did Markinson go U.A.?
We'll never know.
You don't think I can subpoena Markinson?
You can try, but you won't find him. You know what Markinson did the first seventeen of his twenty-six years in the Corps? Counterintelligence. Markinson's gone. There is no Markinson.
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Look, Danny, Jessep's star is on the rise. Division will give me a lot of room on this one to spare Jessep and the Corps any embarrassment.
How much room?
I'll knock it down to Involuntary Manslaughter--two years. They're home in six months.
No deal. We're going to court.
No, you're not.
Why not?
Because Danny knows that even though he's got me by the balls out here, in a courtroom, he loses this case.
You and Dawson, you both live in the same dreamworld. It doesn't matter what I believe. It only matters what I can prove! So please, don't tell me what I know, or don't know; I know the law.
You know nothing about the law. You're a used-car salesman, Daniel. You're an ambulance chaser with a rank. You're nothing. Live with that.
You don't believe their story, do you? You think they ought to go to jail for the rest of their lives.
I believe every word of their story. And I think they ought to go to jail for the rest of their lives.
You got authorization from Aunt Ginny.
Perfectly within my province.
Does Aunt Ginny have a barn? We could hold the trial there. I could sew the costumes, maybe his Uncle Goober could be the judge.
You, uh... you don't like me very much, do you? Forget it, don't answer that, it doesn't matter. You know, Downey worships you. He's gonna do whatever you do. Are you really gonna let this happen to him because of a code, Harold?
Do you think we were right?
It doesn't matter--
DO YOU THINK WE WERE RIGHT?!
I think you'd lose.
You're such a coward. I can't believe they let you wear a uniform.
I'm not gonna feel responsible for this, I really did everything I could. You're going to Leavenworth for the better part of your life, and you know what? I don't give a shit. [opens door to leave, then stops] What happened to saluting an officer when he leaves the room?
[Dawson stands and puts his hands firmly in his pockets]
I, uh, had the pleasure of meeting your father once. I was a teenager, he spoke at my high school.
Lionel Kaffee?
Yes, sir.
Well, what do you know? [to Kendrick] This man's dad once made a lot of enemies in your neck of the woods. Jefferson v. Madison County School District. Folks down there said a little black girl couldn't go to an all-white school. Lionel Kaffee said, "Well, we'll just see about that." How the hell is your dad, Danny?
He passed away seven years ago, sir.
Not at all, sir.
Airmen Cecil O'Malley and Anthony Rodriguez, what exactly were these guys going to testify to?
Unless 'm mistaken, they were going to testify under oath that they had absolutely no recollection of anything.
Strong witnesses.
And handsome too, dontcha think?
I'll see you around campus. I gotta go arrest Kendrick.
Tell him I say hi.
Will do.
I have here the Marine Corps Outline for Recruit Training. I'd like you to turn to the chapter on "code reds".
Well, you see, sir, "code red" is a term we use, just down in Gitmo--
Oh, then, we're in luck. Marching Orders/Standard Operating Procedure, Rifle Security Company, Guatanamo Bay, Cuba. I'm sure we'll find it in there.
You won't find it in there, either, sir.
Cpl. Barnes, I'm a Marine. You mean to tell me there's no manual, no set of instructions that tells me, as a Marine, one of my duties is to perform "code reds?"
No, sir. No book, sir.
No further questions.
Cpl. Barnes, turn to the page in this book that tells me how to get to the mess hall.
Lt. Kaffee, that's not in the book, sir.
You mean the whole time you've been at Gitmo, you've never had a meal?
No, sir. Three squares a day, sir.
Then how did you find the mess hall if it wasn't in this book?
Well, sir, like everybody else, I just followed the crowd at chow time, sir.
No further questions.
