Captain, I'd like to request that it be me who's the attorney...
That it be myself who's assigned...
No, that it be I who am assigned...
That it be I who am assigned? That's confidence inspiring!
Good grammar, there!
- Lieutenant Commander Galloway. - Captain West is expecting you.
Jo, come on in.
Lt. Commander Galloway. You know Commander Lawrence?
- I appreciate you seeing me. - Will you sit down?
- I'm fine, sir. - Have a seat!
- We've had some trouble in Cuba? - Yes, sir. Last Friday.
Two Marines, a Corporal Dawson and a Private Downey...
...entered the barracks room of a Private Santiago and assaulted him.
Santiago died in hospital an hour later.
Naval Intelligence Service says the two men...
...wanted to stop Santiago naming Dawson in a fenceline shooting.
- The hearing's at 1600 hours. - What's the problem?
They're both model Marines. Santiago was a screwup.
- It sounds like a Code Red. - Christ!
I'd like to have them assigned counsel.
Someone who has both the legal skill...
...and a familiarity with the military.
I'd like to suggest that I be the one who that...
...that it be me who is assigned to represent them, myself.
- Why don't you get a cup of coffee? - I'm fine, sir.
Leave the room, so we can talk about you behind your back.
I thought Code Reds weren't going on anymore.
Who knows what goes on at Guantanamo with the Marines?
We'd better find out before the rest of the world does.
What about this Commander Galloway?
She's been working a desk at Internal Affairs for a little over a year.
She disposed of three cases in two years.
Who's she handling? Rosenberg's?
- She's not a litigator. - But a hell of an investigator...
In Internal Affairs, sure. She can crawl up a lawyer's ass with the best.
I know, I know, all passion, no street smarts. Bring her back in.
Jo.
- We'll have the defendants moved here. - Thank you, sir.
And I'll have Division assign them counsel.
But, not me?
You're too valuable to waste...
...on a five-minute plea bargain and a week's paperwork.
- There might be more involved. - Don't worry about it.
Division will assign the right man for the job.
Let's go, let's get two!
Sorry.
Nothing to be sorry about. Look the ball into your glove.
Keep your eyes open! Then you'll have a better chance.
- Kaffee! - You seem distraught.
You're stalling on the McDermott case.
We do it now, or I'll hang him from a yardarm!
- Do we hang people from yardarms? - I don't think so.
Sherby doesn't think we do that anymore.
I'll charge him with being under the influence on duty.
You plead guilty, I'll recommend 30 days in the brig.
- It was oregano! - He thought it was marijuana.
He's a moron. That's not illegal.
I got people to answer to. I'm gonna charge him!
With possession of a condiment?
If you ask for jail time, I'll file a motion to dismiss.
You won't get it!
I'll file a motion seeking to obtain an evidentiary ruling in advance...
...then I'll file against pre-trial confinement.
You'll get three months' paperwork...
...because he smoked a dime bag of oregano.
Let's go! Let's get two!
- 20 days in the brig! - 15 days' restricted duty.
- Why am I agreeing? - You have wisdom beyond your years.
Good morning... How's the baby, Sam?
- She'll say her first word soon. - How can you tell?
She just looks like she has something to say.
Excuse me, sorry I'm late.
You don't have a good excuse so I won't force you to tell a bad one.
- Thank you, sir. - This first one's for you.
You're moving up in the world. Division wants you.
- To do what? - Guantanamo Bay, Cuba.
A Marine Corporal named Dawson fires a round...
...from his weapon, over the fenceline and into Cuba.
What's a fenceline?
- Wall between good guys and bad guys. - Teacher's pet.
Santiago threatens to rat on Dawson to Naval Investigators.
Dawson and another member of his squad, Private Louden Downey...
...go into Santiago's room, tie him up...
...stuff a rag down his throat...
...an hour later, he's dead.
Attending physician says the rag was treated with a toxin.
- They poisoned him? - Not according to them.
- What do they say? - Not much.
They're being flown up tomorrow. On Wednesday...
...you'll catch a transport down to Cuba to find out what you can.
In the meantime, go and see Lt. Commander JoAnne Galloway.
- Any questions? - I fly at 0600? In the morning?
We'll go by the book, so I'm assigning co-counsel.
- Any volunteers? - No. I've a stack of papers to do.
- Work with Kaffee. - For just four days?
Doing various administrative... things.
In other words, no responsibilities? My kind of case!
Right, but I need that report by Wednesday.
- Hi! - Hold on... Hi!
Daniel Kaffee. I was told to meet...
...Lieutenant Commander Galloway.
- About a briefing. - I'll call you back.
- You're the attorney? - Yes, and this is Sam Weinberg.
- I have no responsibilities. - Have a seat.
- Have you been in the Navy long? - Nine months now.
- And when did you graduate? - A year ago.
- I see. - Have I done something wrong?
When I asked for counsel, I hoped to be taken seriously.
No offence taken.
He's our best litigator. He obtained 44 plea bargains in nine months.
- Almost got my steak knives. - Have you ever been in court?
I had my licence suspended... They need a priest, not a lawyer.
No, they'll need a lawyer.
Dawson's family has been contacted. Downey just has his aunt.
- Shall I contact her? - Sure, if you feel like it.
You'll be seeing Colonel Jessep. You've heard of him?
Who hasn't?
The papers say he's tipped for the National Security Council.
- Santiago sent these from GITMO. - That's Guantanamo Bay.
He wrote to all the senior officers, even his senator.
He wanted a transfer. No one listened. Are you with me?
Then he offered to trade information about the shooting for a transfer.
Right. Is that all?
It seems your client had a motive to kill Santiago.
- Got you! And Santiago is... who? - The victim.
These letters are not flattering about Marine Corps life?
And an investigation might embarrass the Security Council guy?
- Colonel Jessep... - 12 years.
If they drop "conspiracy" and "conduct unbecoming".
- You haven't done anything yet! - Impressive, huh?
- You'll have to go deeper. - Do you have jurisdiction here?
My job is to make sure you do your job.
So my jurisdiction's in your face.
Read the letters. Report when you return from Cuba.
- Dismissed! - I always forget that part.
He's preoccupied. He has a baseball game next week.
Tell him not to get cute. Guantanamo Marines are fanatical.
- About what? - About being Marines.
"My name is PFC William Santiago -
- of Rifle Security Company Windward, 2nd Platoon Bravo.
I am writing to inform you of my problems here in Cuba.
I've fallen out of runs before, because of dizziness or nausea.
On May 18th, I'd fallen back about 20 yards going down a rocky hill.
My sergeant pushed me down the hill, then I saw all black and fell down.
The hospital said it was heat exhaustion.
I ask your help. I need a transfer out of RS C.
Sincerely, PFC William T. Santiago, US Marines. "
"PS: In ex change for my transfer, -
- I have information about the shooting on August 2nd. "
Who the fuck is PFC William T. Santiago?
He's in 2nd Platoon Bravo, sir.
Apparently he's not happy here at Shangri-la.
He's asked everyone but Santa Claus for a transfer.
Now he's telling tales about a fenceline shooting. Matthew?
- I'm appalled, sir. - You're appalled.
This kid ratted on a member of his unit, to say nothing of the fact -
- that he's a US Marine who can't run without collapsing.
- What is going on in Bravo company? - Can we discuss it in private?
I can handle this situation, sir.
Like you handled Curtis Bell? Don't interrupt, I'm your superior!
And I'm yours, Matthew. What are we going to do about this?
- He should be transferred at once. - He's that bad?
If word of this letter gets out, he'll get his ass whipped.
Transfer Santiago? You're right. Yes, that's the thing to do.
Wait! I've got a better idea.
Let's transfer the whole squad.
No, let's transfer the whole division off the base.
Jon, go and tell the boys to pack their bags.
Tom!
Get me the President. We're surrendering our position in Cuba.
Wait a minute, Tom. Maybe we should consider this for a second.
Dismissed, Tom.
I'm just spit-balling here, -
- but maybe it's our responsibility to train Santiago?
Maybe we have a responsibility to this country to see -
- that those protecting it are trained professionals.
I think I read that somewhere once.
And I'm thinking, Colonel, that your idea of transferring Santiago, -
- while expeditious and painless, -
- might not be quite the American way?
Santiago stays where he is.
We're going to train the lad. Jon, you're in charge.
If Santiago doesn't get 4.6, 4.6 in his next proficiency report, -
- I'm going to blame you. And then I'll kill you.
I think that's a mistake, Colonel.
Matthew, I think I'll have that word in private now.
That's all. Meet me at the "O" Club. We'll talk about William's training.
- I'll welcome your suggestions. - Dismissed.
Matthew, sit down. Please.
- What do you think of Kendrick? - I don't think my opinion...
I think he's a bit of a weasel.
But he's a very good officer, and we agree on how to do our job.
Our business is saving lives. We have to take that seriously.
I believe that if we transfer a Marine who is not up to the job, -
- we put lives in danger. Sit down, Matthew.
We went to the Academy together, served in Vietnam together.
But I've been promoted with more speed and success than you.
If that causes you tension or embarrassment, I don't give a shit.
Our business is saving lives, Lieutenant Colonel Markinson.
Don't ever question my orders in front of another officer.
All the paperwork's in order. Step over there.
- Hal, is this Washington D. C? - All right, let's move.
I wanted to talk to you about Dawson and Downey.
- Say again? - Dawson and Downey.
- The names seem familiar, but... - Your clients?
The Cuba thing! Oh yeah, right.
I've done something wrong again.
Why are they sitting in jail while you're hitting a ball?
- We need to practice. - That wasn't funny.
Would you be insulted if I recommended another counsel?
- Why? - I don't think you're up to it.
You don't even know me! It usually takes people hours to find that out.
That was funny!
You're wrong. I do know you.
Daniel Alistair Kaffee, born June 8th, 1964, in Boston.
Son of Lionel Kaffee, former Attorney-General, died 1985.
You went to Harvard, then joined the Navy, because your father wanted it.
You're just treading water here until you get a real job.
But that's fine, I won't tell.
But if you handle this case in your usual slick manner, -
- then something's gonna get missed.
I can't let Dawson and Downey sit in jail -
- because you chose the path of least resistance.
Wow! I'm sexually aroused, Commander!
I don't think it was murder. There was no intent.
Santiago asphyxiated from acute lactic acidosis.
It was suggestive of poison. Whatever that means, it sounds bad.
When he died, the doctor didn't know the reason.
- Two hours later, he said poison. - Was it Prof. Plumb in the library?
I'll see your supervisor.
He's in the big white house with the pillars.
I don't think you'll have much luck. Division must think I'm good.
I appreciate your interest and enthusiasm, but I can handle things.
Do you know what a Code Red is?
What a pity.
Officer on deck, ten-hut!
Corporal Dawson, sir! RS C Company Windward!
You haven't been "working well with others", Harold!
PFC Louden Downey, sir!
I'm Daniel Kaffee, this is Sam Weinberg. Sit down.
This your signature? Don't say "sir." Is this yours?
- Sir, yes, sir! - At least don't say it twice.
- What's a Code Red? - It's a disciplinary action.
If a Marine falls out of line, the others get him on track.
- What's the garden variety? - Sir?
You say "sir" and I look for my father. Danny, Daniel Kaffee.
What's a typical Code Red?
If a Marine won't bathe, the men give him a GI shower.
- And what's that? - Scrub brushes, steel wool.
Was the attack on Santiago a Code Red?
Does he ever talk?
He will answer any direct question.
- Was there poison on the rag? - No, sir.
- Turpentine, antifreeze? - We were going to shave his head.
- When suddenly... - Blood was dripping down his mouth.
There was blood all over his face, so Dawson called the ambulance.
- Did anyone see you call it? - No, sir.
- Were you there when it arrived? - Yes, and we were arrested.
Did you on Aug. 2nd fire a shot across the fenceline into Cuba?
Yes, sir. My mirror engaged, sir.
Every American sentry has a Cuban counterpart. His "mirror".
Santiago's letter says you fired illegally.
He says the "mirror" never made a move.
Harold? You see what I'm getting at?
Why else would you give him a Code Red?
He broke the chain of command. He went outside his unit.
He should have spoken to me first, then his sergeant...
All right. Did you intend to kill Santiago?
- No, sir, to train him! - Train him to do what?
To think of his unit before himself. To respect the code.
- What's the code? - Unit, Corps, God, Country!
- Pardon? - Unit, Corps, God, Country... sir.
The government wants to charge you with murder.
You want me to tell the prosecutor 'Unit, Corps, God, Country'?
That's our code, sir.
That's your code. We'll be back.
- You need anything? Books, papers? - No, thank you, sir!
There's a concept you'd better get used to.
- Sir? - I'm the only friend you've got.
- Welcome to the big time! - You think so?
I hope you're better at law than at softball.
Unfortunately I play softball best. I'm off to Cuba, Janelle!
Say hi to Castro for me.
If they plead guilty they get 20 years and serve half.
- 12. They called the ambulance. - They killed a Marine.
The lab says maybe the rag was poisoned.
The Chief of Internal Medicine says he's sure.
- What do you know about Code Reds? - Oh, man...
Are we off the record?
You'll get the 12 years. But you should know -
- Lieutenant Kendrick specifically told the men not to touch Santiago.
- We playing hoops tomorrow? - Do we have a deal?
I'll talk to you when I get back.
- Any luck getting me replaced? - Everyone's your friend.
Listen, I came to make peace. What do you say, friends?
I took Downey the comic books he wanted.
He hardly knows why he's been arrested.
- Look, Commander... - Call me JoAnne. Or Jo.
You contact them again, I'll have you disbarred. Friends?
I had authorization from Ginny Miller, his aunt.
- Aunt Ginny authorized you? - I called her.
- We spoke for an hour. - You were authorized by Aunt Ginny.
- It's within my province. - We can hold the trial in her barn.
I'll sew the costumes, Uncle Goober can be judge.
I'm going to Cuba with you tomorrow.
"And the hits just keep on coming."
- How's it going, Luther? - Another day, another dollar.
- Play as they lay. - What goes around comes around.
- I got my health. - You got everything. See you!
Not if I see you first.
You're my witness: the baby spoke. She said a word.
- She made a sound. - Come on! It was definitely a word.
You heard her. She pointed and said "Pa".
- She was pointing at a mailbox. - Yes. "Pa! Look, a mailbox."
- Jack Ross offered me the 12 years. - That's what you wanted, right?
- I mean... I guess I'll take it. - So?
- It took about 45 seconds. - Take the 12 years, it's a gift.
You don't believe them. You think they should get life.
I believe every word of their story, and I think they should get life.
See you tomorrow.
- Don't forget to wear the whites! - I don't like them.
We're going to Cuba. You got Dramamine?
- That keeps you cool? - No, but you get airsick.
It's because I'm afraid of crashing. Dramamine won't help.
I got some oregano, I hear that works.
Ross said a strange thing, just before I left.
He said Lt. Kendrick had told the men not to touch Santiago.
- So? - I don't even know who Kendrick is.
What the hell. See you tomorrow.
I'm Corporal Barnes, I'll escort you to the Windward side of the base.
I have camouflage jackets, I suggest you wear them.
We're going close to the fenceline.
If the Cubans see an officer in white they might take a shot.
Good call, Sam.
We'll just take the ferry.
- We're taking a boat? - Across the bay.
No one mentioned a boat. I'm just not crazy about them.
- Jesus Christ, you're in the Navy! - Nobody likes her very much.
Nathan Jessep. Come on in.
Daniel Kaffee, attorney.
Lt. Commander JoAnne Galloway.
Observing and evaluating. Lt. Weinberg, my assistant.
This is Colonel Markinson, and Platoon Leader Lt. Kendrick.
Lieutenant Kaffee.
I met your father once. He spoke at my high school.
- Lionel Kaffee? - Yes, sir.
Jon, this man's dad once made a lot of enemies.
Jefferson versus Madison County School District.
They didn't want a black girl in a white school.
Lionel Kaffee said, "We'll see about that."
- How the hell is your dad, Danny? - He passed away seven years ago.
- Don't I feel like an asshole! - Not at all, sir.
- What can we do for you, Danny? - Not much, sir.
This is really just a formality.
- They insist we interview everyone. - JAG Corps can be demanding.
Jon'll show you what you want to see, then we can meet for lunch.
You met with the men that afternoon. What did you say?
I told them we had an informer, -
- but that Private Santiago was not to be harmed.
- What time was that? - 1600.
That's four o'clock.
We should make sure somebody gets this to his parents.
- Lt. Kendrick, may I call you Jon? - No.
- Have I offended you? - No, I like all you Navy boys.
When we have to fight, you fellas always give us a ride.
Do you think he was murdered?
I believe in God and Jesus Christ, so I'll say this:
Santiago's death is a tragedy.
But he died because he had no code, and no honour. And God was watching.
- How do you feel about that theory? - Sounds good.
Are you going to investigate, or just take the guided tour?
I'm pacing myself.
They ran around looking for something white to wave.
Some of them surrendered to a crew from CNN.
Walk softly and carry an armoured tank division, I always say.
That was delicious.
- I do have to ask some questions. - Shoot!
An NIS agent told you that Santiago knew about a fenceline shooting.
Santiago was going to say who did it in exchange for a transfer.
If you feel there are any details I'm missing, tell me.
Thank you.
You called Colonel Markinson and Lt. Kendrick into your office. And?
We agreed that for his own safety he should be transferred.
Santiago was set to be transferred?
On the first flight to the States. 0600 next morning.
Five hours too late, it turned out.
All right, that's all. Thanks very much for your time.
The corporal will drive you back.
- Wait, I've got some questions. - No, you don't. No!
On the morning of the death, did you meet Dr. Stone?
- Of course. One of my men was dead. - You see? He was dead. Let's go.
- Have you ever heard of Code Red? - I've heard the term, yes.
In February, you received a memo from the Fleet Commander -
- warning against enlisted men disciplining their own?
Whoever wrote that memo has never looked down a Cuban AK-47 rifle.
However, I gave it due attention. What is your point, Jo?
She has no point, it's part of her charm. Goodbye!
My point is that I think Code Reds still go on. Do they?
- He doesn't need to answer that. - Yes, he does.
- No, he really doesn't. - Yeah, he really does.
Colonel?
You know, it just hit me. She outranks you, Danny!
I want to tell you something. Listen well.
You're a very lucky man.
There is nothing sexier then a woman you have to salute in the morning.
Promote 'em all, I say!
If you've never had a blowjob from a superior officer, -
- you've missed the best in life. - Code Reds are still condoned here?
But I'll just take cold showers till they elect some gal president.
- I need an answer to my question. - Watch your tone, Commander.
I'm a fair guy, but this fucking heat makes me crazy.
You asked me about Code Reds. On the record, I discourage it.
Off the record, it's an invaluable part of training.
If it goes on without my knowledge, so be it. That's how I run my unit.
If you want to investigate me, take your chances.
I eat breakfast 300 yards from 4,000 Cubans trained to kill me.
So don't think you can come down here and make me nervous.
Let's go.
Colonel, I just need a copy of the transfer order.
Santiago's transfer order. For the file.
- For the file? - Yeah.
Of course you can have a copy. I'm here to help any way I can.
You believe that, don't you, Danny? That I'll help any way I can?
The corporal will take you by Personnel and get it for you.
But you have to ask me nicely.
- I beg your pardon? - You have to ask me nicely.
I can take bullets, bombs and blood. I don't want money or medals.
What I do want is for you, with your faggoty uniform and Harvard mouth, -
- to extend me some fucking courtesy.
You got to ask me nicely.
Colonel Jessep, I'd like a copy of the transfer order. Sir.
No problem.
- Who is it? - It's me.
I've really missed you. It's been three hours...
Markinson's disappeared. He's gone U.A. Unauthorized Absence.
- When? - This afternoon, after we left.
- I'll find him in the morning. - I've already tried.
You're close to " interfering with a government investigation."
I'm Louden Downey's attorney now. Aunt Ginny feels like she knows me.
So I suggested that I get more directly involved with the case.
She had Louden sign the papers an hour ago.
You're not making this up just to bother me?
- You're still lead counsel. - Splendid.
I think Kendrick ordered the Code Red, and so do you.
Ten-hut!
Did Kendrick order the Code Red? Not: "Did you clean the latrine?"
Did Lt. Kendrick order you to give Santiago a Code Red?
Yes, sir.
- Did he? - Yes, sir.
- Why didn't you say so before? - You didn't ask us, sir.
I get paid, no matter how long you spend in jail.
- I know you do, sir. - Fuck you, Harold!
At ease. Let's sort this thing out.
There was a platoon meeting on September 6th.
Lt. Kendrick says he told you nothing was to happen to Santiago.
Is this true? I want you to speak freely.
That's correct. But then he dismissed the platoon.
- What happened then? - Lt. Kendrick came to our room.
About five minutes after the meeting broke. About 16.20.
And then?
Lt. Kendrick ordered us to give Santiago a Code Red.
Jack! They were given an order.
- Jack... - I'll be right back.
- Did you know about the order? - Jo Galloway: Downey's lawyer.
- What are you accusing me of? - Did you?
He didn't know, or he would have had to tell us.
Now our clients might plead not guilty and say they were ordered.
Kendrick told them not to touch Santiago.
And then he told Dawson and Downey to give him a Code Red.
- Kendrick's lying. - You have proof?
23 Marines and a highly decorated lieutenant disagree.
- Why did Markinson go U. A? - You'll never know.
- I can't subpoena Markinson? - You won't find him.
You know what Markinson did for 17 years? Counterintelligence.
Markinson's gone. There is no Markinson.
Look, Danny, Jessep's star is on the rise.
Division wants to spare him and the Corps any embarrassment.
I'll knock it down to involuntary manslaughter. Two years.
No, we're going to court.
- No, you're not. - Why not?
You'll lose. And if we go to court, I'll have to go all the way:
Murder, conspiracy, conduct unbecoming.
Danny's got me by the balls here, but not in the courtroom.
He doesn't want to see them get life if they could be home in six months.
That's the end of this negotiation. See you at the arraignment.
Here's the story: they're offering involuntary manslaughter. Two years.
You'll be home in six months.
Wow! You're the greatest lawyer in the world! How can we thank you?
Did you hear what I just said? You'll be home in six months.
I'm afraid we can't do that, sir.
Do what?
- We can't make a deal. - What are you talking about?
We did nothing but our job. I'll accept the consequences.
But I won't say I'm guilty, sir.
- Did she put you up to this? - We have a code, sir.
You and your code plead not guilty. You'll be in jail for life.
Do what I say, and you'll be home in six months.
Do it, Harold. Six months, it's nothing!
- Permission to... - Speak! Jesus!
What do we do then? After six months we'll be dishonourably discharged.
- Probably. - What do we do then, sir?
We joined the Marines because we wanted to live by a certain code.
You're asking us to say we have no honour, that we're not Marines!
If what we did was wrong, I'll accept my punishment.
But I believe I did my job. I will not dishonour myself, my unit -
- or the Corps, so that I can go home in six months.
Sir!
I'd like to talk to Corporal Dawson alone for a minute.
Sergeant!
- We'd like to go to another room. - Sit down.
You don't like me very much, do you?
Forget it, it doesn't matter.
You know... Downey worships you.
He'll do whatever you do.
Are you going to let this happen to him because of a code?
Do you think we were right? Do you?
I think you'd lose.
You're such a coward. I can't believe you're in uniform.
I won't be responsible for this.
If you go to Leavenworth for life, I don't give a shit!
What about saluting an officer when he leaves the room?
I don't believe it! He's going to jail to spite me!
If he wants to jump off a cliff, that's his business.
- How do I get him a new lawyer? - At the arraignment.
Just tell the judge you want new counsel assigned.
That's that.
One thing, though. Be sure and ask nicely.
- What do you want from me? - I want you to make an argument.
That didn't help Calley at My Lai, or the Nazis at Nuremburg.
Do you think that's the same -
- as two teenagers executing an order they didn't think would harm?
Don't look now, but you're making an argument.
I'll get them a new attorney.
What are you afraid of? You father's expectations?
Spare me the psychobabble! They'll just have another lawyer.
They need you. You know how to win.
If you walk away from this now, you've sealed their fate.
Their fate was sealed when Santiago died.
- Do they have a case? - You and Dawson are dreamers.
It's not what I believe, but what I can prove.
So, don't tell me what I know or don't know. I know the law!
You're just a used-car salesman.
An ambulance-chaser with a rank. You're nothing. Live with that.
So I told Duncan, " If you want me to take this to court, -
- you'll get a year's paperwork -
- because a 90-year-old misread the Insurance Code."
Fifteen minutes later, he makes a deal.
All rise.
- Where are we? - Docket nr. 411275 VRl5.
The United States versus Corporal Dawson and Private Downey.
The accused are charged with murder, conspiracy and conduct unbecoming.
Does the defence wish to enter a plea?
- They're not guilty. - Enter a plea of "not guilty".
Adjourned until 10.00, three weeks from today, when we will reconvene.
Why would a lieutenant with so little experience get a murder case?
Would it be, so that it never sees the inside of a courtroom?
We'll work at my apartment. Jo, bring legal pads and pens.
Sam, start a medical profile.
Jo, get Dawson's, Downey's and Santiago's conduct reports.
I've only got Yoo-hoo and Cocoa Puffs, so bring your own food.
So this is what a courtroom looks like!
Did you speak to your friend at the NIS?
She said, if Markinson doesn't want to be found, he won't be.
I could be Markinson, and you wouldn't know.
- Are you Markinson? - No.
I'm not Markinson. That's two down.
What?
Now that JoAnne's on this... Do you still need me?
- They were ordered, Sam. - An illegal order.
You think Dawson and Downey knew it was illegal?
- Any decent person would have... - They can't question orders.
What's the secret? I give orders nobody obeys!
We have softball and marching bands. They risk getting shot at.
I need you. You're better at research than I am.
And you know how to prepare a witness.
I've got medical reports and Chinese food. Let's eat first.
What?
Got any kung pao chicken?
They can't prove there was poison. Code Reds are normal at Guantanamo.
And there was an order. Kendrick gave it, they had no choice.
- What about their motive? - That doesn't make them guilty.
We'll deal with that later.
We must show that Santiago could have died from something else.
Jo, find out all about lactic acidosis.
This is Lt. Galloway, I'm trying to find a Lt. Col Markinson...
Doctor, was there any sign of injury? Scrapes? Cuts?
Bruises? Broken bones? Any sign of violence?
- Other than the dead body? - I always walk into that.
He ordered me and Dawson to give Willy a Code Red.
The answers must come faster. It's like he's searching for it.
And call him Private Santiago. Willy is someone with a mother.
The jury has seven men and two women. All experienced officers.
The women have no children. Too bad.
A jury trial is about assigning blame.
Santiago's dead. They want to know who's to blame. We say, Kendrick.
This won't be won by the law, but by the lawyers. So, poker faces.
If something goes wrong, don't hang your head or scribble.
Look like you expected it.
- Pass me documents... - "Swiftly, and don't look anxious."
That perfume wrecks my concentration.
I was talking to Sam.
- What time is it? - Time to go home and sleep.
- Give me a ride? - Sure.
- You're a good man, Charlie Brown. - See you in court, counsellor.
I know. We've had our differences.
We both said things we didn't mean.
If you've gained some respect for me, I'm happy about that.
But it's no big deal. You needn't say you like me.
I was just going to tell you to wear matching socks.
Okay. Good tip.
- We're ready. - You'd better believe it.
We're gonna get creamed.
You are gonna save our son?