Hart's War Page #3

You know, you men can sit

up front with everyone else.

We're fine, sir.

Nobody's going to bother you.

I said we're fine, sir.

That was nice, C.W.

That was 18 inches.

Ah, come on, Joe.

It was 2 feet, at least.

Hey, either way,

my record still stands.

Cut it out, you guys.

Up, up, up.

Everybody.

Out of the way.

-Out!

-Out of the bunks.

Attention.

Attention near the bunks.

Now.

Who is the ranking man in here?

Lieutenant Thomas Hart.

One of your men was out on the

compound tonight, Lieutenant.

He was spotted

on the East field...

removing a spike from

one of the billet tents.

Your men are aware of

this camp's policy...

concerning the possession

and concealment of weapons...

are they not?

Major, no one has

left this barracks.

Whoa, wait a minute.

What the hell--

Quiet.

-But this is a plant.

-Quiet.

-Somebody put that--

-Quiet.

You bastard, I heard you go out.

I should have seen this coming.

Major, where are

you taking this man?

Examples must be made,

Lieutenant.

We take the safety of

our men very seriously.

Major, where are you all

taking him?

What did he do?

I'll kill you.

I'll f***ing kill you, Bedford.

You put that spike--

Watch your mouth, n*gger.

You put that spike there.

Get off of me.

-Lincoln, look at me.

-Get off of me.

Can I let you go, Lincoln?

It's a minor offense, Colonel.

This man deserved 15 days

in the cooler, not execution.

He attempted to escape.

Bullshit.

You dragged him out of his

barracks barely clothed.

Your men lined him up

and shot him.

This man wasn't trying

to escape...

any more than those Russians

you hung the other day.

Is he a dog?

A lesser race?

There's a word you

Americans use, as I remember.

But of course, your country

doesn't make such distinctions.

And neither do you, I'm sure.

He was an officer...

a lieutenant in

the Army Air Corps.

Yeah. That's why you were

so eager...

to welcome him and the other one

into your barracks.

Look it up, Colonel.

We have every right

to question a man...

for concealment of

a dangerous weapon.

This man had rights, too.

The Geneva Convention...

specifically forbids

summary executions.

Take a look around you, Colonel.

This is not Geneva.

Where are you going?

To check on my men.

You're welcome to do so,

of course.

In the meantime, I'll be looking

in on your barracks...

to listen to what's on

the B.B.C. this evening.

Now go see your men, Colonel.

Good night.

Not to love the Fuhrer

is a great disgrace

so we heil, heil

right in the Fuhrer's face

Is we not the super friend?

Aryan pure supermen?

Ja, we is der supermen

Super-duper supermen

Is this Nazi land

Let's go.

How's Scott holding up?

It's hard to tell.

He isn't saying much.

He was asking about the body.

And there's some personal

effects--dog tags.

Come on, boys.

Take that, you bastard.

Careful, Bedford.

That's a n*gger

you're rooting for.

Tail's painted red...

means he's 99th,

right out of Tuskegee, boy.

Come on, let's get him out!

Get them out of there.

Get him to the doc, now.

Put this out. Come on!

More buckets, more buckets.

Quickly, come on.

Come on!

-Move around this corner.

-Yes, sir.

Do you know where

I wish I'd never been?

Where's that?

The goddamn Waldorf.

It's not personal.

He just can't stand

being lied to.

-I never lied to him.

-Go on.

You hung yourself the minute

he debriefed you.

That guy Lutz

they threw on you...

he was a level 1 interrogator.

McNamara had him, too.

When a guy won't talk, they just

keep kicking him up the ladder.

Level 2, level 3.

It takes weeks.

He was in there for a month.

The only guy you saw was Lutz...

and he spit you out of there

in 3 days.

All I gave them was name,

rank, and serial number.

See, the thing about the colonel

is he's not like you and me.

He's West Point,

fourth generation.

He was raised on all this.

The crap like this...

catching a junior officer

in an obvious lie...

all it does is remind him

of how far away he is...

from the real war...

the one he's supposed

to be fighting.

You see?

Lieutenant Lincoln.

Should have sold some tickets

for this one.

Two of your men dead

in 2 days, Colonel.

It seems you've lost control

of your company.

Will Lieutenant Scott be granted

the right to stand trial...

and face this charge?

Major Fussel saw him

standing over the body.

I would say he's had his trial.

Any prisoner accused of a crime

against another prisoner...

has a right to a trial.

And if the boy

were being held in Alabama...

there wouldn't be

any trial at all.

Is this not so?

Yeah, maybe you're

right, Colonel.

Maybe we should

just forget the trial.

Let's just drag him

out of the barracks...

and shoot 2 holes

in his chest...

like you do with

Lieutenant Archer.

A trial.

A court-martial.

Like in your American movies?

Yes?

Yeah, something like that.

That should be fun.

Yeah.

All right, Colonel.

You may conduct it...

in your theater here.

Colonel, my men are in

this theater every day.

With your permission...

we'd like to erect

a billet tent...

to house the proceedings.

No.

Your theater

will do quite nicely.

You have until

the end of the week...

to conduct your trial.

It's a capital charge,

Colonel.

The trial will take

more than a few days.

One thousand more American

prisoners from the Ardennes...

will be arriving

over the weekend.

I am putting them

in your theater.

Colonel, I just

explained to you--

Colonel...

Saturday, your theater is mine.

Wait. Colonel!

This is a murder site.

I beg your pardon,

Lieutenant.

I said

this is a murder site.

The body and

everything around it...

are now evidence.

This area cannot

be disturbed...

until everything

is photographed.

Of course.

I'm appointing you counsel

for Lieutenant Scott.

Sir, I'm not a lawyer.

You sounded like one

a minute ago.

I could be

a material witness.

I mean, I heard

the lieutenant going out.

The lieutenant

needs our help.

I've appointed you counsel.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

Dismissed, Lieutenant.

Sir.

And this guy

that's prosecuting me...

this Captain Sisk...

is he a real lawyer?

Yes.

That sounds about right.

I think we have to paint

this thing as a fight, Scott.

That's all.

It was a fight

that got a little out of hand.

You're supposed to ask me

if I did it, first.

Look, I came here

to kill Nazis.

If it was some crackers

that I wanted to kill...

I could have stayed in Macon.

Major Fussel ID'd you

standing over the body.

Fussel is a Nazi!

No. Fussel is a witness...

and he's enough to hang you.

Look, all I'm saying

is if it was a fight...

that got a little

out of hand...

then it's not murder.

It's manslaughter.

Do you understand that?

Man, oh, man.

Can I fire you?

Oh, look, Scott,

I'm just trying--

If it's a colored guy

on trial...

and it's a white man

who's been murdered...

there's no such thing

as manslaughter.

Don't you know that?

Or is that something

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