The General's Daughter

I hope everybody's ready

to have a good time tonight.

It's 8:
00 pm, Saturday,

and It's still a hot one ...

Detail, attention!

Present arms!

ID, please. First Sergeant White,

please proceed.

I believe I will. Thank you kindly.

Now I give you a great general,

a great friend ...

''Fighting'' Joe Campbell.

At ease.

Thank you. 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's no glamour in death,

and that no one ever wins a war.

That knowledge

will bind us together forever.

That, and a love for this country

that no bayonet can pierce, -

- no bullet shatter.

To you.

- Sergeant White here.

- Col. Kent, so drop the accent.

The only thing keeping me alive

is that cheesy Southern accent.

- How's my guest detective doing?

- Bill, I love being undercover.

I spent the last two weeks sweating

my ass off in that shitty houseboat.

- You got any sort of time frame?

- I'm meeting Billing tonight.

I'll arrest him

when we make the exchange.

- 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 tyre with a pair of pliers.

- ''Uh-oh, she's a captain.''

- Uh-oh, she's a captain.

This looks like the work

of ten chimpanzees.

The other nine got bored

and went for a beer.

- I have a lug wrench, can I try?

- If you don't, I'll drag you over.

- Get the spare.

- Yes, ma'am.

Golly dang. If you like pia coladas

and getting caught in the rain -

- I'll just have to marry you.

You'll have to take this in.

The spare's only good for 30 miles.

If a fella got courageous

and wanted to send you -

- a ''thank you'' notion 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 f*** with people's minds.

Damn ...

There you go.

Genuine and made in the USA.

Give Dalbert and me 100,000 each

and you'll see the guns on Sunday.

You get paid when I get the guns.

Listen to me, funny boy. How do

I know you're not an army cop?

- I'm a freedom fighter.

- Well, check it out, Dalbert.

We got ourselves

Che F***ing Guevara there.

A freedom fighter!

Where's your kooky red hat, boy?

All freedom fighters got them hats.

- Listen to me, stupid ...

- Dalbert, I think it's Freudian ...

- Dalbert, you wanna hear a joke?

- No.

How many freedom fighters does

it take to screw in a light bulb?

- I don't know.

- Come on, relax.

He don't sound like

no criminal investigator to me.

You're all right, pal.

I'm sorry about that.

We get a little jumpy

before an exchange.

We'll see you Sunday.

- I'll be there.

- Yeah, you be there.

Unclench your ass cheeks, Dalbert,

the scary part is over.

You need your oil changed?

No. 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. Everybody likes bath products.

- Do you?

- Yes, I do.

- Tell me what you like about them.

- I like the pink soaps ...

I like the skin softener, and l

particularly like the bath beads.

Sometimes I fill the tub with

skin softeners and bath beads.

I light a few candles, put on some

Coltrane and soak my troubles away.

Very good, First Sergeant. I levied

an 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? I have a ton of work.

No.

I just came by to give you that.

Thank you. That was sweet.

How's the tyre?

- Still rolling, ma'am.

- I'm glad.

- Well, goodbye, First Sergeant.

- Goodbye, Captain.

Gen. Campbell is being considered

for the vice-presidency.

Sources say presidential candidate

Bill Post is poised to select him -

- as his running mate. Earlier this

year, Campbell spoke at West Point.

Meant as a non-partisan appearance,

lt played like a stump speech.

Leading this country,

that is your destiny.

Get way over to that car.

Take it into the door.

Backing out.

- Snagged.

- On what?

I don't know.

Let's take a look.

Phone call for Paul Brenner.

- What did you say your name is?

- Frank White.

- You military?

- I'm a sergeant at the armoury.

- CID Agent Brenner!

- Suddenly he's blasting away.

You military boys got stories more

full of holes than a target range.

Sorry, Pop. It's Col. Kent.

Is there a Brenner here?

- I'm Brenner.

- I thought you was White.

I'm both.

Skunked you, Chief Yardley.

Hey, Bill. No, it's over.

Billing's dead.

All right, I'll see you there.

Hold on, soldier boy.

Tell me about this Mr Billing.

Soldier boy?

Okay, Chiefy, if you have to know.

I was planning to arrest him

in the morning.

But I guess he got wind

I was with the CID. See you.

- Good morning, sir. Where to?

- Urban Warfare site.

- You have business there?

- Yes, I do.

- Hey, Bill.

- Hello, Paul.

What have we got here?

Tortured, raped and murdered.

- Who found the body?

- A bomb squad crew doing exercises.

First on the scene

was a PFC Robbins.

- Is he a suspect?

- She, so I sincerely doubt it.

Six of my boys are securing

the scene. Nothing's been touched.

Oh, no ...

- What is it?

- I met her the other day.

Damn ...

What a shame.

Lovely lady.

All right, let's see.

We got some rigor here.

Petechial haemorrhaging,

which is consistent with asphyxia.

Strangulation, you think?

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?

- HQ called her.

- Rape counsellor. Sarah Sunhill.

- The victim can't use counselling.

She's also a rape investigator.

She was on her way to an assignment.

- She agreed to stay on for this.

- Aren't we lucky?

Get Forensics, talk to Cal Seaver.

Get a 50-yard grid around the body.

Make resin casts of the boot prints.

Let's see who was here, and when.

We also need Capt. Campbell's

personal and medical records.

- I already did that.

- Thank you.

- Sarah Sunhill, Paul Brenner.

- And book Sgt. Dalbert Elkins.

He's the one

who started the arms deal.

She walked barefoot from here

to where she died.

There's smudge marks on her heels

and the asphalt. Where did she live?

- Where's Victory Gardens?

- Off-post.

- I have to go there.

- I'll have the chief meet us there.

I don't want to work with Yardley.

You can't search a civilian house

without a civilian search warrant.

You need civilian authority.

- We protect Brenner from himself.

- Does she have family here?

- Of course.

- I suggest you notify them.

- You're kidding, right?

- Kidding about what?

It's Elisabeth Campbell.

She's his kid.

- I thought you knew.

- No, I didn't.

The general's daughter.

- What are you doing?

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