The General's Daughter Page #7

I f***ed you!

Oh, Christ!

Bill, let's get going.

Come on.

I'm all yours, Paulie.

Before you come closer, don't you

want to know where you're standing?

- Where am I standing?

- In a minefield.

I buried some Bouncing Betties.

Anti-personnel.

You're reasonably safe,

but little Miss Can't-be Wrong ...

She's deep in the hurt locker.

You remember how the Betty works?

First man trips the primary, -

- the rest of the column walks into

the blast. Heads, limbs ...

Backtrack.

What shrapnel does

to flesh and bone ...

- Sarah, you're fine.

- God!

- Scared you, didn't I?

- You're an a**hole, Kent!

Come on, Bill, it's over.

Yeah, it's over.

But not the way you think.

Attention!

Present arms!

The human eye

can distinguish 16 shades of grey.

A computer,

analysing a fingerprint, -

- can distinguish 256 shades

of grey, which is impressive.

The human heart,

mind and soul, however, -

- can distinguish an infinite number

of emotional and moral shadings.

In Psy Ops we deal with the blackest

of black and the whitest of white.

At ease, soldier.

- Is Col. Fowler coming?

- He's taking much-needed R&R.

He's a good man.

A good man and a good soldier.

Sometimes the lines get blurred,

but when push comes to shove ...

- He'll do what needs to be done.

- And what is that, sir?

Say Moore called him,

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?

You're a soldier, Paul.

And a damn fine one.

General Campbell ...

- You're wrong. I'm a bad soldier.

- Oh? And why is that?

You really don't get it, do you?

The only mind Elisabeth

wanted to f*** 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, when you told her

to forget about it, you killed her.

- Kent killed her.

- He 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.

You kept silent,

and they gave you another star.

I'm going to say in my report

that you left her out there to die.

- You don't have the balls.

- Oh, you're wrong, sir.

- That's just about all I have left.

- You can kiss your career goodbye.

I'll have you court-martialled, sir.

Conspiracy to conceal a crime.

When this all started, I told you

we'd find the son of a b*tch, sir.

I never expected that

the son of a b*tch would be you.

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