All language subtitles for Man in the Middle (Guy Hamilton, 1964).english

Here you are. Cup of tea, eh?

Thanks, pal.

The enemy had established
strong points.

Come on! Come on!

Eight. All right, eight.
Let's go, little eight. Little eight...

Big six. There you are.

Throughout the sunny two hours at
noon, the sky was full of Allied planes...

giving close support
and bound on bombing missions.

Late last night...

front-line correspondents reported
that General Patton's 7th Army...

pressing toward the German border...

had linked up with General Patton's
3rd Army south of the frontier.

This could be the start of a major retreat.

So, cheer up, you guys out there.

You may be seeing that New York skyline
sooner than you think.

That's all from the newsroom. We'll be with
you again first thing tomorrow morning.

Okay, Harry, let's go!

Colonel Adams?
Welcome to India, sir.

Captain Gunther,
area public relations officer.

- Captain.
- General Kempton asked me to meet you.

Did you have a good trip?

I was having a good trip till I
got hijacked on that crate in Colombo.

You'll find it a little quieter here
than in Normandy, sir.

- Your baggage, sir?
- Let me take care of the formalities here.

Gen. Kempton would like to see you
at headquarters as soon as possible.

This is Corporal
Baxter. He'll be your driver.

Corporal.

The service always this good?

We aim to please, Colonel.
We aim to please.

Captain.

How much for that then, mush?

For the last time, limey,
if you want a genuine

antique, buy a genuine
antique of your own.

Now, don't come that with me, Yank.

I bought the swining thing,
and I'm gonna pay for it.

You've got a lot to learn, limey.

Break it up, men!
Break it up! Come on!

We've got our own private war here, sir.

Come on, you guys!
Break it up now! Come on! Move it!

Sergeant!

You get those clowns
out of here on the double!

- Yes, sir.
- You heard him! You! You!

All right, you guys! Break it up!

Break it up!

Move out! Come on.

All right, let's go.

You heard him. You. You.
Come on. Come on.

Now, gird it up...

or it's the gloves off
for the lot of you.

Colonel Adams?
General won't keep you long, sir.

Fine.

How are things in Europe?

Well, from what I could
see from the King George

V Hospital, Luton,
Bedfordshire, England...

great.

I've already acquainted Gen. Cunningham
with the reasons for this four-week delay.

I'm aware of that, sir.

So you can give the
general my personal promise

that the affair will be
cleared up this week.

The court-martial will take place on
Monday. Undoubtedly, Winston will hang.

Gentlemen.

Tried to do that two
hours ago! Now get moving!

Get Corporal McCarthy over here right away.

Barney! Barney, my boy!

My gosh, where is that skinny
second lieutenant I left at Fort Bragg?

What is this?

That's what eight months
in a hospital bed does to you.

How is the leg? And, Johnny,
I'll need that transport breakdown.

- Come on in.
- Sir. Uh, sir?

Will it keep, Major? See me after
I'm finished with Colonel Adams. Okay?

Sit down, Barney.
What do you hear from your father?

- He still sweats vinegar, sir.
- I'll bet he does.

General Adams.
I can't imagine that man in retirement.

Yes?

You've got me wrong, Colonel.

I didn't propose replacements.
I ordered replacements.

Well, Barney, I'd hoped to see you
a full-bird colonel by now.

So had I, sir.
Maybe if I'd jumped instead of ducked.

Sit down, Barney. I've got an assignment
here for you that's right down your alley.

We're gonna put some of
that legal training of yours to good use.

Legal training?

I haven't cracked a law book
since the judge advocate's department.

That's 14—That's 15 years.

Ah, don't give me that.

You did pretty well in law
at the Point, and you know it.

We're holding an important court-martial
here next week. I need your help.

- Well—
- Are those urgent, Johnny?

- Yes, sir.
- Let me give you the facts anyway.

There's a hill station called Bachree
about 50 miles from here.

Four weeks ago, Staff Sergeant
Alfred Quinn of the British Army...

was murdered by
Second Lieutenant Charles Winston...

of the army of the United States.

I'll keep this one for the conference,
Johnny.

Quinn was unarmed. Winston shot him
at close range. There were 11 eyewitnesses.

He's confessed. Thank you, Johnny.

And those are the facts.

I'm ready for any assignment
you have for me, General.

Let me tell you why
the case is important, Barney.

We have dual responsibility
with the British in this theater.

It's no secret that
all is not joy and

brotherhood between
us and our British cousins.

- So I've noticed.
- Eleven eyewitnesses, Barney.

We couldn't play it down.
The effect on morale was devastating.

I've canceled all leaves,
I've clamped down a curfew.

But you can't put a whole army
under lock and key.

It's getting so a man can't cross town
without getting into an alley fight.

Barney, this theater is the springboard
for the last all-out offensive.

I can't tell you, because I don't know
myself when that offensive begins.

But when it does, by God, I want to see us
fighting the enemy and not each other.

So, for the sake of this theater,
the alliance and the war...

Lt. Winston will be tried,
found guilty and hanged.

I'm with you, General.
I'll be glad to handle the prosecution.

I don't want you for the prosecution.
I want you for the defense.

But if he's guilty anyway...

Chiefs of staff conference
in five minutes, sir.

I'm on my way, Johnny.

He's guilty, and the
army wants a conviction,

but it's got to be
without loopholes.

I've got to have a satisfactory,
intelligent and responsible defense.

I shouldn't think
that would be too difficult, sir.

Isn't there somebody
in the judge advocate's office?

I don't want any of those two-bit,
time-serving civilian lawyers.

I'm an army man.
I want an army man behind me.

This is an important court-martial.

I want a good prosecution, I want a good
defense. I want you, Barney. With me?

When do I start, sir?

You got an appointment
with the judge advocate at 2:00.

As for me,
I've got an appointment right now.

It's good to see you, Barney. When
you write to your father, give him my best.

- Sir, it's—
- Not now, Major. I left five minutes ago.

Colonel Adams, I'm honored
to make your acquaintance.

Colonel Thompson.

Sit down. May I say that you've
come highly recommended.

I've seen your record.

I was tempted to demand you
as a permanent member of my staff.

You might feel differently
after the trial, Colonel.

We've got some good men here.

The trial officer—
Major Fred Smith. Fine fella.

Eleven years with
Willisten, Goode and Honeysett.

- Do you know the firm?
- No, but I saw the movie.

Colonel, look,
I never practiced civilian law.

Military law either, to any extent.

You have your ribbons.
There's a war on.

Willisten, Goode and Honeysett
don't amount to a row of beans.

A Purple Heart and a Silver Star do.
That's impressive.

I tell you, I could have used you
as the trial officer.

Well, it's my understanding
that it makes no

difference who's
prosecuting and defending.

In terms of a conviction, you're right.

There's too much talk that Winston will
hang because our British cousins want it.

Sure, they want it.
They've got every right.

Sure, it's important.
The unity of the theater is important.

But more important is the fact
that this man is a murderer...

and he will die because murder
cannot be tolerated.

- Right?
- Well, I am the defense counsel.

Indeed you are, sir.

And I'm looking to you to acquire
a thorough knowledge of the case.

Your client is waiting for you.
Go and see him.

Remember that I am always
at your disposal.

Feel free to use the department in any way
that you wish. We're here to serve.

Remember, Barney,
we have been with this for weeks.

Now, there's nothing we want more than to
finish with it and wipe the slate clean...

so that the whole world
can look at this case and say...

"There, by God,
is due process of the law."

Do you play golf?
The British have a very good club here.

My name is Adams.

I've been appointed your defense counsel.

On your feet, Winston.

Look, I'm here to help you.

Well!

Silver Star.

Purple Heart.

Big deal.

You won't get any medals
for defending me, Colonel.

Medals or not, you've agreed to me
as your defense counsel.

I would have agreed to a gorilla
being my defense counsel, Colonel.

Look, Winston, I've got four days
in which to prepare your case.

I've got a lot of people to see
and a lot of papers to read.

So when I walk in here,
you cut out the wisecracks.

When I ask a question,
you answer it. Right?

- Do you really want to help me, Colonel?
- That's what I'm here for.

Every morning,
when they bring in my breakfast...

I ask for rye bread.

Every morning
they bring in whole wheat.

Could you do something about that,
Colonel?

You're a great comedian, Winston.
Unfortunately, I have no sense of humor.

Glad to see you here, Colonel.

- Your quarters comfortable?
- Great. Thanks.

Room quiet enough to work in? If it isn't,
I could always organize you an office.

Oh, no, I'll make out. Thanks.

Kate Davray.

Half French, half Chinese, unattached.

Anything else I can tell you?

- Barney Adams?
- Yes?

- Fred Smith. I'm in the opposite corner.
- Excuse me, Colonel.

How's that?

We meet on Monday.
I'm handling the prosecution.

Oh.

I hear you're going to give
it the good old college try.

- I hope so.
- You, uh...

You met your client yet?
Wow. Who let him in the army?

Uh, the navy?

Very good!
Well, we'll meet in the trenches, huh?

Oh! Forgive me.

Have you ever thought of
looking where you're going?

I don't think we've been introduced.

We'll just skip the formalities.

The pleasure's entirely mine.

Meanwhile, we'll make sure
that our esteemed ally...

has left his revolver at home.

Why don't you just go to bed?

I apologize, Colonel.

I'll take care of him.

Come on, you bloody fool.

- Do you think it'll stain?
- No, it'll be quite all right.

- Don't worry. Will you excuse me?
- Certainly.

She's from Marseilles...

so you just might be able to interest her
in the news from Europe.

- I'll think of something.
- We can get a real drink at the bar.

Captain, that's the happiest suggestion
I've heard since I landed here.

Let's go.

Yeah?

Morning, sir!
Lieutenant Harvey Bender.

He's Lieutenant Oscar Morse.
Your assistants, sir.

We're very pleased
to be assigned to this case.

I've taken the liberty
of ordering your breakfast, sir.

Hope we're not too early. We understood
you wanted to make an early start.

And a good morning to you.

We're both familiar
with court-martial procedure.

And we were both lawyers
back in New York.

I was with General Mercantile,
Oscar with Peach, Spence and Richmond.

Any relation
to Willisten, Goode and Honeysett?

Well, we're ready to start right in.

You name the hours, we'll work 'em.

Remember
The Army versus Corporal Fredrick?

We worked 48 hours,
twice round the clock, on that one.

I don't think that'll be necessary,
gentlemen.

We thought we'd discuss
the possibility of asking for a delay.

It's been made plain
that the army doesn't

want any further delay.
We've got three days.

You men must know there's a hell
of a lot of unrest about this case.

That's unreasonable.

It's not unreasonable.
It's military necessity.

We have a list of the officers
assigned to the court here, sir.

We thought it might be a
good idea if we went over them.

Mm-hmm.

Court of 10 officers,
president not yet appointed.

Law Officer Colonel Mayburt.

If Colonel Mayburt says it's law,
it is law. You can depend on it.

Colonel Kelly. Regular. Sound man.

- Colonel Hardy—
- Judge Hardy.

- What'd he say?
- Judge Hardy-type, sir.

It's true. He was a judge
in Elizabeth, New Jersey.

Can we say, in effect,
this conversation is privileged, sir?

- Huh?
- Can we talk frankly?

Oh, sure. Go ahead.

Colonel Burnside. Southern gentleman.
Fine manners. Amenable.

But, uh, not over-intelligent.
Would you agree, Oscar?

- Birdbrain.
- Birdbrain is right, sir.

He'll agree with you,
with the prosecution...

but in the long run he'll agree
with the man in charge.

I don't think we need go
any further, gentlemen.

We'll, uh—We'll go over this
just before the trial.

We're just trying to say
who's for us and who agin.

What about your challenges?

We have a replacement list of 17 officers.
Wanna go over them?

I don't propose to use any challenges.

I'm afraid I don't follow you, Colonel.

I'm not going to challenge
any member of the court.

In order to challenge an officer,
I've got to show cause. Right?

I know, sir.

You men are civilian lawyers.
You've got a living to go back to.

I make my living right here
in the army, gentlemen.

Can't you see me
challenging a senior

officer on the grounds
that he's a birdbrain?

Have you men talked to Winston?

- No, sir.
- Difficult man to deal with.

Examined by a lunacy commission,
found sane, fit to stand trial.

Think I'll just mosey on over
to the hospital...

talk to some of those doctors, get a lead
on the best way of getting through to him.

You must appreciate, Colonel,
that I've got 1,200 cases here.

Not only disease—
cholera, malaria, dysentery.

I'm the base general hospital for the Burma
war-wounds, infections, battle fatigue.

There's a constant airlift.

- Hundreds of new cases every day.
- I do appreciate that.

But I'm just trying to get
a general picture of the man...

something that might help me
get through to him.

We weren't concerned
with getting through to him.

Our job was simply to establish
that he could distinguish right from wrong.

- Thank you, sir.
- Well, anything you remember, Colonel.

After all, you did head
the lunacy commission.

Oh, he was uncouth.
He was un-officer-like. Uncooperative.

You must realize, Colonel,
that lunacy boards are...

Well, perhaps "normal" is the wrong word.

But let me say that they
are not unusual in this theater.

We have men cracking up every day,
one way and another.

You asked for an impression.

My only impression is that there was no
reason to send Winston to this hospital.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, sir!

I suppose somebody
was just playing it safe.

I don't want to waste your time.

Can you remember who recommended
Lt. Winston to the lunacy board?

Well, again, it's difficult.

My psychiatrists are shipping people
over to me every day.

I'm afraid they're trying
to make a schizophrenic

out of every case
of battle fatigue.

- Yes, Nurse?
- From Dr. Kaufman.

Hello.

Thank you, Nurse.

I could check through my records,
I suppose.

That probably won't be necessary,
Colonel.

I'm going to see Winston again today.
We'll just see how it turns out.

I don't envy you your job
defending that man.

- It's an assignment, sir.
- I apologize for being so busy.

- Is there anything else I can tell you?
- I shouldn't think so.

- Sorry to have intruded.
- I'm afraid I haven't been much help.

If there's anything
further I can do, please

call me. We can find
some time together.

Thank you, sir.

Colonel Adams.

I know your name too. Kate Davray.

They didn't tell me you were a nurse,
or I'd have reported sick.

- You are defending Winston?
- Yeah.

Colonel Burton knows very well
who examined Winston.

It was Dr. Kaufman, the head of psychiatry.
I was there. I work for him.

Then, getting down to cases,
will he let you have the evening off?

Major Kaufman found Winston insane.

Don't take any notice of Colonel Burton.

He hasn't got anything like
Dr. Kaufman's qualifications.

He's the commanding officer.
That gives him qualifications.

I don't like it when men
like Leo Kaufman get shoved around.

What you're telling me is, a major had a
run-in with a colonel, and the colonel won.

Colonels usually do, you know.
Now, how about dinner?

No, thank you. I'm busy.

Take it easy, soldier.
The first 10 miles are the roughest.

We're right outside, Colonel.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Oh. Come in. Uh, Colonel Adams?

Please sit down.

I'm, uh, sorry I blew my stack yesterday.

Uh, a place like this makes you like that.

Forget it.

- Like I said, I'm just here to help you.
- You can't help me, Colonel.

I can defend you in court. No matter what
you did, you're entitled to a fair trial.

I killed a man, Colonel.
They say there's no defense for that.

Why did you do it?

You wouldn't believe me.

Try me.

Colonel, do you know
what this war is all about?

I've got a couple of theories, yeah.

They'd be wrong, believe me.

The war is nothing. It's what's going
to happen after that counts.

It's going to start right here in Asia.

East against West, black against white.

Suppose we put the political discussions
aside for the moment and get down to cases.

All right then.

Sergeant Quinn was not on our side.

He was on the other.
He was a bad influence.

He was spreading sedition.
He was altogether an evil man.

He'd sit and spout democracy.

Then he'd go out.

Where'd he go?

Up into the hills.
One of those native villages.

He had women up there.

Black women. I saw him!

And then he'd come back and tell us
about this brave new world...

that he and his black brothers
were going to make after the war was over.

Well, I mean, Colonel,
I could just take so much of that.

Winston, it's my experience...

that a man rarely kills for an ideal.

Didn't you have some personal reason
for killing Quinn?

You haven't listened to one word
I've said, have you?

I'm just trying to understand you.

You know, men like you make me sick.

You're so busy at acting the hero
and winning your war...

and scrambling up
your lattice for promotion,

you can't see further
than the next rung!

You make me wanna throw up!

Is there anything else
you'd like to tell me, Lieutenant?

Winston!

Sergeant!

You can send for me
anytime you need me.

- Take me to the hospital.
- Again?

Yes, again.

Dr. Frank.

Nurse, can you tell me where I can find
Dr. Kaufman's office, please?

- Uh, last hut on the left, Colonel.
- Thank you.

Calling Dr. Frank.

Please go to Colonel Hale's
office immediately.

- Major Kaufman?
- Colonel.

My name's Barney Adams.

Mind if I ask you a few questions?

Let me say at once that Nurse Davray had
no authority to introduce my name to you.

No authority whatever.

I don't need any authorities, Major.
I have my own.

Very well then.
In what way can I help you?

You examined Winston, right?

Mm-hmm.

Why was he brought
here in the first place?

It was a formality.

He killed a man in cold blood
and, apparently, without reason.

- Obviously, he had to be examined.
- What were your conclusions?

That is confidential.

Major...

I am the defense counsel
on a murder trial.

Admittedly,
you don't have to talk now.

But I can order you to appear before me
and tell me everything I want to know.

So why don't we discuss
this like sensible people?

There's nothing to discuss.

I wrote a report on Winston's condition
which my C.O. Found unacceptable.

I know you wrote a report.
I want to know what was in that report.

Colonel, for a senior officer...

you seem to know very little
about army protocol.

I wrote a report on Winston
which was rejected.

I was ordered to discharge him
from the hospital, and I refused.

From that point on,
he was no longer my responsibility.

He is not my responsibility now.

Colonel, you must see
my commanding officer.

I'll see your commanding officer
in due time.

Right now, I want that report.

I am unable to give it to you.

Oh, Major, have I got news for you.

You're able to give me anything I want.

Very well then. I've been ordered
not to give it to you.

Are you telling me that Colonel Burton...

has forbidden you to give me that report?

Let's say he advised me not to.

Let's say I'm
demanding it! There is no

document in this theater
which I cannot obtain!

Why? What good would it do?
You can't save Winston. I can't save him.

You know he's got to hang. So why don't you
just leave me alone and go away?

Major, I'm ordering you
to give me that report.

Colonel Adams.

Would you excuse us, Nurse?

Colonel Adams, if you wish
to interview members of my staff...

I'd take it as a courtesy
if you'd see me first.

This happens to be my office, Colonel.

It happens to be my hospital, Major.

If you wish to interview Major Kaufman,
I'll ask you to do it on his own time.

Colonel Burton,
I am the defending officer...

in the trial for a man's life.

I don't know what your powers are
in this theater...

but believe me, mine are greater.

There is no one whose presence
is forbidden to me...

from General Kempton himself
on downward.

That goes for Major Kaufman,
and bank on this— it goes for you too.

Major, you will report to the senior
officers' mess at 6:00 tonight...

and bring that report
on Lieutenant Winston with you.

Colonel Adams?

Is that dinner date still open?

Sure. Ever try Chinese food?

I'll settle for Indian.

Do you know the Akbar restaurant?

I'll check with the American Express.

- About 9:00?
- Okay.

Col. Eisenhower has the German
high command tied up in knots.

Now we're pushing ahead faster
than you can say "Hitler."

It's my guess the war
in Europe will be over by

the end of the year.
Wouldn't you agree, Major?

- Good evening, sir.
- Good evening.

I got the list of prosecution witnesses.

I don't think any of 'em
will be much use to us.

We'll go over those later.

- Do you need us anymore tonight, sir?
- Yeah, I might.

I'm meeting with Major Kaufman
in a few minutes.

Major Kaufman, sir?
You gonna get a statement from him?

If he's got anything to say, I am.

- You fellas better stick around.
- Yes, sir!

That oughta start the ball rolling.

I hear the brother-in-law has approved
of you as defense counsel.

What brother-in-law?

The congressman.
Winston's brother-in-law.

The congressman kept objecting
to the defense counsel.

That's why the case was delayed.

You know, sir.
I guess he reckons you fill the bill.

At ease.

In conference, gentlemen?

That's what I like to see—
working by day and night.

I've been talking to Smith.

He tells me you're gonna
give him a run for his money.

I hope so.

You'll need to. You've got
one hell of a stickler as trial judge.

You'll need to. You've got
one hell of a stickler as trial judge.

Who is the trial judge, sir?

I am, my boy.

See you at dinner, Barney.

Excuse me, sir.
There is an officer waiting to see you.

You men wait here.

Kaufman, huh?

We're moving, Harvey.

Good evening, Colonel.
Can I get you a drink?

No, thanks.

- I'm looking for Major Kaufman.
- I don't think you'll find him here, sir.

There was an urgent requirement for a
doctor at the malaria hospital up in Sikri.

He sends his apologies.

What the hell do you mean,
"He sends his apologies," Captain?

I ordered him here.

It was a pretty urgent transfer, sir.
They sent him up this afternoon.

What's he going to do?
Psychoanalyze mosquitoes?

Well, I understand there's
a shortage of staff up there.

Who shipped him up there?
Burton? Colonel Burton?

If that feather...

Uh, the order came direct
from General Kempton himself.

Oh, it did, huh?

Colonel Adams is here, sir.

Colonel Adams?
Show him in, man! Show him in!

You there, Barney?

General, do you want me
to defend Winston...

or just get up in court and tell jokes?

I'll be with you in a minute.

You've already handed
me a rifle loaded with blanks.

- Do you have to take away the bolt too?
- I'm not with you, Barney.

I don't wish to be impertinent, General...

but you just plucked my only witness
right out from under my nose.

That's tough luck, eh?
Hand me that towel, would you?

General, damn it, I've got two days
in which to prepare a case.

Barney— Barney, if you had a year...

you're still defending
a confessed murderer.

It's a formality.
You know it's a formality.

Now, where's that robe?

General,
why was Kaufman transferred?

Oh, now, Barney, you don't think
that every time I transfer an officer...

I can take time out to check if he's gonna
be needed as a court-martial witness.

Don't start with me, please, General.
Why did you transfer Kaufman?

The exigencies of war, Barney.

All right, play it that way.

But for my part, I want off the case.

Would you locate General Cunningham for me?
He may still be at headquarters.

All right, Barney,
I'll lay it on the table for you.

I have no doubt that by now...

you've heard about
Winston's brother-in-law.

You mean the congressman?
Now, that's another thing...

I meant to tell you about him,
but I was in a hell of a rush.

This fella is a one-man Washington.

I've got a file of wires from him
as thick as your arm...

Who's defending Winston? What are
his qualifications? Objection. Objection.

Then the British sniping at me,
baying for blood.

Wires from the Pentagon— By what authority
have I postponed a court-martial?

Well, Barney, I'm no hero.

I've had the army
behind me on this case...

but they've taken all the delay
and dithering they're gonna take.

So if you're worried, Barney,
you'll have to stay worried.

I will not have another postponement.

General, have you considered
that Winston might be insane?

Oh, the hell with that.
Obviously, he's not normal.

Normal people
don't shoot other people dead.

If that's your idea
of a defense, forget it.

What other defense is there?

That's your job, not mine.

But we do have the
word of a lunacy board

that Winston can
recognize right from wrong...

and you haven't got a snowball's
chance in hell of proving otherwise.

So do us both a favor—
find a defense that can't

be tossed out in two
and a half minutes flat.

Right?

- Look, do you think I fixed this trial?
- No, sir.

- Do you think I fixed the lunacy board?
- No, sir.

Barney, we're not strangers.
You're the son of one of my best friends.

We share something. We're army.
You must understand that.

When I say anything
is worth the price if it

brings unity, you know
what I'm talking about.

I know, General.

But I'm not so sure we bring unity
by hanging a sick man.

If Winston's death could shorten
this war, even by moments...

it becomes
the one positive fact of his life.

Hell's bells, Barney,
what are you kicking at?

I'm not asking you to judge Winston.
I'm asking you to handle a crisis.

Before this war is over, I'll have
a thousand problems like this one.

I'm asking you to take
just one of them off my back.

I still don't like it.

I'm not asking you to like it, Colonel.

I'm telling you to defend Winston
and to get on with it.

You'll do your job, Colonel, like it or
not, and you'll do it the army's way.

Yes? Oh, hello, Peter.

Mm-hmm. Yes, yes, yes.

That's exactly how I feel about it.
Great. Good.

Thursday? What time?

Oh, yes, I'm sure I can manage it.

- Colonel Adams?
- This way, madam.

Well, how are you?

- Curious.
- Join the club.

- What'll you have?
- Uh, a martini, please.

- And another large scotch for me.
- Yes, sir.

You know what they have done
to Leon Kaufman?

I know they transferred him. What else
have they done? Taken away his stethoscope?

Are you going to let them
get away with it?

I tried to call the White House,
but the line was busy.

You are just as angry as I am
about Dr. Kaufman's transfer.

- Why try to joke about it?
- So I know how to relax.

You're not relaxing.
You're just bottling it up.

Well, we have Delhi chicken hot,
Delhi chicken cold, chicken tandoori...

Just how much do you want
to help Winston?

Just how much do you like chicken?
Because it's either that or Madras lamb.

Do you know that Dr. Kaufman
destroyed his report before he left?

Doesn't surprise me a bit.
How about wine? You like wine?

Here is a copy of it.

I took it from the confidential file.

Well, then you're an idiot.

Are you some kind of kleptomaniac? You
take that right back where you found it.

Aren't you going to read it?

It's a carbon copy.

It's unsigned, it's unauthorized
and it's stolen.

I'd look pretty funny
bringing that up in court, wouldn't I?

Why? Would it harm your career?

Oh, come on, honey.
I've got my own conscience.

I don't need yours too.

If you want to take on the big, bad
army dragon, that's okay by me.

But just let me do my job my way. Huh?

Now, it's been a long, hard day.

If you want to eat, let's eat.

If you want to argue
about principle, hospital

politics, the true
course of justice...

that's the way out right there.

Chicken Delhi for one.

Hot.

Oh, there you are, sir.

We got a message from Captain Gunther.

He forgot to tell you there's a press
conference on Sunday at 12:00 noon.

Incidentally, Colonel,
how'd you make out with Kaufman?

Lieutenant...

this is a private room,
not an annex to the officers' mess.

In the future, when
you wish food and drink,

you will go out and
get it at the proper time.

- Yes, sir.
- How do you get to Bachree?

- Bachree, sir?
- You heard me the first time.

By train.

We're going up there tomorrow.

You're in charge of arrangements,
Lieutenant.

Why are we going?

How many witnesses
do we have in Bachree?

Eleven, sir. But they're all prosecution
witnesses. They all saw the murder.

Frankly,
I think we'd be wasting our time.

I'm not telling you to think, Lieutenant.

Eleven witnesses.
That's 11 different stories.

I want every statement checked
against every other statement.

I want every discrepancy examined.

And that is the day's work.

If you say so, Colonel.
We'll just be going through the motions.

All right,
so we'll go through the motions!

- Whose side is he on?
- The army's.

Boy, talk about
a third degree in there. Wow.

Next time I see those guys,
I'm gonna bring my own lawyers.

Gentlemen, back to
work. It's not the king's

birthday or the Fourth
of July, you know.

- Which hand did he have the gun in?
- His right hand— No, left...

You saw him fire the gun, yet you can't
remember what hand he held it in.

Well, I don't see it makes much difference.
He still shot him.

He's got a point there.

Now, according to the diagram here...

where was your bed located?

Right here.

If your bed was here...

Sergeant Johnson!

Where the devil do you think you are,
Wembley Stadium?

Which of you is supposed to be
on sick parade?

- Where's Sergeant Johnson?
- He's in there, sir, being questioned.

What the hell are you talking about?

Are you responsible for all this
kerfuffling about out here?

That I am, Major.

Well, you might have
given us a bit of warning.

I've got three hellholes
like this division before nightfall...

and there's nothing but 50 miles
of damn-all between every one of them.

- Sorry, sir.
- Ah, well, we'll scrub round it.

They're all malingerers, in any case.

- John Kensington, by the way.
- Barney Adams.

Now you're here, you'd better have
a quick one. This way.

Don't be alarmed. It's gin.

I have to go to great lengths
to outwit these thieving nits up here.

Sorry if I was a bit sharpish over there.

I don't mind you wasting your own time...

but I always take it rather amiss
when people waste mine.

- Water?
- No. I'll take it neat.

What makes you think
I'm wasting my time?

Well, it's a bit of a farce, isn't it?

You been out here long?

Do you know Winston well?

As well as I know anyone here.

I'm up at supply headquarters.

This is only one of half a dozen
stations on my parish.

But I spoke to him occasionally.

To tell you the truth,
I had developed the habit...

of nipping very smartly round the side
of the huts when I saw him coming.

- Completely off his chump, you know.
- What do you mean?

Why, he's crackers.

You know that.

I've never heard of a murderer yet...

but someone didn't say he was crazy.

Look, Major, I'm not a doctor.

I'm not even a lawyer.
I'm just a soldier.

The only thing I do know
is that Winston is a confessed murderer.

Well, you're defending him, ducky.

Why not? You've got to go through
the motions, haven't you?

- Now, wait a minute—
- Oh, come off it.

I know the score.

You can plead anything for Winston
except insanity...

because if he's insane,
he's not guilty, right?

But he's got to be found guilty,
because he's got to hang.

And he's got to hang...

if only to save the American command
from a good deal of embarrassment.

He's got to hang because he's a murderer.

He's mad, all the same.

The man's a paranoiac.
He's an incurable psychopath.

What are your qualifications
for saying that?

I'm a psychiatrist.

Then what are you doing
in a dump like this?

You may well ask.

I happened to take the view
that a certain liaison officer...

was too sick to resume his duties.

They happened to need
a liaison officer at that time...

more than they needed a psychiatrist.

So here I am, inspecting nether portions.

At the suggestion, I may say,
of the American command.

I take it you don't like Americans.

Oh, I can take 'em or leave 'em.

You seem to have
all the clever answers, Major.

If you're so sure that Winston is insane,
why haven't you come forward and said so?

Well, why the hell should I?

I was told pointedly
enough it was none of my

business when I sent
him down to the hospital.

I have been specially ordered to keep
my nose out of it all, and that I'll do.

If you want to prove him
insane, there's someone

down there that can
do it in five minutes.

Kaufman. Go and see Kaufman.

When did you last see Winston?

The night of the murder, as they say.

I was called over to see if I could
do anything for poor old Quinn.

Winston had rather sensibly
retired to his hut...

and there were about
four bods guarding him.

Did you talk to him?

Yes, I did, and a ruddy
difficult job it was too.

He simply sat there
staring in front of him.

However,
eventually he began to talk.

- What about?
- Oh, the usual junk.

All about the teeming millions
plotting to overthrow the world.

Surely he's mentioned it.

He talk about Quinn?

No, he seemed to have
forgotten all about Quinn.

I can tell you why he killed him,
if that's what's worrying you.

- Major Kensington.
- Yes, Corporal?

- Reporting sick, sir.
- Go inside, would you?

You see, there's no British officer
here in Bachree.

As senior British N.C.O., Quinn had
roughly the same responsibilities...

as Winston had as an American officer.

This always nettled Winston.

He held that there was
some mysterious plot afoot...

to keep him
from a more responsible job.

Perfectly true, of course.

The chap was totally incompetent.

That's still no reason for killing a man.

It is, if you're a psychopath.

It's my knee, sir.

Keep it clean. I'll look at it Thursday.

Lock the door and give the key
to the sergeant.

- Yes, sir.
- Cheer up, ducky.

The top brass is on your side.

My laundry ready?

Do you know what time it is?

- Another long, hard day?
- Yup.

How did you know where to find me?

I've got connections with the F.B.I.

- I heard you went up to Bachree.
- Yeah.

I met a, uh, Major Kensington
up there.

I used to know him.
He's a brilliant man.

You got some kind of a thing
about psychiatrists, haven't you?

He's a very honest man too. If he
tells you something, you can believe it.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.
You don't want to talk about it.

Can I cook you something?

You mean girls still do the cooking?

Wow. Have I been out of touch.

- Aren't you married?
- Nope.

Why?

Don't take me too
literally. I was married once.

She just got tired of chasing me
around from camp to camp.

After a while,
she forgot who she was chasing.

- And since then?
- What do you mean, "since then?"

Half the world is women.
Don't any of them love you?

Oh, I suppose some of them do,
some don't.

Any happiness that way?

Happiness is not very high on the list
of army priorities, honey.

You just take it where you can.

Even the place doesn't make any difference
because tomorrow you're someplace else.

Like Kaufman?

- You just don't give up, do you?
- Mm-mmm.

Nope.

The trouble
with the Winston affair, Kate...

is that everybody's in the right.

Some people think he's insane
and shouldn't be hanged...

and some of 'em couldn't
give a hoot in hell...

whether he's sane or insane.

They think that there are bigger things
at stake than Winston...

that there's a war to be won.

He's just there to be sacrificed
like any one of us.

What do you believe, Barney?

I don't know, honey.

I just don't know.

Look at me, Barney. Look at me!

I am part French, part Chinese.

Can't you imagine how much I despise
the Winstons of this world?

But I couldn't be his executioner.

Jasmine.
It only comes out at night.

Yeah. Jasmine and me both.

It's very late.

Uh-huh.

On the other hand,
you did offer to do the cooking.

- All right.
- On the other hand, I'm not hungry.

If you want to put your conscience
on my pillow...

it's all right by me.

- Gentlemen, this briefing
is being called at your request...

because of the widespread interest in the
Winston case in our respective countries.

Now, you all know the rules.

This is strictly an off-the-record session
for background use only.

No direct quotes.

You can ask a question
of anyone you like...

but you get a "no comment,"
then the decision holds.

Right?
It's Sunday, and the bar's open.

We've all got a lot to do, so fire away.

Colonel Thompson, was Colonel Adams
brought into the theater...

specifically to handle this case?

No, he wasn't.

By fortuitous circumstance,
a courageous soldier...

with a brilliant legal background...

was dropped into our laps
at this most difficult time.

What chance does Colonel Adams think
he has of saving Winston's life?

I have no idea.

I was assigned to defend Lt. Winston, and
I shall do that to the best of my ability.

Alec, what are the political issues
involved here?

No comment. This is a military trial,
and there are no political issues involved.

Oh, come off it, Alec.
Do be a bit more flexible.

Let's face it.

This case is a hot
potato because an

American officer
murdered a British non-com.

There are political implications.

No comment.
And you may quote me.

Yes, sir. Go ahead.

On the subject
of political consequences...

I think it is right to say
that this is a very broad topic...

for not only the murderer, but...

Sir, this is not a forum. Now, if you have
a question, would you please ask it?

I was merely trying to explain, sir,
that my readers would ask this question:

Is there any justice apart from might?

Uh, well,
who's that question directed at?

I think, possibly,
the gentleman for the defense.

Justice exists only in its own right.

It exists apart from power
and apart from might.

Expedience
can have no part in justice.

Thank you, sir.

Any more questions? No? Good.

Court convenes at 0900 hours tomorrow.

Press facilities, Room 307.

Lieutenant Sabinson will take care of you.

By the way, how's your client?

I'm just on my way to see him, Colonel.

You get a good rest, Barney.
See you in court tomorrow morning.

- Yes, sir.
- You know, that's a good line.

"Expedience can have no part in justice."
Good quote.

Here it is, Colonel, all wrapped up.

- Full brief and all the depositions.
- Fine.

Now, my advice to you, gentlemen,
is to get out of here...

go someplace cozy and get stoned.

Is Jackson out there?
I haven't had my dinner yet.

You mean Sergeant Jackson?
You'll get your supper.

Winston, I have to enter
a plea of not guilty at your trial.

The only case I have is that you were
not responsible for your actions...

when you shot Quinn.

I was responsible.

Well, there are some people
who hold that you were not.

What people?
Who have you been talking to?

Winston, I'm your counsel.
You have to trust me.

All right. I'll trust you.

Shall I tell you why
I shot Sergeant Quinn?

Yes.

- Will you believe me?
- I'll believe you.

I watched him.
This was no sudden decision, Colonel.

I watched him for months.

I followed him. He never knew it.

I used to follow him up that hill
and watch him...

with those black witches up there.

He was defiling the race, Colonel.

He was defiling the white race.

He wasn't fit to live
in a white man's world.

Oh, then he'd come back and he'd start
swaggering around and giving orders...

countermanding my orders!

I was the only officer there.
I was responsible. I had to kill him!

Will you tell this story in court,
Winston?

I kept a book, and every little thing that
that man did I wrote down in that book.

I had it in the book!

June 15:
Appeared to parade in civilian shoes.

June 14:
Back up the hill.

June 15: Whistling.

And he stole it! He stole my book!

Nobody else could have done it.

Will you say all this in court?

What are you, mister?
Some kind of lousy wog lover?

I'm your counsel, Winston.
You said you trusted me.

I don't trust anybody!

You're like that Dr. Creepy Kaufman.
You're always sniveling around!

"You've got to trust me. Let me help you."

Big all-American boy.
Blue-eyed hero.

Now, you were talking
to Kaufman, weren't you?

What were you doing,
spending your time there?

Crawling around with wog lovers?

- Come on, Winston. Sit down.
- I won't sit down!

Nigger! Nigger!

You cotton-picking jigaboo!

Take your brother out of here.

- Does he do that often?
- He does it.

- And you don't let it bother you?
- Nah. Poor fellow's crazy.

Okay, Lieutenant?

Exercise?

Come on. Beat it for a while, kids.
Just beat it, eh?

Come on. Get lost. That's good.
Now, you'll get your sweets later.

Well, I don't want to rob you guys...

but I've got 10
bucks says he'll be a

full-bird colonel a week
after Winston gets it.

- You really think so?
- Sure. It's the old city hall handout.

Have you seen anything
of Lieutenants Morse or Bender?

He's no Clarence Darrow.

I think they went to
that Oasis Club, sir.

He seems to enjoy standing up on his hind
legs and saying what he's been told to say.

- You could be right.
- I know I'm right. I once knew a case...

- You mind repeating that?
- I say, look here. Wait a minute.

Ah, nuts.
He knows what I'm saying.

I was only saying that you got
a lousy assignment.

As of now, chum, so do you.

- May I come in?
- After a little more happiness?

I think I left a report
here this morning.

Come in.

- How far is it to the Sikri Hospital?
- Nearly a hundred miles.

Mmm. I'm gonna have a long drive.

- You are going to see Major Kaufman?
- Yes.

Are you sure he's going to help you?

- I think I know my man.
- Why now, Barney?

Why have you suddenly decided...

to defend Winston?

I'm not defending Winston, Kate.
I'm defending myself.

I suppose you think
it's a little late for that, huh?

You have been an army man
for 18 years.

You have been on the Winston case
for four days.

You haven't been doing too badly.

Well, you can take that
and use it to wrap souvenirs in.

I want you to prepare me a new brief.
We're pleading insanity.

- Yes, sir.
- Bender, I want you to go to Records.

Break in, if necessary.

Get every possible word you can find
on Colonel Burton...

and all the other officers
on the lunacy board.

Colonel Burton will
never admit insanity, sir.

No, but Kaufman will.

- He's up country.
- I know that.

- You want us to contact him?
- No, thank you.

You mention Kaufman's
name on the telephone,

he'll be off to the
Philippines by morning.

I want him there in court, because
without him we haven't got a case.

You bring me the brief, gentlemen,
I'll bring you the witness.

- Can I help you, sir?
- Where can I find the officers' quarters?

Block 34.
Straight up, right, and then left.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Thanks.

- Major. Kaufman.
- Hmm? What is it?

What are you doing here?

Hey, quiet!

I want you to come down to the trial in
the morning and give evidence for Winston.

You've come a long
way to ask a silly question.

Hey, keep it down, huh?

I'm not asking, Major.
I'm ordering you.

You can order me to appear...

but you can't order me
to give the testimony you want.

You prepared to see him hang?

Hey, for crying out loud!
Shut up, huh?

Look, buster, unless you can pull rank
on me— and I'm a lieutenant colonel...

you just stick a pillow over your head.

Are you prepared to see him hang?

Look, I've done all that I could do.

When Burton asked me
to declare Winston sane, I refused.

I didn't have to refuse.

I just couldn't sign that paper.

And what happened?
I'm a senior psychiatrist.

Today I'm handing out charcoal pills
in the middle of the jungle.

Now you want me to go even further.
You tell me why.

Because you're a doctor. Because you're
the only man who can save him.

Look.

The other day, Winston asked me
if I knew what this war was all about.

I'm sure he's asked you
the same question.

Well, right now...

this war is all about
a man named Winston.

It's, uh—
It's easy to fight for the innocent.

But when you fight for the sick,
for the warped, for the lost...

then you've had justice.

It's a big word, I know.
It is, you know.

Bigger than my career.

Bigger than yours.

- What time do you want me there?
- 11:00 a.m.

I've got my round to do at 7:00.

You'll make it, Major.

Yes, all right. I'll be there.

Thank you, Doctor.

Now, according to the diagram—
that's Exhibit "B," sir...

your bed, Corporal
Zimmerman, was opposite and

to the left of Staff
Sergeant Quinn's cubicle.

Yes, sir.

And if Quinn had made
any move to defend himself...

you would have seen.

- Yes, sir.
- And did he try and defend himself?

No, sir.
He didn't have a chance.

- Did he reach out for his own gun?
- No, he couldn't.

And you were an eyewitness
to this cold-blooded killing.

Yes, sir.

No further questions.

You may cross-examine, Colonel Adams.

I have no questions, sir.

Colonel Adams...

as you have elected not to make
an opening statement...

it would be improper for me
to press you on your line of defense.

However, the court has noted that so far,
four witnesses have taken the stand...

without any cross-examination
by defense counsel.

If it will help the court, sir,
the defense is prepared to concede...

that Lieutenant Winston
did shoot Staff Sergeant Quinn...

in the manner described.

As far as I'm concerned, there's no need
for any further eyewitnesses.

That is for the court to decide,
Colonel Adams!

What I require is that you satisfy me...

that Lieutenant Winston will be provided
with an active and alert defense.

With respect to the court, sir,
I claim the right to present my defense...

in the way that would most
benefit the accused.

At this moment, all I intend to say...

is that at the time of the murder...

Lieutenant Winston could not
distinguish right from wrong.

Corporal Zimmerman...

you have testified that you knew
Lieutenant Winston for four months.

Yes, sir. Yes.

In that time, did you
notice any peculiarities

or eccentricities of any
kind in his behavior?

No, sir.

Nothing at all that would have led you
to suspect, even for a moment...

that Lieutenant Winston was not
a perfectly normal, rational officer?

No, sir.

Are you sure you have no questions before
I release this witness, Colonel Adams?

Corporal Zimmerman...

what did you do in civilian life?

I moved around. You know,
there was this bowling alley...

At no time in your career were you
a practicing psychiatrist?

- No. No, sir.
- Thank you. That's all.

Now, sir, I'd like to
draw your attention to

Paragraph 3 here under
Amphibious Vehicles.

- Your call, sir.
- Just a minute.

Yes? Yes, Johnny.

Hut! Hut!

No questions at all? Where the hell
is that defense he's supposed to put up?

How many more prosecution witnesses?

Huh. Call me again.

- All right. Sorry, Major. Go right ahead.
- Yes, well, I suggest...

You've told the court,
Burton, that when you'd

heard from headquarters
about the murder...

you telephoned Major Kaufman and
asked him why he had admitted Lt. Winston.

Yes, I did. He said he was sick...

that he was in a profound
confusional and depressed state.

- Then you examined Lt. Winston yourself?
- Yes, I did.

What were the results of your examination?

He was suffering
from general fatigue.

He also suffers from a nervous stomach
and athlete's foot.

Apart from that,
I'd say his health was normal.

But did you find any indication at all
that Lt. Winston was mentally sick?

I did not.

Having found that Winston was sound
of body and mind, what did you do?

Having been advised
by theater headquarters...

- that this man should stand trial
as soon as possible— - Kaufman.

I suggested to Major Kaufman that he
be immediately discharged from hospital...

and transferred to the stockade.

- And was he so discharged, Colonel Burton?
- He was not.

Major Kaufman refused to sign
his discharge papers.

- What did you do then?
- I reported this to headquarters.

General Kempton instructed me to convene
a lunacy commission and to examine Winston.

And what were the findings
of that commission?

The commission found Lt. Winston to be
sane, fit and responsible to stand trial.

If the court pleases...

the United States Army is prepared to rest
on the evidence that has been taken.

I feel it has been proven that
the murder of Staff Sergeant Quinn...

of the Royal Army Service Corps...

on the night of August 16 at the United
States Army Corps depot in Bachree...

was willfully and with forethought...

committed by the defendant,
Lt. Charles Winston...

while he was of sound mind and
in full possession of all his faculties.

You may present
your witnesses, Colonel Adams.

Colonel Adams!

The court is, indeed, distressed to hear
of the death of Major Kaufman.

However, our first and only task
is to dispense justice...

in the trial now before us.

The court will recess for one-half hour.

If only we'd subpoenaed Kaufman three days
ago, he wouldn't have been transferred.

What's the use in saying, "If only"?
We didn't, and he was.

- If only we cross-examined.
- Morse, Bender, shut up.

Gentlemen, the only
court-martial case I ever defended...

was 16 years ago when I got a
not-guilty verdict for a master sergeant...

accused of stealing
by "finding" a 10-ton truck.

So I can honestly say
I have never lost a case yet.

We're going to fight this thing through.

The hell with Thompson
and the rest of them out there.

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant.

I want to open up by putting
you on the witness stand.

Why?

I want you to tell the court, exactly
as you told me, why you killed Quinn.

I've already confessed to the murder.
I have nothing else to say.

I want you on that stand.

Court will rise.

I'm not getting on that stand.

I don't have to,
and you can't make me.

Well, I know my rights, Colonel.

What do you think I
am, some kind of a nut?

The court will come to order.

That's a joke, Colonel.

All parties to the
trial who were present

when the court recessed
are present in court.

Colonel Adams?

Try the report.

Sir...

Major Kaufman's evidence
is no longer available to us.

This is a report written by him
in respect to Lieutenant Winston.

With your permission,
I would like it read into the record.

May I see that, please?

This is a carbon copy, Colonel Adams.
Have you the original?

The original has been destroyed.

Well, this is neither signed
nor certified a true copy.

As law officer, I must rule that
this document cannot be admitted...

as an authentic copy
of Major Kaufman's report...

without proof he was the author of it.

- Do you intend to produce that proof?
- I intend to try, sir.

Call Colonel Burton.

Even if they won't accept
the report as evidence...

you can put it on the record
for the information of the court.

I could put a comic book
on the record, if I wanted to.

I want that report admitted as the evidence
of a qualified psychiatrist.

Colonel Burton.

Colonel Burton, I will remind you
that you are still under oath.

Colonel Adams,
you may cross-examine the witness.

Thank you, sir.

Colonel Burton, this lunacy commission—
who were the members?

Colonel Hale, Major Frank and myself.

Colonel Hale is some
kind of a surgeon, is he not?

He is a surgeon.

- And Major Frank is a dentist.
- Yes.

And you, sir...

before you were commissioned,
you were the resident company physician...

of the Hamilton Truck Works in Detroit.

- Yes.
- Are you a psychiatrist, sir?

- Not in a formal sense.
- Well, in an informal sense.

- I've read books on the subject.
- Oh? Which books?

I repeat, sir, what books?

I don't recollect the titles.

Uh-huh.

And in this general hospital of yours...

do you have a department
of psychiatry?

We have a neuropsychopathic ward.

In other words, you do have
a psychiatric department.

- I suppose so.
- You suppose so.

And, uh, how many psychiatrists
are on the staff of that department?

- Three, I believe.
- Three, you believe?

You are telling the
court that none of them

was competent to sit
on a lunacy commission?

That is so.

And yet, when one of them,
Major Kaufman...

submitted the report
to you on Lt. Winston's

condition, you
rejected that report?

Yes. As I said, the report was
neither competent nor scientific.

- You read it carefully?
- Yes, I did.

And this, uh, surgeon and this dentist,
they also read the report?

- I don't know.
- Well, I submit that you do know, sir.

Was the report given to them?

Possibly not, as I rejected it.

And so you, Col. Burton, are the only man
who has read Major Kaufman's report.

- I believe so.
- Thank you, sir.

If the court pleases,
I would like this to be stamped...

Colonel Adams, the law officer has already
ruled this document cannot be admitted.

I believe that what Col. Adams wishes to do
is to have Burton authenticate the report.

- Is that so, Colonel?
- With the court's permission.

Major Smith,
do you wish to examine this?

- Not at present.
- Very well.

I rule that this document be admitted
into evidence as an anonymous report...

of unspecified origin.

It's up to the defense to authenticate it
as the work of any particular person.

Thank you.

Colonel Burton,
would you read this, please?

- You've read it?
- Yes.

In, uh, 45 seconds.

Is that the time you usually allow
for reports submitted to you?

Now, Colonel, would you
tell the court, please...

is this a copy of the report submitted
to you by Major Leon Kaufman?

- I don't know.
- You don't know?

You have sworn to the court that you read
Major Kaufman's report carefully...

and you rejected it.

Must I remind you
that you are under oath?

May it please the court,
Col. Burton is not on trial.

I object to this whole line
of questioning.

Col. Adams will confine his questions
to the examination.

I ask you again,
is this a copy of the report...

submitted to you by Major Kaufman?

No.

Do you recognize any part
as the work of Major Kaufman?

That's impossible to say.

He was in the habit of making
several drafts of his reports.

It might be an earlier draft.

Getting back to your days
with the Hamilton Truck Company.

Did you resign,
or were you discharged?

I resigned.

Were you not discharged
because you diagnosed

a heart attack as
acute indigestion?

- Objection!
- Certainly not.

All right. We'll, uh, put your civilian
career to one side for the moment.

I'm going to ask you once more
about this report...

and I again remind you
that you are under oath!

I object!

Your constant reminders to Col. Burton
that he is still under oath are offensive.

You are not examining a criminal,
but an officer and a gentleman...

who accepts the role
of a cooperative witness.

Do you have any more
questions for this witness?

Yes, sir, I do.

In that case,
we will recess for lunch.

And the court is recessed
till 2:15 this afternoon...

at which time those persons having business
in the court will appear here again.

Boy, was he ever saved by the bell.

Got a minute, sir?

Sure.

Come in, Barney. Smoke?

Thank you.

What a luxury to be in a room
without a telephone.

Well, Barney,
I made a mistake, didn't I?

We all make mistakes, General.

What are you doing to Burton?
Are you trying to destroy that man?

- Yes, I am.
- Why? For God's sakes, why?

Because he's a liar,
a cheat and a coward.

Because he's covered himself with dirt,
and it rubs off everywhere.

He does his job.

He's required to contribute
to the war effort...

by running a base hospital
smoothly and efficiently.

He does that. Anyway,
Burton can take care of himself.

It's you I'm thinking about, Barney.

Are you trying to throw
your career out the window?

No, sir.

Well, what are you trying to do?
What are you trying to prove?

I'm trying to prove
that the system works, General.

You asked me to put on a demonstration.
I'm doing that.

No man is above the law. We know that.
But no man is below it either.

And that's what I'm proving.

Well, Barney, you better
go ahead and prove it.

For myself,
I don't deal in individuals.

That's a luxury I can't afford.
I'm here to fight a war.

I still say you don't buy victory
by rigging a murder trial.

I don't know whether you do or not,
but that's your pigeon now.

I'm already on the next crisis.

You know, Barney?

I was hoping to tell you soon
that you'd been made full colonel.

Does that sound like bribery?

Well, it wasn't meant to be.

Give my regards to your old man
when you write to him.

I'll do that.

If you will bowl googlies and long hops,
inevitable, I suppose.

207 for...

Oh, never mind.

Good morning.

Have you just got up, or did you
manage to stagger into court?

- We got there.
- Beer, I think. Two beers, please.

Well, have you rung down the curtain
on the high drama of the courtroom?

- We've recessed.
- And what's the brilliant defense?

Self-preservation, provocation,
or didn't he know the gun was loaded?

If you must know,
the brilliant defense is insanity.

Now, if you'll excuse us.

Why do English officers always use our bar?
We never use theirs.

I tried, ducky. The beer's too warm.

Tell me, are you
putting Kaufman in the box?

Kaufman's dead.
Cracked up his car racing to get here.

Good God. I am sorry.

So you'll appreciate we're having
a difficult time enough...

without a running commentary
from you, sir.

Brilliant doctor.

Well, I hear you're making
complete nonsense of it.

I'd like a large, cold glass of water.

Yes, sir.

The court will rise.

The court will come to order.

All parties who were present when the court
recessed are again present in court.

I would remind the witness
that he's still under oath.

Colonel Adams.

I have no more questions
for this witness, sir.

- Major Smith?
- No questions, sir.

Now the witness may stand down.

If the defense rests,
has the prosecution any further...

The defense does not rest, sir.

I have one more witness to call.

Very well.

Do you swear that the evidence you
shall give in the case now in hearing...

shall be the truth, the whole truth and
nothing but the truth, so help you, God?

I do.

State your full name,
rank, organization and station.

John Gerald Kensington, major,
Royal Army Medical Corps.

I'm the area medical officer,
Bachree district.

Be seated.

Major Kensington, what are
your medical qualifications, please, sir?

I'm a doctor of medicine,
London University.

I have a diploma
in psychological medicine.

I'm a fellow of
the Royal College of Physicians.

And I was lecturer
at Guy's Hospital in psychopathology...

late Whitely Fellow in psychological
medicine at London University.

I'm the author of a chapter
on psychosomatic illnesses...

in Taylor's Medical Jurisprudence.

Thank you, sir.

This is a report written
by a medical practitioner...

after an examination
of Lieutenant Winston.

- Would you read this, please?
- I object!

The defense has introduced
an unsigned, uncertified document.

There's no proof at all that this is
a report on Lt. Winston's condition.

The report is typed
on hospital stationery.

It is headed "Lieutenant Charles Winston."
It bears his serial number.

It is titled "History and Prognosis."

Now, what more does
the trial judge advocate want?

The law officer has already ruled that this
is an anonymous and unspecified document.

I suggest that defense counsel is pursuing
an unorthodox course, to say the least.

If it will help the court, I will concede
that this is an anonymous report...

written about an anonymous patient...

even, if the court so wishes,
a nonexistent patient.

That is in order.
The objection is overruled.

Thank you, sir.

Major Kensington,
you've read the report?

Yes.

Is there anything in this report,
Major, that is not consistent...

with your diagnosis
of Lieutenant Winston?

It is almost, word-for-word...

what I would have written myself.

Lieutenant Winston was the only
commissioned officer at Bachree.

He had the power and the authority.

But Sergeant Quinn
broke down this authority.

He undermined Lieutenant Winston.

He laughed at him and mocked him...

and the process of disintegration began.

He had an unhappy, lonely childhood.

He married a woman who terrified him.

His three sons, apparently,
treat him with contempt and pity...

and the only reason he joined the army
was in a pathetic attempt to impress them.

After Pearl Harbor, he began to create
a fantasy of winning the war single-handed.

That was when he began to degenerate...

from a mere neurotic into a paranoiac.

The murder of Sergeant Quinn...

was the last, desperate effort
of Lieutenant Winston...

to defend himself
with the exercise of power.

But already, at this point,
he was insane.

He was insane then,
and he's insane now.

I'm sane!
I'm the only one here who is sane!

I'm sane, you lousy limey quack!
Tell them I'm sane!

Come on, you big hero lawyer.
Whose side are you on?

I don't care for the lot of you!
You think you're sane?

- Huh, Winovich? I know all about you!
- Corporal!

Tell him who your sister married!
A Filipino, yeah!

Stand up and tell 'em! Tell 'em!

And you—you'll get yours.
You'll get yours!

I'm going to report
on how you operate this theater!

I'm going to go myself to the Congress
of the United States of America!

I'm gonna tell 'em!
I watched him go up that hill!

I watched him,
and I kept it all in my book!

I had it! I had it in my black book!

The court will recess.

Well, it's been an interesting old day,
taking it all around.

Under the circumstances,
I think I'd be wiser

to hotfoot it up to
the hills. Don't you?

Taking it all around, thanks.

It's all the same to me.

I can dream about Harley Street up in
Bachree just as well as I can down here.

It's rather different for you, isn't it?

You're not just a wartime officer.

No. War or peace, win or lose...

it's my life.

Good luck.

I'll be right with you, Baxter!

I'm going to miss the jasmine.

Come on. Say good-bye to me.

Barney?

It was worth it, wasn't it?

Yes, Kate, it really was.

Just because you can't lick 'em,
that doesn't mean you have to join 'em.

They'll make out all right.

Eyes right!

Ten-hut!