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At least you and Kendall agree on that. |
What happened next? |
Talk it through: Childs, Mueller, and Nunez know they're going out on the regular Tuesday Night drill, hurricane or no hurricane, so they plan it: Kill West, pin it on Pike. |
And they're smart about it. They know when you commit a crime you know is going to be investigated, you need a fall guy and for that to work, you have to have a witness. |
Dunbar. |
Exactly, someone who's not involved, who's word can't be questioned. You only let them see what you want them to see, you make them believe, so when the time comes, they've totally bought into your version of events. |
They believe the innocent are guilty and the guilty are innocent. |
And if they're asked, that's what they'll tell the, world. |
So it's a good plan but it goes wrong; Mueller flips out and shoots their fall guy, which means they have to bring Dunbar and Kendall into the cover story |
Kendall maybe would have agreed, but the hurricane buttfucks the cabin |
Buttfucks the cabin? |
And all hell breaks loose. A lot of Good guys shoot a lot of bad guys and whiz, bang, zoom, happy ending. |
So why, after Dunbar drags Kendall out from under a house, does the Senator's son try and get us to put his savior in the gas chamber? |
That bugs you too? |
Little bit. |
Let's go talk to Bill... |
We're fucked, I know |
They got their stories straight. |
What? |
What Kendall said "the type of guys you don't feel comfortable going to sleep around." That's what Dunbar said about Childs to the letter. |
Are you sure? |
Positive. Hardy, they planned this. |
Why don't you talk to Levi off the record for a second? |
Good idea. |
That's a fantastic idea |
See, I just take your gun to the morgue and fire it into one of their skulls; then I call every newspaper in the country with the story about how Senator Kendall's gay son went nuts on a training mission |
I pushed him too hard. |
You couldn't have known |
Yeah, I could've. Should've. |
You wanted to get the truth. |
No, I didn't. I wanted to humiliate him. For what he did to Dunbar. For fucking over the little guy. |
You mean the falsely accused? |
You wanted to break him. |
Yeah. |
So did I. |
So what now? |
Now I go home, get drunk, and try and forget this ever happened. |
Think it'll work? |
Nah. |
You know, you never told me why you left the army. |
It dawned on me one day that we were supposed to be a nation founded on the principle of questioning authority... and all I did here was follow orders. It didn't add up. Plus, I got kicked out. |
For what? |
That's gonna stay my secret. |
We were close to something with Kendall. |
Maybe... Maybe we were nowhere near. Sometimes mysteries stay mysteries. I haven't by any chance grown on you, have I? |
No. |
Good, just making sure. |
Four |
Get in. |
We got maybe three minutes till they break it down. |
Right back where we started. |
Hardy, what are you doing |
Isn't this how your story goes? |
We can tie you to the chair if it'll work better for you |
Hardy, for Chrissakes |
WHERE'S WEST'S BODY? |
No bodies, no West... |
No death certificates. No crime. |
We need to talk |
Seven. |
What? |
Seven guys. What was it you said? You were "just starting to believe I wasn't the guy people said". |
This isn't the time |
This is the perfect time. You know what makes a good detective? The number of confessions they get. You're a good detective, Osborne. So now you get mine. |
What if I don't want it? |
Tough. |
That's not true. |
There are degrees of truth, officer. Always degrees. |
You're a good man, Hardy. |
Really. |
Far as I'm concerned, whatever you did in the past can stay in the past. |
West? |
Nobody saw. But I don't think so. |
Do I have a choice in this? |
Yeah. I can wait till you're off the base and do it myself. |
What are you doing out here? |
Leaving without saying goodbye. What are you gonna do? |
Go home, get drunk, and try and forget this ever happened. |
Think it'll work? |
Nah. |
Want company? |
A word of advice about women that first hour or so after they kill their boss? Probably not the best time to hit on them. |
I should probably write that down. |
Yeah. |
Your phone number? |
In case you need me to testify about the shooting. They'll clear you. |
He was your friend. |
Yeah. But he was a lot of other things, too. Thanks. |
How are you? |
Been better. I read about what's been happening with you... I should have called |
What kind of trouble are you in? |
That bad? |
Would I have called you if it wasn't? If there was any other way |
Tell me what I can do. |
This is Warrant Officer Julia Osborne, the closest thing we have to an in house investigator. |
And here you are going out of house. How's that make you feel, Jules? |
The official term for it is "Clusterfuck". By the time Beth hit us, I'd canceled all off base exercises save one a six man cadet team and their Drill out in the bush. We're missing three and the Sergeant. The cadets are in their eighth week of the cycle, nobody here knows much about them, up to and including their nam... |
It's not West, is it? Tell me it's not West. |
A few years ago, the Army picked our good buddy as their go to noncom to trot out to the press to talk about the kinder, gentler military. He even did the standard video greeting played to all incoming Basic cadets across the country. |
Well, he's a good soldier. |
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