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Epileptic attacks are murder on your system. Rattle your internal organs like a paint mixer. |
My heart weeps. |
Is it the truth? |
There's that word again. As I told you, I wasn't in the room when everyone started shooting. |
Why did you tell us he shot everybody, Levi? You put him in for three murders, the man saved your life |
So I should stay silent about his misdeeds? The guns went off, I ran in, Childs shot me, Pike and Mueller were dead, and Dunbar was running out the door with the smoking gun |
Dunbar was running out the door? Ohhhhhh... See that's where I was confused, because I thought you said Nunez was running out the door. |
No. I said Dunbar. |
Huh. You know, I really thought you said Nunez. I thought you said "Dunbar was gone," My fault, I gotta check the tape on that. Oh, yeah we taped the last interview. This one too. Cause it'd be a real break for us to catch you in a lie. |
I believe your next line is "What are you trying to hide?" |
Well? |
Sorry to disappoint. I'm on painkillers for the injury they cloud the mind. You're right, it was Nunez. Any more questions? |
Dunbar will testify that you were. |
Then we'll leave it up to the courts His word against mine. What does his father do again? Steelworker? Doesn't matter, I'm sure justice will be served. In any case, my father will definitely want to talk to you about all these questions, these accusations on his son. He's quite protective. |
Something funny, Levi? |
I was just thinking of what's going to happen to your careers when my father gets through with you. |
Jail if he's lucky, the gas chamber if he's not |
I didn't do anything |
Why? |
Because of what I saw. Who really killed West. |
How do you know? |
Because I was standing next to him. |
Or you, Levi? When is it finally going to come out that you were the one who killed him? |
I didn't |
But you can't prove it! You can't prove anything until we find the bodies! |
You lied to us, Levi, you're going to the gas chamber unless you tell us where to find them! |
I don't know |
Where are they! |
Maybe |
MAYBE WHAT |
Maybe he... |
Whose blood is that, Jay? |
West's. Any kindling for afire? |
What do you mean, West's? |
I mean I killed him. Isn't that what we all wanted? |
Where have you been, Jay? |
Wandering through a hurricane trying to find this place. It's gettin' bad out there Where's West? |
Roberto, what the fuck? |
We just want to check your pack |
Why? |
You know it's not like that |
Do I? |
Right? |
Yeah... |
You gotta untie me. I didn't do this thing, Ray. |
You hated West more than any of us. |
Maybe, but that don't make me a killer |
You're the only one missing a grenade. |
Which anyone coulda taken out of my gear on the chopper. Were you watching your pack on the ride in? |
Ray, this is my life here. I ain't gonna pretend I'm not happy West is gone, but you know I couldn't have done this. It's not in me. |
If not you, then who? |
Mueller. |
Oh, come on |
We're sweeping our area and suddenly he's gone. Couple minutes later, phosphorous grenade pops off about a third of a click away |
That's exactly what he says about you. |
Who you gonna trust, Ray? Him or your friend? |
You hated West, Mueller loved him |
Enough to go to prison? Childs' PX scam, Mueller was in on it |
Bullshit. |
Look in my pack. |
Why? |
Just look. Little pocket. |
Combat grade morphine. Mueller sold it to me. |
You're lying |
Pull up my sleeve. Right arm. |
Why... why didn't you tell me? |
Becoming a morphine addict during Basic ain't exactly something you want to broadcast. Only Mueller and Childs know. |
That still doesn't mean you didn't kill him. |
You saw West, right? How was he killed? |
Full clip to the body |
From up close or far away? |
His chest was hamburger |
That's close range. You go full auto on a guy from close range, you're gonna be swimming in blood. Look at my uniform. Nothing. |
Way I figure it, West must have found out about their little business and was gonna bust them, so they decided to get rid of him first... |
They? |
Mueller and Childs. One of them must've taken the grenade from my pack on the chopper... |
I... I don't know... |
What don't you know? |
This is a lot of information to be getting... I have to think |
There's no time to think, Ray, we gotta get out of here! You untie me, we grab the guns, get Kendall and Nunez, and make a run for it |
No... no, we can just wait till we get back and then tell the M.P.'s |
We wait and I'm a dead man. I got a black face, a criminal record, and over a hundred other cadets who'll testify how much I hated West my court martial will take six minutes. It's either me or them, Ray, and you gotta decide right now. |
A test will no doubt link you to the killing |
Put it down! |
He wouldn't kill anybody... |
Oh, bullshit, he's a fucking convict. You know how much he hated West |
I hated West, Childs hated West, everyone with a goddamn brain hated West but that doesn't mean we killed him! |
Shut up. Let me see your grenades. |
Why? |
We were each given three so whoever killed West will be missing one. |
Jesus, what happened? |
West... he's dead. |
Pike and I got separated... then I heard gunfire. Close. |
So did we. Why didn't you come? |
So you killed him? |
I... |
Cadet, what's your name! |
Sir, Dunbar, sir! |
You know how to work a pistol, Dunbar? |
Sir, yes, sir! |
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