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Two of your men dead|in 2 days, Colonel.
It seems you've lost control|of your company.
Will Lieutenant Scott be granted|the right to stand trial...
and face this charge?
Major Fussel saw him|standing over the body.
I would say he's had his trial.
Any prisoner accused of a crime|against another prisoner...
has a right to a trial.
And if the boy|were being held in Alabama...
there wouldn't be|any trial at all.
Is this not so?
Yeah, maybe you're|right, Colonel.
Maybe we should|just forget the trial.
Let's just drag him|out of the barracks...
and shoot 2 holes|in his chest...
like you do with|Lieutenant Archer.
Like in your American movies?
Yeah, something like that.
That should be fun.
All right, Colonel.
You may conduct it...
in your theater here.
Colonel, my men are in|this theater every day.
With your permission...
we'd like to erect|a billet tent...
to house the proceedings.
Your theater|will do quite nicely.
You have until|the end of the week...
to conduct your trial.
It's a capital charge,|Colonel.
The trial will take|more than a few days.
One thousand more American|prisoners from the Ardennes...
will be arriving|over the weekend.
I am putting them|in your theater.
Colonel, I just|explained to you--
Saturday, your theater is mine.
This is a murder site.
I beg your pardon,|Lieutenant.
I said|this is a murder site.
The body and|everything around it...
are now evidence.
This area cannot|be disturbed...
until everything|is photographed.
I'm appointing you counsel|for Lieutenant Scott.
Sir, I'm not a lawyer.
You sounded like one|a minute ago.
I could be|a material witness.
I mean, I heard|the lieutenant going out.
The lieutenant|needs our help.
I've appointed you counsel.
And this guy|that's prosecuting me...
this Captain Sisk...
is he a real lawyer?
That sounds about right.
I think we have to paint|this thing as a fight, Scott.
It was a fight|that got a little out of hand.
You're supposed to ask me|if I did it, first.
Look, I came here|to kill Nazis.
If it was some crackers|that I wanted to kill...
I could have stayed in Macon.
Major Fussel ID'd you|standing over the body.
Fussel is a Nazi!
No. Fussel is a witness...
and he's enough to hang you.
Look, all I'm saying|is if it was a fight...
that got a little|out of hand...
then it's not murder.
Do you understand that?
Man, oh, man.
Can I fire you?
Oh, look, Scott,|I'm just trying--
If it's a colored guy|on trial...
and it's a white man|who's been murdered...
there's no such thing|as manslaughter.
Don't you know that?
Or is that something|that they teach you...
in the third year|of law school?
What do you expect|from me, anyway?
A ''Hey, yes, sir, boss.''
Or ''Why, thank you, boss.|You're mighty kind.''
Is that the way|a railroaded colored man acts...
where you're from?
Nobody's railroading you, Scott.
Then how come|the only real lawyer...
is the guy|that's prosecuting me...
and I'm stuck with you|defending me?
That's how the Colonel|wanted it.
Yeah, but I ain't|being railroaded.
I'll meet you|back at the barracks.
I'm gonna need|a few things, sir.
Who has Bedford's|personal effects?
I'll need to see them...
and the photographs|that were taken of the scene...
and of course, his body.
What did Scott tell you?
You were with him all day.
What did he tell you?
I'm sorry, sir.|I can't reveal that.
Sure you can.
Attorney-client privilege, sir.
Only an attorney|has attorney-client privilege.
I need to be briefed|on everything...
that Scott intends|to testify to.
Sir, you're going to be|President of the court-martial.
How can I possibly|discuss our case with you?
Are you suggesting...
that I would betray|Lieutenant Scott?
That I would share|details of his case...
with the prosecution?
Scott followed Bedford out|through the night latrine.
If he testifies to that fact...
every German in this camp|will know how we get in...
and out of the barracks|after dark...
and every man in this camp|would be compromised...
because of that.
Are you following this,|Lieutenant?
Now, Scott will testify|that he went out...
through a hole|beneath the stove...
in the barracks.
And you will make certain|that he is clear on that.
Do we understand each other,|Lieutenant?
We do, sir.
Permission to speak, sir.
Scott thinks this is all|just for show.
He thinks you passed sentence...
as soon as the body|hit the ground.
Is he right?
Bedford's footlocker|is in my barracks.
I'll make sure you get it.
Not much to look at, is he?
Did you know him?
But my guards certainly|seemed to.
These are for you.
Your guards,|you said they knew him.
Well, you'll have to ask them|about that.
This is yours, too.
We found it on his wrist.
But with the inscription...
and those new boots|on your feet...
I made the assumption.
It's a little hard|to imagine, Colonel...
your guards|sitting for an interview.
I can arrange it.
I can arrange|anything you like.
It seems only fair...
what with your colonel|throwing you to the wolves.
I'm not sure I follow you.
Yale isn't in the habit|of accepting half-wits.
At least it wasn't|when I was studying there.
The oldest member|of the class of '28.
My fellow students voted me|hardest worker.
But we can swap stories|some other time, can't we?
Right now we've got a trial|to prepare for.
It's a sincere offer,|Lieutenant.
Anything I can do to help...
And exactly where were you,|Major Fussel...
on the night in question?
I was walking the area|behind this theater...
and the Australian compound.
At about what time?
Maybe about 1:00|in the morning.
And can you tell the court|what you saw?
The schwarz Lieutenant Scott|was kneeling over the body.
It looked to me like he was|checking that the man was dead.
I blew my whistle,|and he started to run.
And what did you do next?
I would have shot,|but it was dark.
And so was he.
Major Fussel, how well|did you know Sergeant Bedford?
A little, I think.
You traded with him regularly.
Cigarettes for a pair of boots.
Chocolate for some spare parts.
No. I never did this.
A kriegie trading|with a German soldier?
I never saw it.
Am I allowed to repeat what|he actually said to Captain?
You may, Private.
Lieutenant Scott said,|''I'll kill you.
''I'll fucking kill you,|Bedford.''
Corporal, have you ever|heard any other man...
threaten a fellow soldier|during your time in the army?
''Better shape up|or I'll kill you.''
''I'll kill you if you touch|my cigarettes again.''
-That sort of thing?|-Yes, sir.
I'll bet you've even made such|a threat yourself once or twice.
I suppose so.
Corporal, did you ever|actually kill any of the men...
you threatened in this manner?
But I'm not colored.
I can control myself.
So, you, too,|had heard the threats...
made by the accused|against Sergeant Bedford?
Your Honor, this being the|fourth prosecution witness...
called to testify|in this matter...
if the defense will stipulate|that the accused...
did indeed threaten the life|of Sergeant Bedford...
could we dispense|with any further testimony...
-to his having done so?|-Your Honor...
Sergeant Webb is being called|as an eyewitness...
to the crime itself.
Is that right, Sergeant?
-Sir, that's a lie.|-Your Honor...
the sergeant will testify that|on the night of the murder...
he watched through a window|in barracks 27...
as Lieutenant Scott|accosted Sergeant Bedford...
outside the theater|and broke his neck.
Your Honor,|he did no such thing.
I was standing|right beside Sergeant Webb...
at the exact time|of the murder.
-He saw nothing of the sort.|-The hell I didn't.
You don't know what I saw.
Sir, I request that this court|instruct this witness
as to the consequences of|perjuring himself in a court--
He put his hand on the Bible...
and swore to tell the truth,|Lieutenant.
-That's good enough for me.|-Objection, Your Honor.
We've had no prior notice|of his testimony.
-Sit down, Lieutenant.|-Your Honor, his bias alone--
Sit down, please.
I'll catch up.
I gotta go make some trades|in barracks 18.
See if you|can get me some smokes.
You're a lying sack of shit,|you know that?
Yeah, and maybe you ought|to mind your own business.
This doesn't concern you, West.
-Hey, Lieutenant.|-Or you. Any of you.
What do you know, Joe?|George S. Patton just showed up.
Return to your barracks,|Corporal.
Take your 2 friends with you.
So, what is it, Webb?
Up there today.
You think you owe it to Vic?
Why are you so bent about|that flying bellhop anyway?
He's a soldier.
Vic Bedford was a soldier.
He fought.|He had courage.
You wouldn't know too much about|that, would you, Lieutenant?
You lied in there today.
You didn't see what happened|any more than I did.
I didn't have to.|I know.
Not good enough.
It's good enough for McNamara.
Sorry about what happened|in there today, Lincoln.
I didn't see it coming.
You're saying that's|the first time...
you seen a man lie|through his teeth...
holding his hand on a bible?
I was writing a letter|to my father.
Figured I should tell him first.
He was part of|the 369th Infantry...
in the last war,|the old 15th.
They was the first negro troops|to go into action in France.
Did your father serve?
My father|was in headquarters.
He had an 8|on his shoulder, too.
His father made sure of it.
That's how we do things|in our family.
That's a shame.
Got your testimony to prepare.
How are you?
Not too well, I imagine.
Come on up.
That was quite a beating|you took today.
It's warm inside.
You've read Mark Twain?
Colonel, I have witnesses|to prepare for.
Yes. I know.
It's why I wanted to see you.
We keep a library of all|American military manuals.
I thought this one might be|of particular use to you.
I can't accept this, Colonel.
We have a policy|about fraternizing...
Lieutenant,|without this, your client...
will face the firing squad.
Would that be better?
Where's he fighting?
He is not anymore.
The Russian front.
I killed my share of English|and French, I suppose...
in the first war.
They had fathers, too.
It's verboten, you know.
These might be the only copies|of their kind...
in the entire Reich.
But I'm quite fond of them.
Nice to read by, anyway.
Takes a man right back.
Take a seat.
Thank you for your time,|Colonel.
Enjoy the manual.
Come to order, gentlemen.
Captain Sisk,|is the prosecution...
prepared to call|its next witness?
We are, Your Honor.
Begging the court's pardon, sir.
Before we continue,|Your Honor...
it's been brought to|my attention that the court...
may have overlooked a few|procedural matters yesterday.
I'm referring to the ''U.S. Army|Manual for Courts-Martial''...
chapter 12, sections 57, 58.
Make your point.
According to these sections,|Your Honor...
the court was obliged yesterday|to ask the accused...
if he wished to challenge|any members of the court...
for peremptory disqualification|before any pleas were entered.
A little late in the game|for that, isn't it, Lieutenant?
Nevertheless, it is a right...
specifically granted|to the defendant.
Does the accused|wish to challenge...
any member of the court now?
We do, Your Honor.
Request denied.|Proceed, Captain Sisk.
Sir, according to chapter 12,|section 58d...
defense is allowed|1 peremptory challenge...
of the board,|and this challenge...
is not subject to any ruling|by the court itself.
Request denied, Lieutenant.
Then the court must address|section 58e...
which states the defense|may disqualify...
a member of the board|for cause...
if that member|has displayed a bias...
toward the accused or his case.
This court has shown no bias|in this case, Lieutenant.
Your Honor,|the court has demonstrated...
in ex parte conversations|before the commencement...
of this hearing a distinct|prejudice against the accused...
his case, and his counsel, sir.
We'll take a short recess|to consider the matter.
Can I see you outside|for a moment, please?
Listen to me,|you pampered little shit.
I will not be laughed at.|Not by him.
Sir, I'm just trying|to protect my client.
Your client's about to lose|his lawyer, Lieutenant.
Article 32: contempt of court.
Article 70: intentional delay.
I know the book, too.
Forwards and backwards.
Then you must know, sir, that--
Shut up and listen to me,|Lieutenant.
You will not accept anything|from that commandant again.
Is that clear?
You will not allow him|to participate...
in these proceedings,|is that clear?
You will never set foot|in his office again...
without my permission.
We understand each other?
...and propaganda reported|by them...
and by the Germans|over Strasbourg.
One minute you can hear|Hitler himself announcing...
that he will be in Strasbourg|by January the 30th...
the anniversary of the Nazis|coming to power in Germany.
The next, the Nazis are claiming|that 2 new divisions...
are advancing on Strasbourg...
and that the Americans are|in full flight from Alsace.
The closer they get,|the more violent they become.
The Nazi menace are offering|their promises.
Come in. Have a seat.
We've checked German...
Have a drink.
Maybe you can help me|decipher some of this code...
coming through|the BBC tonight, yeah?
I don't think you need|my help, Colonel.
Seems pretty clear|what they're saying.
It would seem so.
Or perhaps|it's all propaganda.
How about that?
Strange thing about war wounds.
The older you grow, the less|proud you become of them.
Got another one of these|around here somewhere?
Good. Why don't you and I take|a walk out on your compound...
and have ourselves|an old-fashioned duel?
That would be fitting,|wouldn't it?
But surely you can think|of a more clever way...
out of this camp|than that, yes?
You think the war will wait|for you, is that it, Colonel?
It won't, you know.|They never do.
But I'm seeing things|very clearly.
You know, sometimes I think|your Lieutenant Scott...
might have been better off|in Alabama.
Lynchings are over in minutes.
The kind of justice he's|suffering here is far crueler.
Is that why you gave|Lieutenant Hart the manual?
I was merely|trying to help the lad.
He's got enough|to worry about...
without providing you|with amusement.
He's got you to worry about,|hasn't he?
Stay out of our business.
Forgive me, Colonel,|but you're hardly...
in a position|to hand out orders.
Especially to me.
Unless, of course,|you think that's just...
the sound of propaganda|falling out there.
Well, the idea was|to follow Bedford...
and catch him|on the compound.
I wanted to drag him back|under the barracks...
and put his face in the mud.
Well, by the time|I got to him...
he was already dead|behind the theater...
neck had been snapped.
That's when everything blew up.
Dogs, you know, hands up,|and that was that.
Lieutenant,|did you apply anything...
to your face or hands|before going out that night?
Shoe polish? Soot?
Defense exhibit 1, Your Honor.
Photos of the deceased taken|in the camp morgue.
The court will note|black smudges...
on Bedford's right cheek|and jaw.
Your Honor, what is|the relevance of this?
To demonstrate to the court...
that whoever killed|Vic Bedford was white.
I'd like to ask|the court's permission...
to conduct a demonstration,|Your Honor.
I'd also ask the trial judge|advocate to rise, if he would.
Based on Bedford's wounds|and the fact that...
nobody reported hearing him|cry for help that night...
we have to assume|that he was either...
friendly with his assailant...
or that whoever killed him|did so from behind...
the positioning being|something like this.
Captain, if you wouldn't mind|grabbing at me...
at my face|to get me to stop.
Now, of course, the killer|had the benefits...
of leverage and surprise,|so the neck was snapped...
and Bedford fell,|and the smudge went with him.
It was also on his fingers.|Captain?
At this time,|I would like the court...
to note the following|for the record:
whoever killed Vic Bedford...
had such a substance on his face|on the night of the murder...
which raises 2 questions.
First, what call|would Lincoln Scott have...
for darkening his face?
To look more black?
Second, if he had done so,|when did he take it off?
Your Honor, you stood|face to face with him...
immediately|after his capture.
His face was clean.
I think it's fair to conclude...
that whoever killed Vic Bedford|was not only white...
but was waiting|behind this theater...
face blackened to avoid|detection by the guards.
Nothing further, Your Honor.
Lieutenant, you say that|Sergeant Bedford sneaked out...
through a loose board|beneath the barracks' stove.
Is that right?
And you took that same route|on the night in question...
after he'd gone out.
Yes, I did, sir.
What did you find down there,|Lieutenant?
Excuse me, sir?
What was down there|on the ground?
You stated that it had been|your intention...
to put the victim's face|in the mud...
until he begged you to stop...
so there was mud down there,|isn't that right, Lieutenant?
I suppose so.
And a fair amount of soot|from the stove itself.
So it's possible|that Sergeant Bedford...
having descended through|a hole lined with soot...
and then having crawled|facedown...
beneath the barracks|wet with mud...
might have emerged with mud|and soot on his face.
Nothing further, Your Honor.
Thank you, Captain Sisk.
Will you step down, Lieutenant?
You know how hard they tried...
to wash us out of flight|school--the colored flyers?
Your testimony's been entered,|Lieutenant.
You can step down.
It was test after test.
I mean, anything they|could come up with to turn us...
into the cooks or the drivers|or the shit shovelers.
Your Honor,|this is highly unnecessary.
-The witness has already--|-But I refused to wash out.
So did Archer.|I mean, come hell or high water.
We hit the books.
We were just determined...
that we were not going to spend|the war being some niggers.
That's enough, Lieutenant.|You will take your seat.
With all due respect, sir...
I would like to exercise|my right and address this court.
Now, I've been sitting down|ever since I got here.
And you know, I should have|stood up and said something...
the moment that you threw us in|with the enlisted men...
instead of quartering us|properly as officers.
But it's OK.
You see, colored men|expect to have to jump...
through a few hoops|in this man's army.
Archer knew that.|We all did.
There's a camp right outside|of Macon, where I'm from, and...
there the army sends|the German POWs...
puts them to work|picking cotton.
But what's strange is|every once in a while...
we'd see them|walking through town...
going to movies,|eating in diners...
but if I wanted to go|to those same movies...
I had to sit way off|in the balcony.
And those diners were closed|to me even in uniform.
But German POWs were allowed|to sit there and eat.
And this must have happened...
to at least half the guys|at Tuskegee.
But the thing is...
we just kept telling ourselves|that no matter what...
as long as we did our jobs,|it'd all be worth it...
because hey, the war would end,|we could go home...
and be free to walk down|any street in America...
with our heads held high as men.
So that's what we did.
We did our jobs.
We served our country, sir,|Archer and I.
And what you|let happen to him...
what you allowed to happen|to him...
And so is this.
At ease, Lieutenant.
How are they treating you?
No worse than the men|in my barracks, sir.
I can probably find you|another blanket.
No. I'm fine.
New order, gentlemen.
Before you proceed, Your Honor,|the defense hasn't rested yet.
Still like to call|one last witness.
Defense calls|Oberst Werner Visser.
This some kind of joke,|Lieutenant?
He's material to our case, sir.
Unless, of course,|the colonel refuses to testify.
He does not.
Colonel, could you tell us...
the nature of your relationship|with Vic Bedford?
I'll be happy to.|I didn't have one.
And what about your guards,|Colonel?
Major Fussel, for instance?
Were you aware of his dealings|with Vic Bedford...
at night after lockdown?
That would be impossible|in this camp, Lieutenant.
Do you remember|the conversation we had...
in the camp morgue 4 days ago?
I asked you|if you knew Vic Bedford...
and you said, ''No, but my guards|certainly seem to.''
So, in your words...
no guard ever traded with|Vic Bedford...
and yet he was able to acquire|winter boots...
thick socks, fresh milk,|and parts for a hidden radio.
Isn't that a fact?
Lieutenant, I'm sitting here as|a gesture of military courtesy.
If it is your intention|to paint me as a liar--
It is my intention|to establish...
that Vic Bedford built up|enough of a rapport...
with your majors Wirtz|and Fussel...
to engage in the framing of|Lamar Archer...
conspiring with them|in the tent spike incident...
which resulted in|Archer's death.
Lieutenant Archer was shot|while attempting escape.
Lieutenant Archer was executed|in return for information.
Five minutes later...
Colonel Visser and Major Wirtz|enter Barracks 22...
and destroy a hidden radio...
that they had been trying|to locate for months.
Can you tell the court anything|about these items, sir?
Identification papers,|some currency.
What of them?
Perfect German-made I.D. papers|and reichsmarks.
Two thousand of them.
More than enough cash to make it|through the country.
Vic Bedford kept those|in a stash beside his bunk.
Again, can you tell the court...
the nature of your relationship|with Vic Bedford?
I did not have one, Lieutenant.
Do you have any idea...
how he may have gotten|these items, sir?
If they didn't come from you...
and if he never had any dealings|with your guards...
the fact is, Colonel...
Vic Bedford traded with you|and your men regularly.
Objection, Your Honor!
As soon as he came up dry|on you, you ordered his murder.
Isn't that right, Colonel?
I thought you tried|marvelously...
to establish that the killer had|blackened his face with soot.
Now, if any of my guards...
or even I wanted to kill|one of my prisoners--
Vic Bedford in this case--
we would hardly need to blacken|our faces to do it.
Move. In the corner, Webb.
German uniforms, explosives.
Yes, Captain, I see.
The trial's got nothing to do|with Lincoln Scott, does it?
It's the way it had to go.
We're out of time, Hart.
We lose this theater tomorrow.
Uh-huh, and I'm supposed to keep|Visser and his men distracted...
while half the camp goes out.
Is that it, Captain?
I'm asking|the wrong fucking guy.
I've just seen the tunnel,|Colonel.
In here, Lieutenant.
Everything in this place|is a lie.
First he told the Germans|about the radio.
It was only a matter of time...
before he told them about|the tunnel.
You killed Bedford.
If you fuck with this operation|in any way, I'll kill you, too.
You will sit in|that courtroom...
as Captain Sisk drags out|these proceedings.
Make whatever summation|you like, but that's it.
When that board breaks|to deliberate,
35 men go under the wire.
And Lincoln Scott will be dead.
That's war, Lieutenant.
The war's at the front, Colonel.|We're not even in it anymore.
Speak for yourself!
You know those Russians...
they march in and out of here|every day?
-You know where they go?|-Munitions plant.
The army thinks|it's a goddamn shoe factory.
I don't want to see Scott dead|any more than you do.
But if one man|has to be sacrificed...
to take out that target...
then that's the way|it has to be.
-I agree completely, sir.|-Good.
But I think that one man|should be you.
And don't worry.|I'll play my part.
But at the end of the trial...
you're going to tap|your little gavel.
You're going to stand up...
and you're going to confess to|the murder.
Your duty demands that.
Fuck you, Hart.
What the fuck would you know|about duty?
I'll see you in court, sir.
I got a better question.
What was in that goddamn soup|last night?
I got 20 men|with food poisoning.
Colonel? Whoa! Colonel!
You're in no shape|for the trial, sir.
I'm fine. Really, I'm fine.
Here we go.
We'll convene as scheduled|after the appell.
Square 'em up.
New order, gentlemen.
is the prosecution ready|to present its summation?
We are, Your Honor.
I'm sorry, gentlemen.
The court needs a 5-minute|recess before summations.
Let's get him back|to the barracks.
Get his coat.
Get some rest, sir.
All right, come on.|Get back to the barracks.
We need an extension, Colonel.|He's very ill.
The agreement was|the end of the week.
It's a matter of courtesy,|Colonel.
The agreement was today!
I need to talk to you.
Are you any good at poker,|Lincoln?
There's an escape going to take|place later on this afternoon.
Escape? How's that?
Down a tunnel through|that burned theater wing.
while the jury's|in deliberation.
So what you mean?|This whole thing's been a joke?
But Archer and Bedford|are dead for real.
Is that part|of this big joke, too?
Look, we haven't got time now.
During deliberations you're|going out under the wire...
with 35 other men.
Is McNamara, too?
Yeah, McNamara, too.
It's funny.|I was just writing my son...
and in the letter I was|trying to explain to him...
what the word honor means.
It would be a hell of a thing,|wouldn't it...
to find out that your father|helped 35 men...
escape from a place|like this, wouldn't it?
You're going out, too, Lincoln.|You got that?
I can't do that, Tommy.
Suppose the board comes back...
and there's nobody sitting in|the defendant's chair anymore.
It doesn't matter.|You'll already be out.
Then the search begins...
and all those men,|they won't have a chance.
Lincoln, if you stay,|you'll be convicted.
If I stay, those men|are gonna have a chance.
If I stay, those men|are gonna have a chance.
And you'll be executed.
Lincoln, listen to me, please.
Everything's fine, Tommy.
Everything's really OK...
just as long as he knows|what happened here.
As long as there's|somebody to tell him.
How far could I get anyway?
A colored man running through|the German countryside?
It'd be target practice.
It started with a noble idea.
Letting colored men|join the fight.
But no one in the Air Corps ever|considered what might happen...
if one of those Tuskegee men|ever got shot down.
No one ever asked|what would happen...
if a colored officer|was suddenly captured...
and sent to a stalag|like this one.
But Lincoln Scott was shot down|and he was sent to a stalag...
and once here,|he wasn't just thrown in...
amongst white enlisted men,|he was quartered with them.
Men like Staff Sergeant|Vic Bedford.
Bedford, the real Bedford,|was a man unknown to us.
Hateful, vengeful, with|a bigotry that ran bone-deep.
A man who simply couldn't|stomach the thought...
of sharing a roof|with colored officers.
So he badgered Scott,|baited him.
Even refused|to respect Scott's rank.
Then conspired to kill the only|friend Scott had in this camp.
That's why Scott|followed Bedford out...
the night in question...
crept up behind him|and snapped his neck.
Members of the board,|we take no pleasure...
in prosecuting|Lieutenant Scott...
but a capital charge requires...
that we put aside|our passions and sympathies...
wedding ourselves|solely to the truth.
It is this.
Lieutenant Scott|was positively...
and unimpeachably identified|at the scene of the crime.
He had motive,|he had opportunity...
and he had an animus|for the victim...
which was confirmed|even by his own testimony.
Lincoln Scott is an officer,|he is a soldier...
but he is also a murderer.
There's a tenet that was|drummed into all of us...
from our first day in basic.
Sometimes 1 man|must be sacrificed...
for the good|of the men around him.
Someone has to be first|to hit the beach...
or to jump on a grenade|or to draw enemy fire...
so coordinates can be drawn|for mortar teams.
Vic Bedford|learned that tenet, too...
except Vic got it backwards.
Vic thought that sometimes|a few hundred...
must be sacrificed|for the good of 1.
Him. For Vic.
The watchword was expediency.
One day he'd trade|with our captors...
to get hard-to-find parts|for a radio...
earning him the loyalty|of our commanding officer...
and his staff.
Then Vic would tell the Germans|where to find that radio...
in exchange for the murder|of Lamar Archer.
The army has its share|of cowards...
and Vic Bedford was one of them.
It also has heroes...|soldiers like Lincoln Scott.
Lincoln Scott who wanted nothing|more than to serve his country.
And serve he did.
Nine downed German fighters,|30 missions...
until one of those missions|landed him here, Stalag 6A...
where Vic Bedford and the sad|sacks Bedford called friends...
were lying in wait.
Scott was a target|from the second he got here.
He suffered insults, threats,|but he did not retaliate.
He did not kill Vic Bedford.
Someone beat him to it.
It could've been|any number of people.
The guard who thought|that Bedford had cheated him.
A fellow kriegie who discovered|Bedford's treachery.
Even one of our|ranking officers...
as punishment for|ratting out that radio.
So this, then, is our victim?
A bigot. A traitor. A rat.
Enemy of every kriegie in camp.
The question is, who hated him|enough to kill him?
Wait a minute.|What are you saying?
I killed Vic Bedford, sir.
Come on, Colonel. Here.
I want every man in the compound|present...
for the execution|of Lieutenant Hart.
Very brave.|Very brave, indeed.
Colonel, this man has rights.
This court still has to|deliberate the matter.
I am the court now!
Now. Get him up.|Get him up. Get him up.
I want every man...
who participated|in the court-martial...
removed from the line.
Line them up.
Line them up. Now.
These men knew nothing, Colonel.
Line them up!
You will be the first.
These men knew nothing.
You will be the first!
Colonel, they knew nothing!
So, your men are saboteurs|as well?
No, Colonel,|they're just soldiers.
They were following my orders.
I assume complete|responsibility.
That's very noble of you.
Seems you've won our duel|after all, Colonel.
We both lose, don't we?
And now you wish to|trade your life for theirs?
Yes, I do.
We buried the Colonel in|a marked grave behind the camp.
Three months later,|the German army surrendered.
Our stalag was liberated.
The war was over.
We returned home to America,|to our families.
Lincoln Scott got the chance...
to explain the word honor|to his son.
Honor and courage,|duty, sacrifice.
Lincoln's son came|to understand those words...
and so have I.
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