Michelle Carey

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A Few Good Men

My favorite part is....



JESSEP

You want answers?



KAFFEE

I think I'm entitled to them.



JESSEP

You want answers?!



KAFFEE

I want the truth.



JESSEP

You can't handle the truth!



And nobody moves.



JESSEP

(continuing)

Son, we live in a world that has walls.

And those walls have to be guarded by men

with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You,

Lt. Weinberg? I have a greater

responsibility than you can possibly

fathom. You weep for Santiago and you

curse the marines. You have that luxury.

You have the luxury of not knowing what I

know: That Santiago's death, while tragic,

probably saved lives. And my existence,

while grotesque and incomprehensible to

you, saves lives.



(beat)

You don't want the truth. Because deep

down, in places you don't talk about at

parties, you want me on that wall. You me

there

(boasting)

We use words like honor, code,

loyalty...we use these words as the

backbone to a life spent defending

something. You use 'em as a punchline.

(beat)

I have neither the time nor the

inclination to explain myself to a man who

rises and sleeps under the blanket of the

very freedom I provide, then questions the

manner in which I provide it. I'd prefer

you just said thank you and went on your

way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a

weapon and stand a post. Either way, I

don't give a damn what you think you're

entitled to.



KAFFEE

(quietly)

Did you order the code red?



JESSEP

(beat)

I did the job you sent me to do.



KAFFEE

Did you order the code red?



JESSEP

(pause)

You're goddamn right I did.