Kaffee Walks In Confident… Then Jessup Shuts Him Down ｜ A Few Good Men)

Colonel, I do have to ask you a couple of questions about September 6th. Shoot. On the morning of the 6th, you were contacted by an NIS agent who said that Santiago had tipped him off to an illegal fence-line shooting. Yes. Santiago was going to reveal the person's name in exchange for a transfer. Yes. If you feel there are any details that I'm missing, you should feel free to speak up. Thank you. Now, at this point, you call Lieutenant Colonel Markinson and Lieutenant Kendrick into your office. Is that right? Yes. What happened then? We agreed that for his own safety, Santiago should be transferred off the base. Santiago was set to be transferred. On the first available flight to the States. 0600 the next morning. Five hours too late, as it turned out. Well, all right. That's all I have. Thanks very much for your time. The corporal's waiting outside with a jeep for you. He'll take you back to the flatland. Thank you, sir. Wait a minute. I've got some questions. No, you don't. Yes, I do. No, you don't. Colonel, on the morning that Santiago died, did you meet with Dr. Stone between 3 and 5? Joe, of course I met with the doctor, but my man was dead. See? The man was dead. Let's go. I was just wondering if you've ever heard the term Code Red. I've heard the term, yes. This past February, Colonel, you received a cautionary memo from the commander-in-chief of the Atlantic Fleet, warning that the practice of enlisted men disciplining their own wasn't to be condoned by officers. Well, I submit to you that whoever wrote that memo has never faced the working hand of a Soviet-made Cuban AK-47 assault rifle. However, the directive having come from the commander, I gave it its due attention. What is your point, Joe? She has no point. She often has no point, sir. It's part of her charm. We're out of here. Thank you. My point is that I think Code Reds still go on down here. Do Code Reds still happen on this base, Colonel? Joe, the colonel doesn't mean to answer that. Yes, he does. No, he really doesn't. Yeah, he really does. Colonel. You know, it just hit me. She outranks you, Danny. I want to tell you something, and listen up, because I really mean this. You're the luckiest man in the world. There is nothing on this earth sexier, believe me, gentlemen, than a woman that you have to salute in the morning. Promote them all, I say, because this is true. If you haven't gotten a blowjob from a superior officer, well, you're just letting the best in life pass you by. Colonel, the practice of Code Reds is still condoned by officers on this base, isn't it? As I'm a colonel, sir, I'll just have to go on taking cold showers until they elect some gal president. I need an answer to my question, sir. Take caution in your tone, Commander. I'm a fair guy because ******* heat is making me absolutely crazy. You want to ask me about Code Reds on the record, I tell you I discourage the practice. In accordance with the commander's directive off the record, I tell you it is an invaluable part of close infantry training. And if it happens to go on without my knowledge, so be it. I run my unit how I run my unit. You want to investigate me, roll the dice and take your chances. I eat breakfast 300 yards from 4,000 Cubans who are trained to kill me. So don't think for one second that you can come down here, flash a badge and make me nervous. Colonel, I just need a copy of Santiago's transfer order. What's that? Santiago's transfer order, you guys have paperwork on that kind of thing. I just need it for the file. For the file? Yeah. I'll give you the transfer order for the file. I'm here to help in any way I can. Thank you. You believe that, don't you, Denny, that I'm here to help you in any way I can? Of course. The corporal will take you by personnel on your way out to the flight line and you can have all the transfer orders that you want. But you have to ask me nicely. I beg your pardon? You have to ask me nicely. You see, Denny, I can deal with the bullets and the bombs and the blood. I don't want money and I don't want medals. What I do want is for you to stand there in that faggoty white uniform and with your Harvard mouth extend me some ******* courtesy. You've got to ask me nicely. Colonel Jessup, if it's not too much trouble, I'd like a copy of the transfer order. Sir. No problem.