"The security of the nation depends on the men and women who serve in the five rings of the Pentagon." "Before any military action can be taken anywhere in the world, the mission must be planned and approved in the outer and most important ring... the E-Ring." "There you go, honey." "Hey." "Have a good day, dear." "Eat up, sweetie." "Oh, I'm sorry, my brother." "I'm sorry." "I..." "Stupid Tutsi." "Hey, brother." "No." "Please, brother, I beg you." "I will pay for the damages." "Let's go already." "We are late." "Hurry up now." "Sounds like you don't give a damn, Major." "No, sir." "I give a sizable damn." "Then where are my numbers on the intel contingency fund?" "I've been getting the bureaucratic runaround on that, sir." "Well, that happens from time to time when you're working for the Joint Chiefs of Staff." "But, you know, you adapt." "Yes, sir." "Budget review week is now." "And if I stand in front of the House Armed Services Committee and do not make a plausible case for Special Ops funding across the globe, then our gravy train gets derailed." "I'm on it, sir." "Thank you." "Where are we on Pakistan, Colonel?" "Well, you know how tricky it is putting boots on the ground of a sovereign nation, sir." "Colonel, I do not need a junior high political science lecture." "I need a proposal I can take to the SecDef." "There are some thorny legal issues, sir." "I'm going to try to push that through the General Counsel's office tonight." "Don't try, Major, do." "The fiscal health of this office depends on it." "Sir, all due respect..." "Major," "I do not listen to any sentences that begin with "all due respect."" "All I want from you are my missing budget numbers and a workable proposal on Pakistan." "Yes, sir." "Dismissed." "Stick around, Colonel." "A good operative in the field is one thing." "But if Tisnewski cannot maneuver past the political land mines here, he's not going to be effective." "He's a good team player, sir." "He just doesn't understand the sport yet." "He moves pretty damned fast if it's his pet project." "I'm giving him a crash course, sir." "Well, speed it up." "Yes, sir." "Hate to throw you from the frying pan into the fire, but..." "Do not give me anything new right now, Pierce." "I just got my ass handed to me by Algazi over his budget." "We've got SEALs getting shot at along the Pakistani border..." "And a possible genocide in Burundi." "A crate of machetes?" "The source also indicated that a Hutu put a gun to his head, made an ethnic slur." "Let me guess..." "your source is Tutsi?" "Originally from Rwanda." "He claims he lost two daughters back in 1994." "Didn't want to sit back and let the same thing happen again." "We've got two wars going on right now, Sergeant." "Past performance predicts future behavior, Major." "Rwanda began with radio propaganda and machetes, and ended a hundred days later with 800,000 Tutsis butchered." "All that from one crate of machetes, Pierce?" "Sir, to a Tutsi, a crate of machetes in the hands of a Hutu is like an SS officer pounding on the door of a synagogue." "Look, Sergeant, I'd like to help, I really would, but right now, all you have is speculation." "And if you had been in that meeting just now, you would know that our priority today is the fiscal health of this office." "Sir, would you be talking about the fiscal health of this office if these people were white?" "Oh, come on now." "All right." "See if you can bring me a little more intel and get back to me." "Yes, sir." "Thank you, sir." "Sergeant." "Your assessment of this is pretty grim." "The world's a grim place, Major." "That's why they have us." "You gotta love it, Major." "What's the occasion, sir?" "It's Army/Navy football weekend, kid." "Go Army." "As far as Algazi goes, we're all a bunch of tribes competing for the Secretary of Defense's love." "I.E. money." "And Algazi is under a lot of political pressure to get Special Ops as much love as possible." "I get it, sir." "No cash, no mission, son." "Speaking of missions, sir." "Did Sergeant Pierce say anything to you about Burundi?" "Damn it, kid, what the hell did I just get done telling you?" "The only thing you should be worrying about is making sure Algazi feels that love." "Oh, yes, sir." "Right now, he needs Sonny's signature on that Pakistan mission if it's going to get funded." "So break out that Polish charm, you know?" "Keep your eye on the ball, make it happen." "Roger that, sir." "We don't know for sure." "They were Hutus with a truck full of machetes." "Use your head." "I promise you, we'll leave here tomorrow." "I can't go through it again." "Ina, the Americans will come." "Like they did last time?" "They will come." "Sergeant, you didn't tell me it was "Burn Bag Day."" "I did tell you, sir, three times." "Well, next time, tell me when I'm listening." "Just give me one minute." "Your football tickets came." "50-yard line, Row J." "Aha." "Close enough to hear the bones break." "Um, sir, I was hoping to make it to J-2 Intelligence before I leave for the night." "You're okay here, right?" "Oh, sure, go, run." "I mean, whatever it is, I'm sure it's more important than helping your commanding officer sort through classified documents." "I have the utmost confidence in you, sir." "Great." "What?" "He's here." "Who?" "Major You-Know-Who." "Ashley, this isn't recess." "What should I tell him?" "Tell him I'm busy." "All I need is a signature on this Pakistan action." "Since Algazi likes you, I figured..." "Major, you obviously didn't notice the large stack of papers on my desk from the people that were here before you." "I did." "They just have more patience than I do." "The terrorists don't give a damn that it's budget review week, Sam." "Give the soldier your autograph." "Does anyone knock?" "I bought you a square in the Army/Navy football pool." "If Navy wins three to two, you get a free haircut downstairs with Don." "Aaron Gerrity." "James Tisnewski." "Call me JT." "Colonel McNulty's new aide." "Yes, sir." "Love that man." "You need anything, let me help you." "I'll take you up on it, sir." "Good deal." "See you tonight at 8:00." "Why does charm work for that guy and not for me?" "Who says it works for either of you?" "So I guess it wasn't my charm that worked on you four years ago down at Bragg, ma'am." "Oh, thin ice, Major." "Ashley?" "So who was that?" "Oh, God." "Deputy Assistant Secretary of Defense for International Security Affairs." "Seems like a nice guy." "Where do they come up with these titles?" "His title could be Commander in Chief down the road." "Rumor has it, he's gunning congressional seat in '08." "And what about 8:00?" "You two going to get together and talk about campaign strategy?" "My personal life is just that." "Good night, Major." "Captain Banks?" "Yes?" "You work at the Africa desk in J-2 Intelligence, don't you, ma'am?" "I do." "I am Sergeant Pierce." "J-3, Special Operations Division." "I was wondering if you've picked up any intel out of Burundi." "We received a station cable about a crate full of machetes." "I was wondering when somebody was going to ask about Burundi." "Come with me." "Take this idiot, find the crate and the Tutsi who has it, and bring them both back here." "Excuse me, I suffer from amnesia." "Do I come here often?" "That's good." "I like that one." "It used to work great on the ladies down in Kabul." "I'm sorry I'm late." "You're forgiven..." "I guess." "Well, you look like you need a drink." "Honey, I had a drink." "About a half hour ago." "Then you look like I need a drink." "Give me something imported." "Thanks." "So how was your day, dear?" "Well, let me see, I got chewed out by the assistant secretary of defense for special ops, stonewalled by the general counsel's office, accused of racism by my NCO." "Sounds like typical office politics, Pentagon-style." "Yeah, too bad I'm not a politician." "Well, you're in Washington, DC, baby." "You want to survive, you better learn." "What's wrong?" "Did a station cable from Burundi come into the CIA today?" "I don't know." "You have no idea how many station cables we see in a day." "Why?" "Sorry, Ange, I got to go back to work." "Please tell me you're kidding..." "I wish I was." "Sorry." "All right?" "Look..." "I'll make it up to you." "Okay?" "Hey... she's taken." "Midnight oil, Sergeant?" "I don't suppose you found anything new on Burundi?" "They call him Papa." "General Steven Ndeke, killed over a thousand Tutsis in Rwanda, by himself, with a machete." "He evaded capture in '94, hid out in the Congo, where he began training child soldiers for the war over there." "Nice to see him take an interest in the young people." "Those kids are now battle-hardened adults, Major." "They've taken refuge in Burundi, and they're fanatically loyal to Ndeke." "Heart-warming." "Now, why hasn't the Burundian Army just gone in and grabbed him?" "Maybe because they know he's well-armed and ruthless." "It's all very tribal, Major, going back 600 years, but in 1916, when Belgium colonized Rwanda, the Belgians felt the Tutsis, were superior, so the Belgians gave the Tutsis the best jobs," "the best education, the best everything." "So after decades of getting the shaft, the Hutu's hatred just got more and more intense." "And it showed in the way they killed." "There were no machine guns, no bombs, no gas chambers, just one-on-one, hand-to-hand, laborious, brutal killings." "One minute, they're working together, playing together, going to church together, the next..." "They're cutting them down with machetes." "You know, my, um... my parents took my brothers and me to Africa in '91." "Hmm." "They saved for that trip their entire lives." "Spent the whole summer there, six countries, including Rwanda." "It was the greatest experience of my entire life." "What about the anti-Tutsi propaganda of '94?" "Have we picked up any recent radio broadcasts?" "Still working on that, sir." "But we do know that the President of Burundi is leaving for an AIDS conference in Kenya tomorrow." "Makes for a ripe opportunity to go for the jugular." "Major, an NCO can only go so far on this." "If we're going to get some fresh intel or try to sell an op to Algazi," "I'm gonna need some Army brass on my side." "Well, bottom line it for me then, Pierce." "When do you see this happening?" "Major, within 48 hours," "General Ndeke could lock down the airports take down three major military posts, turn the army with "finish the job" diatribes, and before you can say, "Rwanda part two,"" "every Tutsi would be dead." "So, what can I do for you, Major?" "Well, I've been up all night, working on this Burundi thing." "Not working on the budget?" "Thank you, Joan." "Working both, actually." "But we've received some early warning signs that there might be another genocide in the works." "I've seen a lot of stuff come across my desk, but nothing that reeks of the "G" word," "God forbid." "Sir, I think we need to put together a recommendation for a U.S. response just in case." "After all, past performance predicts future behavior." "Oh, without a doubt." "Saving lives is our business." "How can I help?" "A Hutu rebel named Steven Ndeke has set up a compound." "Now, I would love to reposition a satellite, take a few pictures, but, apparently, there's something called the Imagery Committee that has to sign off on moving that satellite and..." "And it's a bureaucratic nightmare." "Right." "I know." "Hi, Sharon." "Is he in?" "Lucky for you, the head of the Imagery Committee owes me a favor." "Hey, Jerry." "Aaron Gerrity, how are you?" "And Jennifer?" "Great." "Listen, I need a favor." "Sergeant Pierce!" "What did you do with my tickets to the game?" "!" "I gave them to you, sir." "Okay, so what did I do with them?" "Oh, Colonel..." "Okay, all right." "Retrace your steps." "All right, I came in," "I was in a bad mood because of that ass chewing Algazi gave us." "Oh, and you forgot to tell me..." "Burn Bag Day." "Oh, good God." "Well, don't just stand there, Sergeant, go and get them!" "Colonel, every document inside that bag is incinerated the minute they're picked up." "That's why they call it a "burn" bag." "McNULTY:" "Enter!" "Colonel, got some new intel on that situation that's developing in Burundi." "Burundi?" "!" "What did I tell you about that, Major?" "The only third-world cuisine you better have on your plate is Pakistani cous-cous." "Colonel, I hand-delivered the Pakistan action to Sonny." "We should have her chop later today." "Meantime, I spoke with CENTCOM Commander Nolan." "He's all geared up to send in some SEAL reinforcements." "And I got the MC-130 numbers for Algazi." "Do you want a medal, soldier?" "No, sir, I want you to hear me out on Burundi." "Africa is a damn quagmire, JT." "Somalia was a quagmire, sir." "This is different." "All I know is we send guys there, they come home in body bags." "Sir, that's like saying you don't want to eat in Baltimore because you got food poisoning in San Diego." "Oh, Pierce, please tell me you didn't put him up to this?" "Okay, show me what you got." "McNULTY:" "How did you get these, Major?" "Some suit named Aaron Gerrity." "Terrific." "I hope they're worth selling your soul to the devil, kid, 'cause that's what you just did." "Ndeke's compound." "That's the radio tower." "The supply tents, that's the truck that that informant mentioned to our ambassador." "And here are 142 other vehicles." "Major, he could be a used car salesman for all we know." "And what do you think is in those crates, sir?" "Girl Scout cookies?" "That would be a lot of Thin Mints." "Last but not least," "General Ndeke, in the flesh." "You got to love this technology." "And right next to him, his even more fanatical chief lieutenant, Umbe Ganzais." "Now, both these men are wanted by the UN for war crimes against the people of Rwanda." "Now, these two, Ndeke and Ganzais, they were bitter rivals back in '94." "Both of them were competing for power in Rwanda." "Both have men that are very loyal to them." "Sure, join together, do the job right." "Sir, we think at a predetermined time, probably in the next few days, these men are gonna load these vehicles with machetes and men willing to use them, and surround the country." "Well, that's guerrilla warfare at its finest." "Surround them, establish choke points..." "But unlike Nazi Germany, nobody escapes." "Final Solution." "And I assume you have a plan, Major?" "...and upon successful deployment of a SOF recon and surveillance team here, we'll dispatch a Marine Expeditionary Unit with rules of engagement to shoot to kill if civilian lives are threatened." "Now, this show of force will serve as a deterrent, maybe prevent bloodshed altogether." "Major, how long will this "deterrent force"" "remain in theater?" "A week?" "Five years?" "My job is to protect the interests of the U.S., of which there are zero in Burundi." "Sir, we have an interest in preventing failed states." "Now, Africa is a prime breeding ground for the next wave of terrorists." "Imagine how it will be after a geno..." "Evidence here of a genocide is flimsy at best, Major." "You have General Ndeke, a parking lot of cars, and a radio tower." "Genocide is the deliberate and systematic execution..." "I know the definition, Ms. Liston... we're trying to prevent it, because once it starts, it'll be too late." "Major, here's my reality:" "we don't have enough troops to fight the terrorists that exist today." "Where the hell are we gonna get 2,000 troops to send to Burundi?" "From Iraq?" "Afghanistan?" "Sir, we looked the other way back in 1994 because we were too busy in the Balkans." "I mean, it can't always be about U.S. interests, can it?" "Mr. Gerrity?" "You want to weigh in on this?" "Major, no one in Burundi is going to blow up a bus in London or fly a plane into the Pentagon." "I know that that sounds cold, but... maybe when you've been in the building a little longer, you'll understand the need to establish priorities." "Mr. Gerrity?" "I'm confused." "Do you mind telling me what happened in there?" "I hope you realize that nobody likes to see innocent people killed." "I tried to help." "Until the big dogs didn't go for it, and you realized it wasn't politically expedient..." "Hey, hey, hey." "I did you a favor by moving those satellites." "Your mission didn't fly." "End of story." "Major... word of advice... if I were new in the building," "I'd watch my tone when I was talking to somebody seven pay grades above me." "Go!" "What's this?" "House brew, sir." "Hazelnut." "I thought you didn't get coffee." "I made an exception, sir." "Don't get used to it." "I appreciate you trying, Major." "It was more than anybody else did." "What is it, sir?" "Oh, nothing, it's just, you know... it's one thing for Algazi and Liston to cut me away, but..." "The colonel didn't take up for you." "Didn't say a word." "Did you talk to him about that?" "Major, you don't take up for yourself on this, the colonel will never respect you." "Well, it's not like I can walk into his office and read him the riot act, Pierce." "No, sir, I wouldn't recommend that... but firm, direct?" "You'll be speaking the colonel's language." "You two are pretty close, huh?" "Major... other than my father," "I've never met a man that I respect more than Eli McNulty." "The colonel is like a Blow Pop hard on the outside, soft on the inside." "He did five years in Vietnam that I can't even get him to talk about, and we're like family." "But, hey..." "I understand why some people are a little afraid of him." "Listen, Cully, I'm due to sign off on your, uh, regional security plan next week." "I'll chop on it today for a couple of 50-yard-liners." "I'll call you back in five, Cully." "Sir, you knew that Op didn't stand a chance, didn't you?" "Well, considering it had nothing to do with any of Algazi's budget priorities," "I suppose that I knew it was a long shot." "Well, a heads-up would've been appreciated." "Major..." "I've been trying to give you just that, but apparently, you needed to learn the hard way." "Now, I don't know what you thought you were signing up for here, son." "I thought coming to work at the Pentagon would give me a seat at the table, sir, a chance to make a difference on the little things, like a genocide in Africa." "Well, kid, you want to make foreign policy, become the first" "Polish-American president." "Appreciate the tip, sir." "Good luck finding those tickets." "Don't even think about going out that door, soldier!" "This building is not an office." "It's a battlefield where four tribes war against each other simultaneously over separate agendas." "Now you're surrounded." "Now, the question is, Major:" "What do you do?" "Do you wave a tiny white hanky and surrender?" "No." "You come up with a different battle plan and attack." "That's him." "Hey!" "Where are my machetes?" "Tutsi cockroach!" "What machetes?" "What the hell are you doing here?" "I need intel on this Burundi situation." "Are you out of your mind?" "Listen, Angie, this thing is going down." "Lower your voice." "Look, for the last hour," "I've been trying to get clearance for whatever you spooks have collected on Burundi, and some desk jockey keeps telling me to come back tomorrow because the Pentagon Special Security officer hasn't sent over the proper paperwork." "Now, I need your help, Angie." "I'd like to, JT, but this is the CIA." "You get your hands on unauthorized intel, and the spooks in this building are going to know pretty damn quick where it came from." "I'm not your source on any of this." "You have any questions, this is the number for the CIA liaison to the Pentagon." "Don't ever come to me here again, you understand?" "Understood." "Captain Shea." "That is for tasking that sub to China without asking you." "And these are for not apologizing until now, sir." "You should've saved your money, Eli." "I don't have any more tickets to the game." "Oh, actually, I'm not here about the tickets." "You want me to put a bet down?" "No." "I've already got you down for a "C" note." "You want to make it $200?" "I'm here about a mission, Jack." "Hey." "Hey." "You like pastrami, right?" "It's my favorite." "Thanks." "You got to be smarter, J." "These people see and hear everything." "I know." "We've been monitoring Radio Burundi broadcasts for the last three hours." "You're right; this thing is going down." "What Ndeke is saying is terrifying... and yet nobody cares." "You better get going." "Thanks for the sandwich." "He's here again." "Great." "Send him in." "Major, do you check your messages?" "I finished your Pakistan proposal." "You know, I've been thinking... it must be hard for you to stand in front of Algazi and talk about the legal definition of "genocide"" "when thousands of lives are at stake." "I get paid to separate my personal opinions from my professional ones." "Well, can I get your professional opinion on this?" "The good Hutu farmers will cut down the rest of the blighted crops, and you will know the time has come when the farmer tells you that the moon is full and the harvest is ready." "Now, this just started a few hours ago." "It's code..." "Ndeke telling his followers when the killing is going to start." "Now, we don't have much time." "Where did you get the recording?" "Okay, what do you want from me?" "What if I sold something smaller to Algazi?" "What, a Black Op?" "Air strikes on that encampment." "What am I looking at from a legal standpoint?" "What's your probable cause?" "We know that a man wanted for international war crimes is there." "It's a Band-Aid solution, Major." "Better than an open wound." "And Ndeke?" "What if you miss him?" "Not a problem." "We simply create conditions for his demise." "I got to hand it to you, kid." "It's a great plan." "You think we can sell it to Algazi?" "Well, we got to sell it to a couple other people first, and I've got your first customer." "Captain Shea, I believe you know Major Tisnewski." "Sir." "He's got an Op he'd like to run by you." "Ah, just so happens I've recently come in possession of a box of Cubans." "Huh." "Why don't we go outside and discuss it over a smoke?" "Oh, yeah." "And how do you plan on taking out 250,000 machetes?" "We thermite the compound and melt them." "Not with the intel you have." "Sir, with sat photos like these, we should have no trouble pinpointing the target." "What about eyes and ears inside?" "How are these machetes stored?" "Are they stacked or spread out?" "Loose?" "In boxes?" "And without boots on the ground, how do you deliver the thermite?" "Colonel, it's all about air power." "We give the coordinates to your boys, and they bug splat the place." "Will that destroy all the weapons?" "That's why it's called "bug splat," Frank." "Yeah." "Okay, so you get rid of all these machetes." "Your general can just get more where those came from." "Shouldn't be a problem, sir." "You're pretty damn sure of yourself for less than a month in the building." "The major's got a great plan, Frank." "How about you let him finish before you make up your mind?" "Son, when you make the Air Force think that they're actually an important branch of the service, you're doing something right." "Just a little tribal diplomacy, Colonel." "If I didn't know better," "I'd think you were learning the politics of the building." "Well, don't hold it against me, sir." "Major!" "Uh-oh." "Well, home and in bed by, uh, 11:00, dear." "Yes, sir." "Uh, I'll get Algazi on the horn." "Samantha." "Colonel." "I need to speak with you, Major." "Gerrity has gotten wind of your Black Op." "He's going to kill it." "It's budget review week." "Everyone's protecting turf." "If the Special Ops guys look like heroes for pulling this off, Operations gets more of the pie, which means less for Policy." "We're all a bunch of tribes, competing for the SecDef's love." "Excuse me?" "No, it's just that if Aaron's boss doesn't get the money he needs from Congress to make policy, Aaron doesn't get promoted." "And if he doesn't get promoted, that congressional seat gets a little further out of reach." "He has issues with Africa in particular." "He tell you that?" "Sent me a memo, handwritten, off the record." "Keep going." "Let's just say it was one of Aaron's infamous diatribes... not pretty." "Sounds like a bad habit for a man with political aspirations." "Yeah, you'd think so, wouldn't you?" "You care to elaborate further?" "Major, there are some things you have to figure out on your own." "Colonel, look what Captain Shea just sent you." "Ah." "It's 35-yard line." "Beggars can't be choosers, sir." "What are you doing?" "Fire prevention." "Enter." "Colonel, we've got a problem." "What now?" "The devil is trying to kill our Op." "Ah." "So, what do we do?" "Do we throw up our arms and go cry in our beer?" "No, sir." "We get dirty." "That's my boy." "If you're picking out my Christmas present, I need socks and underwear real bad." "Oh, you just ruined your surprise." "Miss Liston in?" "Oh." "She was expecting this yesterday." "You mind if I just put it on her desk?" "Oh." "She doesn't like people in her office when she's not around." "But something tells me she'll make an exception for you, sir." "Whoa." "Emergency page." "I need a secure line." "You think I could use the one in her office?" "Knock yourself out, Major." "Tisnewski here." "You paged me?" "Major, I'm supposed to keep you out of jail, remember?" "I appreciate that, but" "I haven't been able to locate the intel yet." "Check the Burn Bag." "Got it." "Thanks, Ashley." "Oh, stop by any time, Major." "Could you do me a favor?" "Please thank Miss Liston for letting me use her office." "Major." "Whatever it is, I'm afraid" "I don't have time for it right now." "Let me guess." "You're waiting for the Chairman of the House" "Intelligence Committee." "Something tells me he's not gonna make it." "Okay." "We're gonna play it that way." "What's on your mind?" "I've been catching up on my reading." "You know, how the building works, how it's a battlefield." "I thought this was very interesting." "You mind if I read it?" "Do you know who you're screwing with, Major?" ""Sonny, hope you're going" ""to help me bury this Burundi boondoggle." ""Waste of resources." ""No matter what we do," ""those people are going to go on killing each other." "It's in their nature."" "Samantha give you that?" "She's not stupid." "Then, how'd you get it?" "You know, you are in a very prestigious position within our government, Aaron." "What the hell provoked you to put something like this down on paper?" "If you're implying that that note is going to put my job in jeopardy, you have a little more reading up to do." "Handwritten memos are not subject to the Freedom of Information Act, and no one is going to fire me for expressing an opinion." "I'm not worried about your current job." "It's that congressional run I'd be concerned about." "See, I've been doing some checking up." "Huge African-American voting block in your district." "I wonder how those people would feel about this." "Are you threatening me?" "Oh, it's all just fun and games, Aaron, till somebody loses an eyeball." "Try to remember that." "How long do you think you're going to last when Sam finds out you've been digging through her trash?" "Oh, I'm betting she won't find out." "I'm betting you'd rather sign off on this Burundi Op than risk your political career." "But that's just me." "The time for the harvest has come." "The instruments of the harvest are ready." "The time has come to finish the job and bring pride back to the Hutu people." "Thank you, sir." "Patch me through to the Commando Solo." "Watson, this is Bell." "Request situation report." "Over." "Bell, we have a signal lock and are ready to initiate." "Over." "You have authorization." "Execute, execute!" "Along with the machetes comes so much profit." "So, when the instruments come your way, get intoxicated over finishing the job." "Bell, this is Watson." "The signal is co-opted." "Roger that." "Now, time to set the conditions for the general's demise." "Synching line feed on three, two, one." "Hello, citizens of Burundi." "We interrupt this broadcast for an important announcement." "It is with tremendous pride that your government commends General Steven Ndeke for his great patriotism." "In an effort to save our nation from a horrible tragedy," "General Ndeke has turned over to the government a list of names of those who have been planning to wage a genocide against Tutsi citizens." "The conspirators are led by the general's chief lieutenant," "Umbe Ganzais." "Let's melt some machetes." "Thank you, sir." "Good job, boys." "You know, Colonel, you could still make the second half of that game if you wanted to." "Me?" "Oh, hell, I don't go to the game," "Major." "I hate crowds." "I don't even like people." "I don't get it." "The Colonel gives ten percent of his income every year to the Vietnam Vet Foundation." "Along with a pair of 50-yard line tickets to the game." "Don't ask why." "Hmm." "This is me, knocking." "Oh, progress." "How did everything go?" "Big success." "Congrats." "So, how did you get Gerrity to sign off?" "Well, let's just say" "I'm learning how to play this game." "Good." "So, do you want to go grab a drink and go over the Pakistan proposal?" "Ooh." "How about a rain check?" "There's, uh..." "There's some place I have to be." "Oh." "Do you have a date, Major?" "I thought our personal lives were off-limits," "Sonny." "Go Navy." "That's just wrong." "No!" "Who the hell runs on fourth and seven?" "Army, that's who." "Oh." "Hey, come on in." "Pull up a chair." "Brought a sixer." "Ooh, root beer." "Hey." "Sergeant Pierce." "Congratulations." "You did it." "Thank you, sir." "Have a seat." "Oh, thank you." "Yeah, yeah!" "Go, Army." "Get in there and go Army!" "Go, Army!" "Go, go!" "Yeah!" "Go, Army, go!" "Go, Army!"