Scrabble Man:
Drop the gun, Hallenbeck. [takes Joe's gun and tosses it]
Scrabble Man:
Bit late for a stroll, don't you think?
Joe Hallenbeck:
Yeah, you girls oughta be gettin' home.
Jimmy Dix:
Yeah, streetlights are on.
Jake:
Shut up fuckface.
Joe Hallenbeck:
I'm fuckface, he's asshole. [Jimmy smiles sarcastically, in agreement]
Scrabble Man:
Jake? [Jake punches Joe in the face]
Scrabble Man:
Advise Rodney Dangerfield here of the situation. Perhaps we can dispense with the fun and games now, yes?
Joe Hallenbeck:
You want the envelope, right?
Scrabble Man:
The envelope, very smart. See Jake, here is a man who knows when a situation is untenable.
Joe Hallenbeck:
Good word.
Scrabble Man:
You like that word? And you do have that envelope, don't you?
Joe Hallenbeck:
Better give up, Jimmy. We're dealin' with a couple of geniuses here. [Jake punches Joe in the face]
Jimmy Dix:
Hey man, just leave him the fuck alone. [Jake kicks Jimmy in the groin]
Scrabble Man:
Leave him alone? Yeah, sure Jimmy. Whatever you say. Jake here takes his job with a certain exuberance.
Jimmy Dix:
Shit, we're being beat up by the inventor of scrabble.
Scrabble Man:
He's in a good mood, Jake. Kick 'em again.
Joe Hallenbeck:
All right. You want the envelope the hooker had, right?
Jimmy Dix:
She wasn't a hooker, Joe.
Joe Hallenbeck:
Shut the fuck up.
Kaffee:
Were you able to speak to your friend at the NIS?
Lt. Weinberg:
Yeah, she said that if Markinson doesn't want to be found, then we're not gonna find him. She said I could be Markinson and you wouldn't know it.
Kaffee:
Are you Markinson?
Lt. Weinberg:
No.
Kaffee:
I'm not Markinson... that's two down. What?
Lt. Weinberg:
I was wondering, now that Joanne's in on this, I was just wondering if you still needed me.
Kaffee:
They were following orders, Sam.
Lt. Weinberg:
An illegal order.
Kaffee:
You think Dawson and Downey knew it was an illegal order?
Lt. Weinberg:
It doesn't matter what they knew. Any decent human being would have refused.
Kaffee:
They're not permitted to question orders.
Lt. Weinberg:
Then what's the secret? I mean, what are the magic words? I give orders every day nobody ever follows them.
Kaffee:
Sam, we have softball games and marching bands. They work at a place where you have to wear camouflage or they might get shot! I need you. You're better at research than I am and you know how to prepare a witness.
Galloway:
[Galloway arrives] I have medical reports and Chinese food. I say we eat first. [pause, Weinberg is pondering]
Galloway:
What?
Lt. Weinberg:
You got any Kung Pao chicken?
Kaffee:
Alright, here's our defense. Intent, no one can prove there was any poison on the rag. Code reds, they're common and accepted in Guantanimo Bay. The order, A, Kendrick gave it, B they had no choice but to follow it. That's it.
Lt. Weinberg:
What about motive?
Kaffee:
We're a little weak on motive they had one.
Galloway:
Just because a person's got a motive doesn't mean that they're guilty.
Kaffee:
Relax, we'll deal with the fence line shooting when it comes up. In the meantime let's start with intent. I don't know what made Santiago die, I don't want to know. I just want to prove that it could have been something other than poison. Joe, talk to doctors find out everything there is to know about lactic acidosis. Sam, find out who else was in the emergency room that night...
[before the big Touchdown Jump, Johnny Blaze and Randall "Mack" Mackenzie stand at the top of the acceleration ramp, overlooking the 300 ft jump]
Mack:
Thank God you listened to me, took the cars out. It would've been suicide otherwise This way if you come up short, see, you'll come down on some nice, soft, green... grass? [Mack looks up at the sound of the stadium dome being opened. Six Blackhawk helicopters slowly descend towards the field]
X Games Announcer:
Ladies and Gentlemen, Johnny Blaze will not be jumping 50 cars today as scheduled; but instead, he will be leaping six UH-60 Black Hawk helicopters. Never before has any man attempted such a death-defying stunt. [Mack turns and glares at Johnny]
Johnny Blaze:
[shrugs] I took the cars out.
Mack:
[as the helicopters land on the field] Why? Why JB? Why wouldn't you tell me?
Johnny Blaze:
Well, because you would have thrown a fit.
Mack:
Call me old-fashioned, I'm funny that way. Human sacrifice makes me uncomfortable. Why, JB? Why helicopters, man?
Barton Blaze:
[a flashback to Barton discussing a new idea for a jump with young Johnny] You know what I've been thinking about? A new stunt. But instead of the cars or the ring of fire, a helicopter.
Johnny Blaze:
My dad thought it'd be cool.
Mack:
[Mack pauses, and glances down towards the helicopters again, before turning back with a sigh] He was right.
[That wall] might be breached sometime in the future, but for now the only real conversation between them was the roots that had already grown low and deep, under the wall, where they could not be broken.
The most terrible thing, though, was the fear that the wall could never be breached, that in his heart Alai was glad of the separation, and was ready to be Ender's enemy. For now that they could not be together, they must be infinitely apart, and what had been sure and unshakable was now fragile and insubstantial; from the moment we are not together, Alai is a stranger, for he has a life now that will be no part of mine, and that means that when I see him we will not know each other.
[last lines]
Herb Brooks:
[voiceover] Two days later the miracle was made complete. My boys defeated Finland to win the gold medal, coming from behind once again. As I watched them out there, celebrating on the ice, I realized that Patti had been right. It was a lot more than a hockey game, not only for those who watched it, but for those who played in it. I've often been asked in the years since Lake Placid what was the best moment for me. Well, it was here - the sight of 20 young men of such differing backgrounds now standing as one. Young men willing to sacrifice so much of themselves all for an unknown. A few years later, the U.S. began using professional athletes at the Games - Dream Teams. I always found that term ironic because now that we have Dream Teams, we seldom ever get to dream. But on one weekend, as America and the world watched, a group of remarkable young men gave the nation what it needed most - a chance, for one night, not only to dream, but a chance, once again, to believe.
