The Rack1956

Captain Edward W. Hall Jr.:
[Coming into Ed's darkened bedroom in a very agitated state] Ed! Ed!

Capt. Edward W. Hall Jr.:
[Drowsily] What time is it?

Captain Edward W. Hall Jr.:
[Angrily] Get up!

Capt. Edward W. Hall Jr.:
[Waking up] What's the matter?

Captain Edward W. Hall Jr.:
[Angrily] Get up!

Captain Edward W. Hall Jr.:
[Ed gets up] All right... I want to ask you a question. I want a simple, direct yes or no answer. Did you collaborate with the enemy?

Captain Edward W. Hall Jr.:
[Ed appears stunned by the question] Did you collaborate with the enemy?

Capt. Edward W. Hall Jr.:
[Deliberately] Yes, I did.

Captain Edward W. Hall Jr.:
[Screaming emotionally] Why didn't yuh die? Why didn'y yuh die like your brother did? It would have been much better that way!

Capt. Edward W. Hall Jr.:
[Hall, Sr. walks out and a distraught Hall Jr. limps hurriedly after him] Dad! Dad!

Capt. Edward W. Hall Jr.:
[Stopping before the bottom of the stairs] I would have liked it better too... a nice, clean, acceptable death with dignity. Does that make sense to you?

Captain Edward W. Hall Jr.:
Your excuses for treason must have been tremendous to make you crawl on your belly and break faith with your country and me!

Capt. Edward W. Hall Jr.:
[Angrily shouting] With you? What about me? You know wht I got for that crawl on my belly? You know what I got, Dad? Well, I'll tell you. I sold my soul for a blanket that smells of fish and urine and three lousy hours of uninterrupted sleep, and you know what else, Colonel? At the time I thought I was getting one hell of a bargain!