Captain Sandy Browning:
[as the lieutanant and corporal barge into his office]
Not now, Lieutenant, we're busy.
Lt. Armitage:
I wondered if we could help with...
Captain Sandy Browning:
[firmly]
We are busy, Lieutenant.
Lt. Armitage:
I do understand that, sir.
Corporal:
[abruptly]
Why aren't you out there lookin' for him?
Captain Sandy Browning:
What?
Corporal:
Why aren't you out there lookin' for him?
Captain Sandy Browning:
Who?
Corporal:
Hook. Private Hook. You probably know where they're taking...
Captain Sandy Browning:
[shouts suddenly and gets up from the desk]
Don't you fuckin' dare! I'm your fucking senior officer! Stand up straight!
[glares at the corporal and then says quietly to Armitage]
Captain Sandy Browning:
You need to learn to control your men, Lieutenant. I am not here to clean up your fucking mistakes. Your men, your fucking responsibility, not mine.
Captain Sandy Browning, Lt. Armitage:
[nervously]
I'm asking for your help.
Captain Sandy Browning:
[tosses Hook's dog tags to him]
There you go. There's my help.
Lt. Armitage:
Is he dead?
Captain Sandy Browning:
We do not know. The situation is confused, to say the least. Now if you do not mind, we have work to do. Off you go.