didn't mean anything.
You know that.
Oh, I know
it didn't mean anything.
Just like
all the other times.
But it meant a lot to me.
I don't know how much longer
I can go on. I'm tired.
I'm real tired.
I gotta go see
about the girls.
She's gonna be fine.
Doctor says she can
come home in two days.
Lydia, will you take
the girls home, please?
go on.
At ease.
Mrs. Marshall,
this can't come off
for another week,
And it'll heal up
just fine.
In a few weeks, you'll
need a magnifying glass
just to see it.
I'm gonna need dark makeup
and heavy lisle stockings
for the rest of my life.
Now, now,
you just relax.
You've got a visitor
coming up.
Who?
I don't know.
Brought you some flowers.
Thanks.
Hank's in big trouble.
You should know that,
Carly.
Well, this whole thing,
it doesn't... Look good
for anyone.
It's real... Messy,
and I like to keep
a clean base.
Besides, I-
Well, I feel...
Personally responsible.
We're both responsible.
You don't know...
How much I need him.
Nobody understands that.
Well,
There is...
One way we could
get him out.
Maybe.
Daddy, I brought
some good news.
Vince Johnson
has figured out a way
to help us out of all this.
He had me
sign some papers...
To put you in the hospital
for just a couple weeks,
Just for observation,
and then the whole thing
is written off to stress.
You've had me committed?
No! No!
It's not as bad as it sounds.
It's hardly gonna affect
your record at all.
Is that
what he told you?
Yes.
That's what he told me.
He also told me...
That the only other alternative
would be a court-martial.
A court-martial is what
I wanted. It's my only chance
to tell what really happened.
A court-martial would mean
eight years in prison, he said.
It would mean
a dishonorable discharge.
No pension, no transfer,
no nothing.
Darling,
this is a setup.
We've been set up.
Major, we have orders
remanding you to base hospital.
Let me see them.
This was a verbal authorization
from colonel Johnson, sir.
All right.
Get me somebody from
adjutant general's office.
Our orders are to remove you
from base stockade
and remand you to b.G.H.
Get me somebody from
the adjutant general's office,
then I'll consider moving.
Consider this, sir.
You either stand up now,
Or we'll drag your ass out of
here so fast your butt won't
say good-bye to your shorts.
Do I make myself clear, sir?
Major Hank Marshall.
Which room is he in?
- I'm sorry, ma'am.
He's not allowed visitors.
- No. I'm his wife.
I'm mrs. Marshall.
Of course I can see him.
Mrs. Marshall, there are
procedures to be followed
in the hospital.
Well, how long do
those procedures take?
About two weeks.
Two weeks? For what?
We're doing everything
we possibly can
for major Marshall.
Right.
And I'm Jackie Kennedy,
and flying saucers
just stole my dog.
But I don't want
to see him there.
Daddy will be home soon.
It's taken me two weeks
to get permission
to visit him.
Now, he's gonna need a hug
from his little baby.
Besides, there's nothing
to be scared of.
It's a hospital,
but he's not sick
or anything like that.
Besides,
we're gonna have a-
We're gonna have
a picnic. Now-
You're not even dressed!
Go on! Get dressed!
I don't want to be late.
You want me
to fix your hair?
I can do it myself.
Okay.
Daddy likes mayonnaise.
Daddy likes
a little pepper.
Now, everyone here
is under temporary sedation,
So don't be alarmed,
mrs. Marshall.
His condition
can change instantly.
Daddy!
I ma- I ma- I ma- I ma-
I made-
Made these for us?
They al-almost...
Done.
Alex, you go after your sister.
Hi, daddy.
I brought you a picnic.
I bet you could use
some good coffee, huh?
Excuse me, ma'am.
Uh! Damn!
he's a nuclear engineer,
for Christ's sake!
They got him making wallets!
How can they do this to him?
They?
You! You did this!
Stop it!
It's your fault!
What are you doing?
Just