David Webster: Lieb, I fucking hate this. Joseph Liebgott: Oh, Jesus Christ. They fingered him! I was in the fucking room, Web! One of those Polacks what was in the slave camps said this is where the guy lives, right here. (points at house) David Webster: Which camp? Joseph Liebgott: Whatever camp! I'm under direct orders and I'm happy to follow them! (Liebgott and Sisk get out of the jeep. Liebgott cocks his pistol. Webster hesitates, then runs after them) David Webster: Is this a personal thing, Joe? Joseph Liebgott: What? David Webster: Is this personal to you? Joseph Liebgott: No, it's a goddamn order. David Webster: Does Major Winters know about this? Joseph Liebgott: (smiles coldly) Doesn't matter here. David Webster: Oh, the fuck it doesn't! What if this guy's just a soldier? What if he's an officer with no ties to the SS? What if he's innocent? Joseph Liebgott: You know what? What if he's a fucking Nazi commandant of a fucking slave camp? David Webster: Which one? Which camp? You don't have any proof! Joseph Liebgott: Were you at Landsberg? David Webster: You know I was. Joseph Liebgott: You think this guy's a soldier like you and me? A fucking innocent German officer? (contemptuously) Joseph Liebgott: Where the hell have you been the past three years?