Judgment at Nuremberg

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon, Your Honor.

You've already met your driver, Schmidt.
I am at your service any time you need me.
Day or night.

Let's show him around
the rest of the place. Dan?

We're in the reception room.
Living room.
Study is in there.
There are two bedrooms on this floor,
three upstairs.

Furniture is part antique, part US Army.
The piano's showing signs of wear and tear,
but it's a genuine Bechstein.

Quite a view, isn't it, sir?
Senator, I really don't need all this.
The United States government
always does it right.

- You know that, Dan.
- Who used to live here?

An important Nazi general and his wife, sir.
Let's see. Is there anything else
Judge Haywood ought to know?

Sir, are there any questions?
- You're West Point, aren't you, Captain?
- Yes, sir.

- What's your first name?
- Harrison. Harry.

Harry, look, I'm not West Point.
And all this formality gets me down a little,
not to say puts me ill at ease.

Do you think it would be
too much an infraction of the rules...

if you were to call me Judge,
or Dan, or something?

Okay, Judge.
We shop at the army commissary.
There isn't enough food at the local markets
for the Germans.

The driver knows where it is.
Here's a copy of the indictment of the case.
Thought you might want to look it over.

I hope you'll be comfortable here, sir.
Captain, I think the whole state of Maine
would be comfortable here.

My office is next to yours
at the Palace of Justice...

- if you need anything.
- Thank you.

Do you think
I really need the three servants?

It kind of makes me feel like a damn fool.
It helps them out, as well as you.
You see, here they eat.

I need three servants.