Judgment at Nuremberg

- 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.
It's good to have a man
of your stature here, Dan.

I was the only man in America
qualified for this job.

Senator, you know I wasn't the first choice,
nor even the tenth.

- You know it, and I know it.
- What do you mean?

Let's face it.
Hitler is gone, Goebbels is gone.

Goering is gone. Committed suicide
before they could hang him.

Now we're down to the business of judging
the doctors, businessmen and judges.

Some people think
they shouldn't be judged at all.

So it makes for a hell of a lack of candidates
for the job.

You had to beat the backwoods of Maine
to come up with a hick like me.

I hope you're not sorry you came.
No. I'm not sorry I came.
I just wanted you to know
that I know where the body is buried.

No, I think the trials should go on.
Especially the trials of the German judges.
I hope I'm up to it.

You're up to it.
Enjoy this place while you can.
You're going to be a pretty busy fellow.
Thanks for everything, Senator.
- See you tomorrow, Judge.
- Right.