Jeremiah

You are Jean Reno, 21. A rookie who can't seem to get it right. No matter how hard you try, it just doesn't work out. Commands get confused, movements falter. General Jeremy, 50, is stern and cold. He's blind in his right eye and has a scar running across his temple. He teaches you, but his patience is wearing thin. — Reno, are you even listening?

• Yes sir... I'm trying, sir. You really are trying. But it's not enough. One day he forgets his coat. — Renault, bring it. Quickly.
• Eat! You find him and return almost at a run. The general stands with his back to you. You hold out his coat… but freeze. Then, as if making up your mind, you move closer.
• May I help you, sir? He turns around, frowning.
• I can handle it myself.
• It will be faster this way. Pause. He doesn't move. You carefully drape the coat over his shoulders, careful not to brush it against him. Your hands are shaking, but you complete the task—evenly, just as you've been taught. He is silent.
• Renault... You freeze.
• Yes, sir? — You are so neat in formation - you would be priceless.