Cherry (2021) - full transcript

An Army medic suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder becomes a serial bank robber after an addiction to drugs puts him in debt.

Hey.

You want me to sit here?

Can I smoke?

Hang on.

Where do you want me to start?

I'm 23 years old,

and I still don't understand what it is
that people do.

It's as if all of this were built
on nothing and...

nothing were holding all this together.

I grew up around here.

Apartments are nice.
Some of them have balconies.



And the trees are nice.

I don't understand them either,
but I like 'em.

I think I'd like 'em all.

It'd have to be a pretty fucked-up tree
for me not to like it.

Sometimes I wonder
if life was wasted on me.

It's not that I'm dumb
to the beauty of things.

I take all the beautiful things to heart,

and then they fuck my heart
till I about die from it.

It's just something in me
has always drawn me away...

until there's nothing holding me together.

You know where you're going, right?

Make the first left three times.
You can't go wrong.

I'll meet you in the parking lot.
Two or three minutes, give or take.

I'm in a baseball hat.



Red scarf,
white button-down shirt, blue hoodie.

Some jeans, old sneakers.
Nothing out of the ordinary.

The scarf is to cover
the lower half of my face.

Although it's a little late
for it to do any good.

I've been at this a while now.

And it's no secret
what my face looks like.

All right, no alarms! I'm a wanted man!
They'll kill me!

My God. What is happening?

I got a lot of sadness in the face
to make up for,

so I gotta act like I'm crazy,
or people will think I'm a pussy.

Hey!

Get on the ground!
Get on the fucking ground now!

The one thing about robbing banks
is you're mostly robbing women,

so the last thing you wanna be is rude.

Ma'am, it's nothing personal.

-That's okay.
-What's your name?

-Vanessa.
-Hey, Vanessa. It's nice to meet you.

What's your name?

You're funny, Vanessa.
Now, open your fucking drawer.

As I stood there holding a gun,
taking her in...

something overtook me.

Like a kind of sadness.

It's... as if I'd always known that this
was how things were supposed to end.

But I wasn't made to realize it
until that exact...

moment.

The first time I saw Emily, I was
attending one of the local universities.

The one with the Jesuits.
It was a decent school.

And I don't wanna tell lies,

but I thought, "Man, I'd really
like to fuck this girl."

Called your name, like, ten times.

Sorry. My music was loud.

-Hey.
-I like your sweater.

Thank you. I got it on Coventry.

It's an old, sad bastard sweater.

You're in my English class.

I know. Class sucks though, right?

Yeah. But you always go.

Yes, I do.

I guess I'll see you around.

Hey, where are you from?

Elba, New York.

What's that like?

Same kinda lake. Same kinda town.
Just... little bit shittier.

I've had a girlfriend since high school.

Really? That's sweet.

Yeah, she goes to school in New Jersey.

She got a name?

Yeah. Madison Kowalski.

She's really pretty.

Yeah. Super pretty.

I really liked Emily,

but I'd already promised Madison
I'd catch the Greyhound bus

and go and visit her at school
that weekend.

She was staying in a dorm room,
and her bed was too small for two people,

but...

at least her roommate
had gone home, because...

Her grandmother died.

That's too bad.

Whatever. She was old.

Well...

tell Madison I said hello.

Madison thought I was a bitch.

Let's go.

The parties she took me to
were mostly shit.

The kids drank beer in a basement
done out in cinder block.

Some kind of beer pong, sex dungeon,
red-light district bullshit.

Everything was dismal as murder.

All these random dudes knew Madison.

She'd only been at the school
a month, but they all knew her somehow.

She liked every eye in the room on her,
which is fine. Whatever.

It just got a little awkward when you were
the one who was there at the party

with the girl who is on top of the table,
fucking a ghost.

I had a job, and I'd go to work when
I could have been doing better things,

such as anything. But...

I had to work.

Old Man Fatook had half a dozen daughters
and granddaughters,

and they all worked at his restaurant.

I don't know if he had any grandsons,
but if he did, none of them worked there.

All of the granddaughters drove Escalades
or Denalis or whatever.

Some of the waiters dated 'em.

And she likes to take it up the ass.

Shove her face down in the pillow.
Spit on her.

I think she's really fucking crazy.

I wonder who taught her all that shit.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Come on. Let me see you do it.

Oh, no. Fuck, shit. Shit! Fuck!

Are you a man or what?

Throw it high. High!

So they can hear it in the dining room,
cocksucker.

-Fuck this guy.
-Yeah, I know. Fuck him. Fuck him.

I only lasted two weeks.

After work
I went by James Lightfoot's house.

He was my best friend since grade school.

His dad had died when he was young and...

and so did his mother. And then...

And then his brother came back
all fucked from the war,

so James is mostly alone.

Hey, man.

Except for me.

-You okay?
-Yeah.

I needed a ride to the bank,
so James offered to take me.

The sun was shining on us that day.

And Roy also came.

He painted houses, but he wasn't working.

What's up?

And James Lightfoot was yelling at Roy
about his cousin Joe,

-because Joe kept saying...
-I'm going, so just drop it.

Roy. Roy. Did you tell him?
You gotta tell your cousin

-he can't join the marines.
-Why do I gotta tell him?

-He's joining the marines.
-Don't join the marines, man.

Give me one good reason why, okay?

I don't wanna do this
for the rest of my life.

Why do you wanna join?

I don't wanna do this
for the rest of my life.

Why are you content
just fucking driving around, man?

I don't understand
why you're okay with it.

He wants to do a thing.
Just let him do a thing. Fuck.

It's an obligation of you
and your love for your cousin,

who we all love so much.

Now you're telling me, "I wanna
send him off to his fucking death"?

What are you doing?

-What are you thinking?
-I've signed up, man. It's over.

I could only understand half
of what James was saying.

I couldn't help noticing
that he looked helpless,

waving his arms around,

and that probably no one would ever
listen to him for as long as he lived.

This is not a shitty car.

It is, man. This is the shittiest car.

I just need a cup of water
to cool the engine off.

Get me a cup of water.

I had a problem with the bank.

They'd made a mistake,
and I was there to sort it out.

So you guys sent me this overdraft,
but it's not right.

I paid this off already.

Here.

This is a new overdraft notice.

But that's not possible. I haven't made
a withdrawal since the last deposit.

That deposit brought your balance up
to $10 credit.

But there was an additional
overdraft charge against your account

that put you back in the negative.

But how could you charge me
another overdraft charge

after I'd paid it off already?

-The deposit didn't clear in time.
-No, but I paid it here in cash.

-It didn't clear, sir.
-It was fucking cash. Right here.

It didn't clear.

Next.

Sorry about your car, man.

It was a piece of shit.

Did you get your money back?

No.

As we walked back to James's house,
Roy passed around his Trainwreck.

And after a few hits,
we felt like we were winning again.

The next day was a healthy fall day,
where you could smell the wet leaves.

So I went to Shaker Square
to see some kids that I knew.

They wanted some of my Xanax,
which I was taking because...

I'd had some panic attacks.

-Here you go, boys.
-Eat up.

-What you doing later?
-We're going to a party

-at this girl Maggie's house.
-Cool. Can I come?

Yeah, sure. Do you want some...

And in return,
they offered me some ecstasy.

Fuck yeah, I want some ecstasy.

Is that you?

-Hey.
-Hey.

-What are you--
-You know Maggie?

-What?
-You know Maggie?

Yeah, sort of.

Small world.

Holy shit.

-What?
-Your pupils are huge.

Yeah, I just did some ecstasy.

How is it?

It's actually really good.

I would give you some, but I...

I don't have any more.

That's okay. I turned some down earlier.

This weird guy offered me some.
He said that I should pop it in my butt.

What the fuck?

-Really?
-Yeah.

-Who the fuck is this guy?
-I don't know.

I don't know. He's definitely gone.

It's kinda disrespectful.

Yeah, well,
that's just how some boys talk.

Hey, I'm really happy you're here.

And why is that?

Because I like you. A lot.

-Shut up.
-I really do.

And--

And your jacket's really cool.

And-- What?

-I was just thinking.
-What are you thinking?

Just thinking that you're shady.

Wanna go for a walk?

Your lips taste amazing.

What happened to Madison Kowalski?

That girl's cold-blooded.

I think I adore you.

Do whatever you want, man.

Sometimes I feel like I've already seen
everything that's gonna happen...

and it's a nightmare.

What?

Nothing. I just--

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

You don't ever have to be sorry
for the way that you feel.

Why are you being so sweet to me?

I have a thing for weak guys.

That's how you find
the one to break your heart.

Can you look back to when
you met the one you love the most

and remember exactly how it was?

Not as in where you were
or what she was wearing,

but rather in what you saw in her
that made you say,

"Yes, this is what I came here for."

He was on the phone with her,
and I was eavesdropping.

And why were you eavesdropping?

-You're a jerk.
-Sorry. I mean,

that must've been awful for you.

I confronted him about it
the next day, and he tried to buy me off.

Said he'd send me to volleyball camp
if I didn't tell my mom.

Damn.

-I really wanted to go to volleyball camp.
-Yeah? So what'd you do?

I went to volleyball camp.

And then I told my mom.

Your dad sounds like a dick.

Sometimes I feel like love
doesn't actually exist.

It's just pheromones
playing tricks on people.

I love you.

Thank you.

I'm leaving for good
at the end of the semester.

-I really wanna go to school in Canada.
-What?

Since when?

Since now.

There's this
really great school in Montreal.

In Montreal?

Yeah. It's the Paris of Canada.

Yeah, I know what it fucking is.
Please tell me that you're kidding.

-This isn't funny.
-Why would I be kidding you?

So, what? That's it? We're just
supposed to break up. Just like that?

We can't exactly be together when
we live in two different countries, so...

Emily, what the fuck?

Can you please just be mature about this?

Emily, please.

Can we not just talk about this, please?
Emily!

Fuck!

So, what makes a joker like you
wanna join the United States Army for?

This guy had a face like death,

and every other word
out of his mouth was "joker."

-Why aren't you going? Fuck!
-Goddamn joker.

I've just been seeing on the news

that there are kids dying over there.

You know?

Guys from Cleveland who are my age
just trying to do something good,

and here I am, feeling sorry for myself
because my girlfriend broke up with me.

Damn.

She broke your heart.

You're searching
for that gold in the gutter.

A sense of purpose, right?

Yeah. Sense of purpose.

Hot damn! Tell you about purpose.

I like him.

I was too easy.

He knew he had me,
and so by the next day, I was sworn in.

Against all enemies.

-Foreign and domestic.
-Foreign and domestic.

How can you let him go to war?
It's fucking war--

-What do you want me to do?
-Talk him out of it.

I've already talked to him.
I talk to the motherfucker every day.

You talk to him every day.

But you haven't tried to talk him out
of it. He'll listen to you.

James, you fucking slug, dude.
I can fucking hear you.

-I've met your brother, bro. Yes.
-I'm going to fucking Iraq.

-Have you met my brother, dude?
-Not everybody ends up like your brother.

...have a conversation with him
for two seconds? He's fucked in the head.

Can you please fucking move--

Can you move?

No, because I'm trying
to fucking help you!

We've had this conversation!
I'm going next week!

-I don't know what to tell you!
-What the fuck?

-You can't even understand--
-James! James! James! Look!

-What?
-He just doesn't wanna do this

for the rest of his life, all right?

Since when do you give a shit, man?

You haven't said shit,
and now you're on his side?

Can someone please get
the fucking phone, dude?

It's been ringing for, like, 20 minutes.

-Listen--
-...fuck out of the way, bro.

-Hello?
-Hey. It's me.

-You there?
-Yeah, I'm here.

Hey, shut the fuck up, James.

Hey, sorry. How you doing?

I'm leaving soon.

For Montreal.

Can we say goodbye?

I have work today.

-No worries.
-No, no. I wanna say goodbye.

Just come by work.

After Fatook's, Roy had got me
a job at another restaurant.

The owner was throwing a party that day,
and I got to serve drinks.

I told Roy and Joe to come by
so they could drink for free.

And I, of course, asked Emily to stop in.

But she was late.

-You good?
-Yeah, bro, you look good.

-What's up, man? Yo, she here yet?
-Not yet. No.

Relax. Yo, line up the shots. Honestly.

I go to Parris Island on Sunday.

-Parris Island is the marines, right?
-Yeah.

It's a good way to go to heaven.

Have you seen Emily yet?

Hey, breathe, okay?

Relax. I don't know
what you're freaking out about.

What the fuck, man? Who is this guy?

I do not have a problem with it
in general...

-Yeah.
-...but if it makes you better, then--

-Hey.
-Hey.

This is Benji. He's from Ghana.
He's going to Case.

Benji, hey.

I gave Benji a real man handshake,
like I was a real man,

so he was forced to keep his hand off her.

You know, I know a better restaurant
we could go to called Mi Aldea.

The food is so good there.
I think maybe we should go.

-Can I talk to you for a second?
-No, you can't.

-Why not?
-Because you're being a--

-Sorry, are you all right?
-Benji, just give me a minute, dude.

Look, nobody thinks the food
at Mi Aldea's is any good.

He knows they don't card there,
and he's trying to get you drunk.

I came to say goodbye.
What's your fucking problem?

Want me to punch this guy in the dick?

No, Joe.

You came here to say goodbye to me
with him.

I'm not with him.

-Do you really think that's fucking fair?
-Yeah, I do.

-Please let me punch him in the dick.
-Joe, please go and sit the fuck down.

I gotta work. You should go.

I'd like you to leave.

Fine.

How you doing?

Jesus Christ, dude.

-Come on, you gotta cheer up, man.
-Right.

The fuck? You could bang ten girls
in here tonight. Throw a fucking rock.

-Okay?
-Yes, sir.

Listen, I need you to do me a favor.
I'm tired. I'm going home.

I need you to look after a buddy of mine.
His name is Tommy.

That guy over there. Nice guy.
Great guy. Just got out of prison.

Tommy was drunk as fuck.

And I was supposed to make sure
he didn't throw up in the place.

He kept saying everybody was full of shit,
and they were all a...

Bunch of fakes over here.
All these Cosa Nostra motherfuckers.

They like to talk a big game,

but they ain't got the balls
to put a gun to the guy's head.

Put a gun to the guy's head
and blow his brains out.

And that's what he kept saying.

They didn't have the balls to put a gun
to a guy's head...

...and blow his brains out.

And then he got to asking me what I did.

So, what do you do, kid?

I actually just joined the army.

You joined the army?

Those people don't give a shit about you.

What are you thinking?

I just...

I didn't have any better ideas.

But...

do you have the balls to put a gun
to a guy's head and blow his brains out?

You'll be all right.

All right, I gotta go, Tommy.

-Why? Where you going?
-Gotta go to bed. It's late.

What, you need a ride?
I'll give youse a ride.

-You're good to drive?
-Fucking A, bubba.

And Tommy ran over the curb
for good measure.

Thanks.

-Hey, you drive home safe, okay?
-I will.

I never saw him again.

Is it okay that I'm here?

Yeah, I...

I was gonna bring you these later anyway.

Supposed to be a goodbye cake,

but they only had muffins ready.

And there were supposed to be 12,
but I gave one to this guy Tommy,

because he really needed to eat something.

What's wrong?

Hey.

I'd never seen Emily cry before.

Hey.

I'm sorry about earlier, okay?

I told her how I knew she didn't mean
anything by bringing Benji around,

and that she was just a sweetheart

who believed in diversity
and developing countries.

Stop. Stop.

It's all my fault. I'm so sorry.

No, no. You never have
to be sorry, baby, okay?

You don't ever have to be sorry.
It's okay.

It's okay, okay? Hey.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

-Hey, you want a muffin?
-Yeah.

Yeah.

Sure?

Muffin?

It was a while before she stopped crying.

And then we laughed.

And then we fucked around...

and it was perfect.

I'm not gonna go to Montreal.

I joined the army.

What?

Why would you do that?

'Cause I was sad, baby.

So you joined the army?

Yep.

Maybe this will be good.

I can go away,
and you can go to school in Montreal.

-I don't wanna go to school in Montreal.
-I thought you loved Montreal.

No. The only reason why I was going
to Montreal was to get away from you.

'Cause I love you.

Look.

I know school is important to you.

And you wanna finish, right?

Yeah.

Okay, so...

while you do this...

I'm gonna do that.

It's just a couple years.

Just a couple years
in a lifetime together.

And I mean that. I really mean that.

Like... you're it for me.

I feel the same way.

Maybe we should get married.

So we went down to the courthouse...

and we got married.

And then we went to celebrate.

It's as if we were the two
most beautiful things in the world...

and no one had it on us.

But the days ran out.

And I had to go to basic training.

First we got the haircut.

Welcome to the army.

For the next ten weeks, the next thing
that comes out of your mouth

is "Yes, Drill Sergeant,"
and "No, Drill Sergeant."

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, Drill Sergeant!

That goes for you
that's getting your hair cut too.

You're not special. You're not special.
Do I make myself clear?

Yes, Drill Sergeant!

It needs to be louder than that.

First name Drill, last name Sergeant.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, Drill Sergeant!

What are you doing?
You think you're still pretty?

-No, Drill Sergeant!
-You think you're still pretty?

No, Drill Sergeant!

Then get the fuck up
and get out of my chair!

Go away. Go away. Bye-bye.

Next, we got about
a hundred fucking shots.

-Next.
-And I found out that I was actually...

Color blind.

That explains a lot.

Can I still be a medic?

You know what color blood is, right?

Next.

We are your mommy, and we are your daddy.

At no point do you get to do
what you want, when you want.

There was a lot of standing in line,

and our legs ached
because we weren't used to it.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, Drill Sergeant!

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, Drill Sergeant!

-What the fuck is this?
-What are you doing with your arms?

Put your fucking arms down!
You are a part of the United States--

Your laces
are gonna be inside of your shoes,

and your shoes are gonna be touching.
Execute.

Come on. Get 'em off. Now!

-Five, four...
-What the fuck is the matter with you?

-...three, two...
-Faster, faster, faster!

-You've done this a hundred times!
-...one.

Execute.

Move, goddamn it! Move!

-Ten, nine...
-Get your fucking attitude right.

...eight, seven...

They had us strip down to our underwear
and duckwalk the circuit of a big room.

The room smelled of balls, unwashed.
And feet, ditto.

All good.

Next.

And there was a man whose job it was
to check everybody's asshole.

Drop your pants.

I really like this jacket, man.

I'm gonna take my girl
out to dinner in this when I get home.

Oh, yeah?

Imagine all the patches
and medals on it and shit.

You think you're gonna get a medal, huh?

That's Jimenez.

I know I am.

We had become friends on account of
the fact that we both wanted to be medics.

He'd joined the army
'cause he'd gotten his girl pregnant.

Hey, I love you. So much, okay?

And I want this.

I'm gonna get a job.
And I'm gonna take care of both of you.

How?

We'll figure it out, okay?

Look at you, you fucking weak dick flap.

You ain't shit!

-There was a lot of yelling.
-Six...

Move! Move, dick flap. Let's go!

Do you wanna die, you beef curtain?

There are hajis breathing down
your piss hole.

They called us names like...

Dick with ears!
Get up, you dick with ears!

-Our hands were...
-Use your goddamn dick skinners!

-Our mouths were...
-Cock holster!

You shut that ugly cock holster.

Drill sergeants pretended
to be real angry all the time.

The fuck?

Next time, back the fuck off,

or I might wig out
and snap your fucking neck.

PTSD, they say.

What are you looking at? Eyes forward!

Like this one time, Drill Sergeant Cole
punched me in the penis for no reason.

Attention!

Drill Sergeant Deco, he even choked a kid.

Drill Sergeant Deco.

Fucking haji.

Drill Sergeant, that's Levine.

It wasn't because of PTSD though.

Deco hadn't ever been anywhere.
He was full of shit.

Some of the drill sergeants
had actually seen Iraq,

but they were full of shit too.

In Iraq, there are grenade children

who try to sneak up on American soldiers

so as to blow them the fuck up!

I had to run over the hand grenade
children with my truck!

That's why I'm sick in the head!

Now, let's go! You need to be
at your three o'clock-- You need to be--

Holy crap, wake up, son!
Wake up, son! Wake up!

-Bang, bang!
-Nine o'clock.

Bang, bang!

-Haji left!
-Bang, bang!

Haji on the right.
Haji in the trees! Look up!

Sneaking up on you, haji left.

-Haji to the right!
-Haji on your left!

Haji to the left!

-Haji on your left!
-Haji to the right!

I started to get this weird feeling
like it was all just make-believe.

Bang, bang.

That we were just pretending
to be soldiers.

The drill sergeants were just
pretending to be drill sergeants.

Jabberwocky, jabberwocky,
jabberwocky, jabberwocky...

Mishmash, mishmash, mishmash...

And the army
was pretending to be the army.

For where'er we go
You will always know

That the army goes rolling along

The only way
not to graduate basic training

was to try and kill yourself.

One kid tried to hang himself
from a water pipe in the latrine.

Fuck! Shit! Jesus Christ.
Fucking hell, bud.

Help! Drill Sergeant!

He didn't die,
but he didn't graduate either.

Hey, can you hear me?

Yeah. Hi.

Are you all right?

I just snuck out of the barracks.

Yeah, but are you okay?

I'm good now.

Heads down. Asses down.

When they finally taught us
how to be medics,

there was a lot of fucking around
with mannequins.

Don't let him bleed out. Get pressure on.

-His life is in your hands. Let's go!
-Sucking chest wound!

-Ticktock. Ticktock.
-Give that wound a bandage.

Apply to body
from inside the bandage wrapper.

Pressure on there.

Seal all three sides tight.
Airtight-tight.

-Come on. Get it done now.
-Check his back for an exit wound.

There were mannequins
that were just trunks with heads.

There were mannequins with
rubber bones sticking out of their legs.

There were mannequins
that could squirt fake blood.

There were even little baby mannequins
with cherubim faces.

Traumatic amputation.

You're a go!
Cardiopulmonary resuscitation!

One and two and three and four and five.

-Breathe.
-You're a go.

Jimenez and I
saved the lives of 47 dummies.

And so we passed the class.

Warrior Medics.

You were told to come up
with a company cheer.

You had a week to do this.

This is what is called a deadline!

As of now, you have missed the deadline.

Now,

since you have failed to come up
with a company cheer,

I have taken
what is called the initiative...

and come up with one you'll have to learn.

And this is what he came up with.

Warrior Medics in the fight

Warrior Medics in the fight

On the double day and night

On the double day and night

We will beat out all the rest

We will beat out all the rest

Charlie Company is the best

Charlie Company is the best

Don't stop, get it, get it

Don't stop, get it, get it

Soldier on, Warrior Medics

Soldier on, Warrior Medics

Make way!

Here come the Warrior Medics!

Ooh! Tay!

Here come the Warrior Medics!

Make way!

And from that day on, whenever
the company was called to attention,

something that happened no less
than a million times on any given day,

the company cheer
was to be recited in its entirety.

-Here come the Warrior Medics!
-No exceptions.

You guys are soft like some nice titties.

Make way!

And to make matters worse, after a while,

it got to be expected that
the guidon bearer, which was me,

would do the robot throughout the refrain.

Here come the Warrior Medics!

Make way!

Here come the Warrior Medics!

So don't ever join the fucking army.

You were wide awake
when you got on the ground

outside the wire for the first time.

You expected to get shot at any moment.

Even if you were in a spot
where you couldn't see anyone for miles,

you were nevertheless sure
that there was a haji out there

who had been waiting all day
just to shoot you.

Attention on the net.
Attention on the net. Troops in contact.

Current location, Victor-Sierra 453, 132.

Stand by for SALUTE report.

Break, break. Raven Base.
This is Quebec-Romeo-Foxtrot.

We are seven minutes out,
en route to TIC. Over.

Number one, bump it up.

-We have troops in contact.
-All right. Let's get us in there.

Contact. At least 17 to 20 people.

Activity, coordinated attack.

Request immediate support.

We're under heavy fire, vicinity of--

Contact right! Get out! Get out! Get out!

Raven Base, Raven Base!
Goddamn it. Raven Base!

Hey, Sarge!

-What have we got?
-We got two wounded over there!

Take those two back here.
I'll get the QRF.

-Okay. Copy.
-Move it!

Arnold, take six.

And grab your shit. Let's go, go, go!

Fuck! Fuck!

Hey! Hey, look at me! Breathe.

Stay on me.

Let's go.

Down!

Cover right. Cover right. Go!

Move!

Medic up! Medic up!

Get down!

Hey! Get some pressure on it.

Get the fuck off me.
Up the hill. Up the hill!

Stay here!

Coming in! What do you need?

I got at least two wounded up front!
Get them the fuck out!

-All right. Move, move, move!
-Let's go, let's go!

Okay.

Medic!

-Over here. Get his guts in!
-Jesus fuck!

-Bring it in.
-I said get his guts in now!

More!

-Everybody.
-Lift him.

-Go!
-Ready?

-Three, two, one!
-Here it is. Here it is.

Bird inbound! Bird inbound!
Get the litter up!

-Lift up!
-Let's go!

In the dust, I could see the man's face.

His eyes were wild and grieving,
and he was in his lizard brain.

Hey! Hey! Look at me! Hey!

We locked eyes, and I said...

I've got you!

I said it real loud,
so he could hear me over the helicopters.

And then I felt embarrassed, because
it was a stupid thing to have said.

All right, let's move on out!

Ready! Ready! Up!

-Up!
-Let's move!

Back! Move back!

Oh, yeah.

Fuck.

This fucking blood won't come out
of my wedding ring.

In the early days, the infantry felt like
they were ten feet tall and invincible.

They were impatient to begin killing.

They wanted to kill so bad

there was this profligate confidence
in our firepower.

And there was this bullshit camaraderie.

At ease!

What in the fuck?

Running. He was just running.
Fast, fast, fast. And then--

Dude, what the fuck happened?

This guy, his guts were hanging out.

We had to put 'em back in.

Getting shot at.

-We had to run up to the chopper.
-Hey.

I heard on the radio those guys
you put in the helicopter are dead.

Shit.

Hey, Sarge. Is it true those guys
we put on the bird today are dead?

Who told you that?

-Arnold said he heard it on the net.
-Arnold's a fucking retard.

-I thought that's what I heard, Sarge.
-Shut up, Arnold.

That's Staff Sergeant Greene.

They said he'd already killed 15 hajis.

He was a hard motherfucker.

So, they're not dead?

Quit worrying about it so much, huh?

You got your cherry popped today.

We took eight fucking casualties today.

Out of 800.

And we're here for a fucking year.

A year's worth of fucking days.
Do the math.

We're fucked.

What did you guys think
you were coming here to do?

Damn, Lessing. You're a downer.

Truth hurts, baby.

And he was right.

Everything there was about dying.

They even called the area we were
stationed in "the Triangle of Death."

And, like idiots,
we patrolled every inch of it.

Most days, it felt like
we were just glorified scarecrows.

There to look busy,
expensive as fuck and dumber than shit.

Look at that one in the dress. She looks
like Pebbles from The Flintstones.

Oh, yeah. She is kinda cute.

That's Sergeant North. He was from Idaho.

-And he was also a killer.
-Stop.

You know you want it, bitch.
Fuck! Stop fucking moving.

-Mister. Mister.
-You want this? This?

You want this?

Move. Get out the way.
Pebbles, come here. Come here, Pebbles.

You want this? You want this? Yeah?

Let's go.

On Christmas Day,
the Denver Mustang cheerleaders arrived.

They waved and bounced
with their white teeth.

The whole thing seemed goddamn awful.

Beautiful women with skin
like expensive cream.

It wasn't like they were gonna fuck you.
And that's what it was all about.

You were supposed to want to fuck them,

and they were supposed to not fuck you.

You know you want it, bitch!

All right.
Everybody looking at me, say "Hajis."

Hajis!

But I was okay with that.
I didn't even watch porn.

USA! USA! USA!

I'd jerk off in the porta-shitters.

Didn't even think of other girls.

Fuck me.

Fuck me.

I'm not ashamed of this.
I just tried to be good.

Miss you so goddamn much, baby.

I miss you too.

Hey, I've got some really good news.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

Your parents offered to help us buy
a starter home.

-You there?
-Yeah, I'm here. I just--

-I'm happy, that's all.
-Time.

-Jesus, man. I'm on the phone.
-Hurry the fuck up.

I'm on the fucking phone, dude.

I think about you everywhere I go, baby.

-Fuck you, new dick.
-Fuck you, motherfucker.

-I'm on the goddamn phone.
-Then hurry the fuck up!

-What is it?
-It's nothing, baby. I just--

-I can't wait to be home with you.
-Time, Private.

Fuck.

Time, Private!

I gotta go, baby.

-I love you.
-I love you too.

It's all yours, Sarge.

Calm the fuck down, towelhead.
Get the fuck back!

Could you ask him what happened?

He says it happened when he was zip-tied,
few days ago.

Jesus.

Dude, look at this guy's hand.

Fuck.

Hey, excuse me, Sarge?

Yeah?

Would you take a look at this guy's hand?

It's cellulitis.

We're out of antibiotics.

So?

What can I do for this guy?

Tell him to eat shit and die.

You gotta tell him to go to a hospital,

see a doctor and get some antibiotics,
'cause we don't have any medicine here.

You're welcome.

-Thanks.
-Make sure he gets to a hospital, okay?

-They won't take us.
-You just gotta try, buddy.

Try your best.

Yes, sir!

All right, who's next?

-Please. Please.
-Not these little fuckers again.

Hey, Pebbles, come here.

Nah, she's all right, man.

Come here.

What the fuck are you doing?

This is for you, okay?

I want you to have this.
That's for you. All right.

Hey!

Shit, man! She got hit!

Look at that.

Made her fucking day.

Fuck.

You know what I would love right now?

Taco?

Fuck you, bitch. Fuck you.

Yes, a motherfucking taco.
Yes, I would love a taco.

What do you want in your taco?

Some carne asada, some fucking guacamole,
some onions.

What? Yeah. Fuck you.

My girl's the only one.

-For real?
-Yeah. Yeah, bro.

-The only one?
-The only one.

-But Bautista too, right?
-Fuck you, bitch.

What you reckon they're doing right now?

Probably with her new dude.

I'll have to kill him.

Some big-ass dude.

He'd been away a year,

and his wife has a one-month-old baby

that she fucking says is his.

I fucking hate it here, dude.

I just wanna go home.

Raven Base, Raven Base.

This is Echo-5-November, over.

Echo-5-November, this is Raven Base.

Yeah, we're gonna get off this line.

Base copy, over.

Lead, this is two.

Go for lead.

We're gonna get off this line
to the right.

Copy that.

Hey, excuse me, Sergeant North?

What is it, fuckstick?

I don't think we should try and drive
through here, Sergeant.

I think we ought to stay on the road.

Is that what you think,
you fucking PFC-wanna-be-a-private?

That road runs right through
an "oh, shit" zone.

You want me to put all these men in danger

'cause you don't wanna save
two fucking minutes?

When I went out with First Platoon,
we got four vehicles stuck

trying to drive through this shit,
Sergeant.

Looks fine to me.

It ain't fine.
It's the shit that's underneath--

Enough!

Hold your fucking man pleaser.

Floor it, Cheetah.

Stop the vehicle, Private.

Stop the vehicle.

Stop the fucking vehicle! Fuck!

Hey, yo. What did I fucking say, man?

Cheetah!

Get your vitamin-depleted ass up here
and get this POS out of the fucking mud!

Hey, I wouldn't do that
if I were you, Sergeant.

That's exactly what we did.

You'll only make things harder
for QRF when they get here.

Shut the fuck up and watch your sector.

You need a Bradley and a tow cable, Sarge.

Shut the fuck up.

Roger that, Sergeant.

Fuck this shit.

-Motherfucker.
-It's hot as fuck out here, man.

-I'm so thirsty--
-B!

Go get me a fucking Bradley.

We're gonna be stuck here for--

North says QRF can't get here
for a few hours.

He wants me,
Yuri, Lessing and Jimenez to go back

-and get a Bradley with a tow cable.
-Yeah, no shit.

You're on radio watch, smart-ass.

-No, tell him to go fuck himself.
-Really?

Yeah, for real.
Tell him to go fuck himself.

-Bautista!
-Coming now, Sarge!

Come on, boys! Let's go! Move out!

-What are you, North's bottom?
-No.

I don't want to spend
the next four hours waiting to be shot.

Guess Cheetah just loves America.

I do.

So let's get out of this fucking shithole
sandbox, and let's go home. Come on!

Hey, don't let North
fuck with you too hard, all right?

I think he means don't let North
fuck you too hard.

Oh, yeah, he's got a big dick?

Fucking asshole.

Fuck!

Get down! Get down!

Oh, shit!

Don't fucking run into it!

Oh, shit. No, no, no.

No, no. No, no, no.

The smell is something
that you already know.

It's coded in your blood.

The smoke gets in your pores
and every gland.

Your mouth is full of it...

to the point where you
might as well be eating the shit.

No other contact?

No contact. We didn't see anything.

I'll go get me a Bradley.

I'll go get the bodies.

Hey, bring the bags.

Private.

That was Lessing.

Our driver was Yuri.

Our gunner was Bautista.

And that--

And that's... Private Jimenez in the back.

Let's get 'em out.

All right. Fuck. Captain-- Fuck.
My gloves are melting, Captain.

It's all right.
Just try hooking your arms instead.

Yes, sir.

I got it.

-You good?
-Yeah.

All right.

Release.

Mister, mister, mister! MRE!

Mister, mister! Mister, MRE!

MRE, mister! Mister. MRE.

Mister. Mister. MRE!

Mister. MRE. Mister, mister!

Suddenly there was nothing
interesting about it anymore.

There was nothing.

Are you seeing bad things?

Yeah, a little.

Are people getting killed?

Because I'm seeing on the news
that people are getting killed.

-Hello?
-Yeah, baby, I'm here.

You're gonna make it through this, okay?

I know that you're gonna
make it through this.

Could you just talk about you
for a second?

What's going on with you?

Well, I got a job as a waitress
down at the Academy,

close to the neighborhood
I think that we should settle on.

You like those streets
over by Larchmere, right?

Baby.

Yeah, baby, I'm here. I just...

Are you sure you're doing okay?

I just miss you. That's all.

I miss you too.

I love you.

Fuck!

Get him out! Fuck!

All right! He's good!

After Private First Class Jimenez
was killed in battle,

this soldier went on to take care
of his platoon as well,

serving three platoons in total
to complete more combat missions...

-I really wanna get the fuck out of here.
-...than any other medic in his battalion.

I don't feel like I've done anything
to go running into a gymnasium about.

It is my honor to present to you
the Medal of Valor.

My one true accomplishment was not dying.

And I didn't really have anything
to do with that.

-Congratulations, Specialist.
-Thank you, First Sergeant.

Emily drove me back to Ohio,
and I got to see our new house.

Started taking night classes
at a school Emily was working at,

and I got a job
that paid eight bucks an hour.

Roy's cousin Joe helped me get it.

This coffee is shit.

They're all spoiled fucks.

No one there but Joe and I
had ever had anything to do with war

or murders or anything like that.

The world meant something different
to them than it did to us.

And after he got back,
Joe had problems for a while.

All I did was ask you if you really
needed to keep drinking,

seeing as you're already shit-faced.

-And I said that I did.
-And I said no, you did not!

-Holy shit!
-Fuck!

Stop the car.

He wasn't the only one with problems.

I didn't sleep.
And when I did, I dreamt of violence.

Hey.

Hey.

-Are you okay?
-Yeah.

-Hey.
-What happened?

I shit blood, I farted blood,
and then I craved sleep.

Basically I was being a sad,
crazy fuck about the horrors I'd seen.

Hurry. We'll be late.

Yeah, baby. Sure.

Hey, thank you for thinking to do this.

Why are we the only ones dressed up?

Doesn't matter.

Didn't notice.

All these middle-aged people with money,
for Christ's sakes.

And they can't even be bothered
to wear a jacket to the fucking theater.

-Stop.
-Yeah, I'm talkin' to you.

-What's your problem, dude?
-Dude, what's your problem?

My problem's the fact
you didn't even have the decency

to take off your L.L.Bean before you came
from the fucking golf club!

-Please be quiet.
-Okay, tough guy--

-Fuck you, motherfucker--
-I'd really like to go now.

No, babe, we're not going anywhere.

I would really like to leave.

It's all right, man.
There's nothing to fucking look at.

This guy's just an asshole.

Fucking take this L.L.Bean
and shove it up your fucking ass.

Fucking pussy.

I wanna leave.

I punched the bathroom mirror on accident
while I was washing my hands.

-Come on, we gotta go.
-Jesus Christ.

I mean we gotta go right fucking now.
Let's go.

And when I went home,
I took a few more Xanax.

That also happened to be the night
that James Lightfoot

tried coming around to welcome me back,

but he got arrested
breaking into my house.

Hey, man.

Hey.

Hey, wake up.

Hey, man, what the fuck? Who's you?

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Sorry--

Except it wasn't my house.

The fucking dumb shit
broke into the wrong house.

Since I left for Iraq,
James had busted up his knee

working for the Highway Department

and gotten into using OxyContin
pretty bad.

-I didn't mean to.
-Come on.

-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
-Come on.

You fucking pig! Fuck you!

After I bailed him out,
he started hanging around a lot.

Dude, are you all right?

No, no. No, not all right.

Help me.

Fuck. Fuck.

Deep breath.

Deep. That's right.

A few weeks later,
James asked me to take him to the bank.

James wanted me
to talk to the teller for him,

'cause he said I could talk good.

Okay.

So I'm gonna sign my checks over to you.

And then you're gonna give me
the cash, okay?

'Cause they won't let me have
a bank account,

'cause I'm in ChexSystems.

My credit's totally fucked.

Come on.

I can't cash these checks, sir.

It wasn't exactly a smash hit.

The teller thought I was being a dick
because I was high on OxyContin,

and I wasn't exactly trying to hide
the fact that I thought he was an asshole.

You know what?

You're an asshole,
and I'd like to speak to your manager.

Well, I am the manager.

-Well, you're still an asshole.
-Okay.

-Sir.
-I'm a fucking war veteran, dude.

And you're fucking treating me
like an undesirable.

I don't know what I'm gonna do about this,

but I'm sure as fuck this isn't the way
you're supposed to treat people, fucker.

You have a good day now.

-Thanks, guys.
-Thank you.

Thanks for your help.

Fuck yeah. You get the money?

No, I didn't get the fucking money.

Hey, man, it's really unfortunate
how that all just played out.

Sorry, dude.

Yeah, well, thanks anyway.

Sure, yeah.

Do you think I could get
some more of those pills?

Everything had changed.
And nothing had changed.

The problem was, is I really liked Oxy.

Made me feel a type of way
so I wasn't about taking shit from anyone.

Where the hell have you been?

No.

Where have you been?

You were supposed to be home
three hours ago.

What the fuck did you take?

What are you fucking taking?

I'll tell you
what I haven't been taking...

is your shit.

I'm not taking your shit.

I promised Emily I'd find a better way
of dealing with my war shit

than just taking pills.

Have you been experiencing
any suicidal thoughts?

Sometimes, yeah.

I just feel like if I died in Iraq...

she'd be happier now, you know?

She would've been sad for a while, but...

ultimately her life would've been better.

How long you been back?

Eight months.

Have you been evaluated for PTSD before?

Isn't that what we're doing here?

I tried.

You guys kept transferring my file.

I guess someone left and the new someone
was trying to get caught up.

I don't know.

Are you currently on any medications?

Xanax.

For my anxiety.
But they don't work anymore.

How's your pain level?

Like, mental pain or physical pain?

Both.

Nine outta ten.

Have you ever heard of OxyContin?

Naturally, Emily was pissed,

and she'd understandably
reached her limit.

Fine.

These are for me now.

Because I would love--

I would love a break...

from all of this shit!

Fuck you!

I wish I never told you I was leaving.

For Montreal.

Remember when you used to wear
that white ribbon around your neck?

That was my jam.

Yeah, I liked that.

Can't see that we'll ever
make it back there though.

No.

But I'm okay with that.

Yeah.

Me too.

And that is how we became addicts.

Babe, how do you want your eggs?

Can you walk Livinia today?
I need to leave in, like, ten minutes.

You want 'em scrambled or sunny-side up?

Scrambled, please. On toast.

What, like, in a sandwich?

Yeah, like a sandwich.

The story of being a dope fiend
is that you could kill yourself real slow,

but you feel like a million fucking bucks
doing it.

It's okay.

Hey, today's the day that I stay late.

So you need to be there by 5:00,
or I'm not gonna make it through class.

-Professor's still out.
-I got you, babe, go on.

-You said 5:00, right?
-5:00 p.m.

-Yes, ma'am.
-Thank you.

At first we said we'd get a dog,
and we wouldn't be dope fiends.

But we stayed dope fiends,
so now we're just dope fiends with a dog.

I gotta go.

-I love you.
-Love you too.

Don't forget.

"See her knitting in my hand,
and her empty chair ready for her.

I cry with vexation and disappointment"...

Lia? Keep reading,
I'm gonna run to the restroom.

You good?

Of course, the future looked bad though.

You went into debt.

My last GI check got deposited
into the wrong account. And...

Stabbed your parents in the heart,
over and over and over again.

Old friends stayed away. New friends would
eat your eyes out with a fucking spoon.

Hey, Black.

But there was always
more heroin to be done.

And that would usually serve
to settle things down for a bit.

If you could front me, like, another 80,

I got money from the GI Bill
coming in on Friday.

Flip that grilled cheese for me.

If you didn't know any better,

you would've thought that this guy
was Biff from Back to the Future,

but he wasn't.

He was Pills...

and he was Coke.

Hey, man, you want me to put this
on a plate? It looks done.

Shelly, come get your toasted cheese.

Hey.

What are you guys doing?

Making some special candy.

I like candy.

Can I try it?

That depends.

What do you think, junkie?
Should she try some special candy?

All right, open wide for the choo choo.

-Choo choo!
-And everyone you met was a fucker.

Stop fucking with me, dude.
Are you really not gonna front me that 80?

I don't know, man,
80 is a lot of money to some people.

Please, dude, come on.

Maybe. But you gotta
go see a guy in Buckeye for me.

-Okay.
-Pick up something for Black.

For Black?

-Yeah.
-What am I picking up?

It's a safe.
And don't fucking ask what's in it.

Why, what's in it?

You're a cunt-nugget.

Please, please tell me you scored.

-What the fuck is this?
-What?

Pills & Coke asked me
to watch a safe for him.

That fucking guy?

I hate that fucking guy.

That fucking guy fronted us,
so it felt like the right thing to do.

Are you good?

I told you that guy was a scumbag.
This dope isn't doing shit for me.

And here you are watching his safe
that probably has all the good shit in it.

So we called James Lightfoot,
who used to work for a locksmith.

I can't hear anything.

Did it work?

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, it totally fucking worked. Genius.

Hit it, man.

-Yeah, hit it. Hit it.
-Fuck.

Get angry, baby.

It's coming.

Fuck them.

What?

Open the door!

It's the fucking police.

It's not the police.

This is the police!

It's the fucking police!

Get rid of all the drugs. Quick! Hurry!

-Fuck!
-They know about the safe!

I told you they know about the safe.

I don't know how they fucking know
about the safe.

-Fuck, fuck!
-What are you doing?

-I'm emptying!
-That's not gonna fucking work!

Fuck! Fuck!

Here.

-Okay, listen to me.
-Okay.

Put your hands behind your head
like this, okay? Stay like that.

Yeah.

Let's do this nice and peaceful!

Son of a bitch.

What a fucking dumbass.

Come on, open up.

Come on in, man.

Cup check.

Dude.

How much fucking shit was even in there?

Tell me!

A lot.

Fuck.

You said you were the fucking police,
dumbass.

You fucking put this shit on me,
you doped-up fuck?

It wasn't my fault! It wasn't my fault!

Stop! Stop! Stop!
Stop, you're gonna kill him! Stop!

All right,
let me tell you what's gonna happen.

Black is gonna put on his black mask.

-What?
-His black mask.

-What black mask? What are you--
-His black mask. His fucking black mask.

He's gonna put on
his motherfucking black mask!

Stop saying that!
I don't know what it means.

He's gonna put on his black mask!

I don't know what it means!

He's gonna kill us all.

He's gonna kill you.

-He's gonna kill you.
-No.

He's sure as fuck
gonna kill that cunt-nugget!

And guess what then?
He's gonna fucking kill me.

Unless...

you can give me

a giant fucking shitwad of cash.

Right now.

We don't have any money.

We don't even have dog food.

I have a plan.

I have a plan.

Okay, we're square.

Oh, my God.

How much did you...

Oh, my God.

That's a lot of fucking dope.

And that was cause for a celebration.

Sorry.

Hello?

Hey. Joe.

-Joe?
-Yeah. Roy's cousin Joe.

Oh, fuck. Hey, Joe, what's up, man?

Hey, man, did you rob a bank today?

I'm going to fucking jail, babe.

No. No, here. It says the suspect
is six foot and has blue eyes.

-You're okay.
-Yeah, but look at the fucking picture.

Does it look like me?

Yeah, maybe you shouldn't
leave the house for a while.

The essential problem
of being a drug addict

is that whenever you get flush,
you spend it on dope.

Until the money's gone.
And when the dope's gone, you get sick.

At which point
you need to find more money.

Go rob another fucking bank!

Are you okay?

It was just a sneeze.

Look, I really think you're sick, man.

No, I'm fine, I just can't stop sneezing.

I don't imagine that anyone
goes in for a robbery

if they're not in some kind
of desperation.

With robbery it's a matter
of pure abasement.

Thank you.

And we were abased.

What's crazy is, is that 80% of the time

the tellers really don't mind
if you're holding up the bank.

There are exceptions, of course,

like this one lady on the West Side,
looked like Janet Reno.

That's as high as I go.

You fucking kidding me?

You can read, right?

That's as high as I go.

But this was a fanatic.
Usually it's very civilized.

Hey, babe.

You all right?

-Where were you?
-I was at the bank. I couldn't get much.

Feel like a fucking purse snatcher.

Yeah, this is the one. All right.

How is it that you can rob
all these fucking goddamn banks,

and yet somehow, in some fucking way,

you still owe me a fuck ton of money?

What the fuck?

'Cause we shoot
a lot of fucking dope, man.

You need to shoot a lot less,
motherfucker,

'cause when you owe me money,
I owe Black money.

And Black does not like
being owed fucking money.

That's good shit, right?
I'll meet you around the corner.

What the fuck you talkin' about?

I told you I needed a driver.

You did not fucking say that.

-Yeah, I did. I called you this morning.
-No, no--

I said I needed a driver for the robbery.

That's not what I fucking heard.
I'm not doing the junkie bank robbery.

But you just said
that you owe Black money.

Yeah! Because you owe me money.

Do you wanna pay him back or not?

We gotta discuss terms, dude.

The fucking terms are simple.
I'm gonna go rob the fucking bank,

you're gonna meet me round the corner
so you can pay Black back.

I don't like those terms.

-I may or may not be there--
-Those are the terms, man.

Motherfucking piece of shit.

Those are the fucking terms!

Come on, Sheina,
I know you can do better than that.

That's a lot of money.

That's a 50 banded to some fucking ones.

I said all the money in your drawer.

That guy couldn't give a shit about
what's happening with you right now.

I'm not fucking around.

I'll flash my gun on the way out,

so he knows you didn't
just give the money away.

That supposed to make you a good guy now?

Did you fight for this fucking country?

You know what
fucking terms we never discussed?

The ones where you're in my car with me,
and the motherfucking police shoot us!

We never fucking discussed those terms,
you fucking junkie.

Where were you? It's Wednesday.

You were supposed to come down
to school and meet me by 5:00.

I'm sorry, baby.
I was getting really sick.

Yeah, well, now I'm sick,
and I had to cancel my fucking class

because I shit my motherfucking pants.

Fuck.

I'm trying really hard
to do something here.

I'm not just trying to...

sit at home on the fucking couch,
enjoying my motherfucking high.

-Fuck!
-The fuck is this?

-Baby, all right, fuck.
-I can't fucking...

I can't fucking do it.

-It's all right, baby.
-Will you please help me?

Come on, come here.
It's all right. I got you.

It's all right. Here, tie yourself up.

All right.

Are you ready?

I'm right here with you.
Would you hurry the fuck up, please?

You gotta calm down and let us do our job.

Baby? I'm right here.
I'm right by your side.

I'm not gonna fucking leave you, okay?
I got you. Okay?

Female, 22.
Agonal breathing, pinpoint pupils.

-Please.
-Rapid heart rate...

I just got to be here with my wife.

Sir, I need you to go to the waiting room.

Okay, I can go.
But could you please just--

-Can I stay for five minutes?
-No, listen.

There's nothing you can do in here
but get in the way.

Sir. There's nothing you can do.

Okay, I'm going.

-Oh, Jesus.
-Ready, go.

-No response here.
-Take over the airway.

Hooking up the monitor.

-We're gonna do the best we can.
-I don't know what I would do without her.

Okay? We're gonna do the best we can.

Emily, I'm outside, baby.

I need you to calm down
and tell me what happened.

I don't know what happened.

Help me out here.

I need you to calm down
and tell me what happened.

We were home and we fell asleep,

and then she fucking woke up
and she was blue.

-How long was she unconscious?
-I don't know.

What did she take?

-I don't know.
-What did she take?

I don't know, ma'am. I don't fucking know.

Listen, help us help her.
I need to know what she took.

Can you please just tell me
if she's breathing or not?

Please, I'm a medic, ma'am.

We're trying the best that we can, okay?
I need you to tell me what she took.

Paging Dr. Staman. Dr. Staman, please.

She took heroin.

I love you.

I know you've got problems.

I know you're broken.

But please don't break my daughter.

If you love her...

then you'll be a man and walk away.

You get up and walk away.

Or I'll fuck you up.

Fuck! Fuck you!

Fuck!

-What the fuck are you doing?
-Hold on.

-Hey, is this bus going to Elba?
-What the fuck are you doing?

Hey, get back on the bus, Em.

-What the fuck are you doing?
-Emily, get back on the bus.

I'm not getting back on that fucking bus!

-Listen to me, Emily.
-What the--

Baby, fucking listen to me, all right?

-Hey, are you all right?
-Yeah, I'm all right.

-Sorry.
-Just don't touch her, bro.

Yes, sir. Understood.

Emily, you gotta go back to rehab.

I don't wanna be in rehab.

I wanna be with you.

You can't be here with me.

That's not your decision to make.

-Yes, it is my decision--
-No, it's not your decision to make.

-Yes, it is my--
-It's not--

-Yes, it is!
-It is not your decision to make!

I waited two years...

for you to come back from that hellhole.

Two years.

And I stayed with you
through so much fucked-up shit.

And I really don't wanna do this alone.

Please don't make me do this alone.

I'm so sorry... but I can't.

I'm not good for you.

I'm not good for anything.

I have this noise in my head.

I can't...

-Baby, stop.
-It's so goddamn loud,

and I can't make it stop.

It'll stop.

One day it'll just-- it'll go quiet.

Can you please just get back on the bus?

For me?

I'm gonna get high with or without you.

Please don't.

Please, baby, just...

I'm gonna get high.

It's not even that interesting. The bank's
not gonna fight you over the cash.

They don't even care.
It's like taking sand from a beach.

-But it's somebody's money.
-No, it's the bank's money.

Do you need the money
or do you not need the money?

Of course I need the money.

All right, well, I can get a lot more
if we hit all the tellers.

But to hit all the tellers, I need you.

But if we're both pulling the robbery,
why am I only getting 10%?

Because I'm the one doing
all the talking and carrying the gun.

All right? If you were carrying the gun
and threatening all the innocents,

it'd be a different story, huh?

-Then give me the gun.
-No, I'm not gonna give you the gun.

-You just said if I had the gun--
-I don't care what I just said!

We're gonna do what we originally agreed.

Jesus. Can you stop being
such a flaming fucking pussy, dude?

Fuck it, let's do it.

No alarms! I said no alarms!

Sir, don't you touch that fucking phone!
Don't you touch that phone!

All right, I want everybody
to give their money to this man here.

Don't you touch that fucking phone.

Fuck!

Go, go, go! Go, go!

The fuck, man?

-The fuck is wrong with you?
-Fucking infamous.

-Man, I'm sorry.
-What do we do now?

I don't fucking know.

How about we do it again?

I can drive,
and you and Pills do the robbing.

So now I've gotta rob a bank
'cause you're a fucking pussy?

I'm just not good at robberies.

Pills, look,
it's three, four times the money.

Fucking nerves are shot, man.

Come on, man.

All right, but I'm having the gun.

-No, you're not having the gun.
-I am! I'm having the fucking gun!

And you're a junkie motherfucker.

With PTSD.

The fuck is going on with you, man?

-Probably the Klonnie.
-What Klonnie?

-My nerves were shot, man.
-You took fucking Klonnie?

Just some.

-Are you good for this?
-I'm good.

Are you good for this?

I'm good, motherfucker. Let's do this.

Put that fucking down.

All right, everyone,
give your man this money.

Now!

Shit.

What the fuck is wrong with you?
Give me the fucking gun.

-Fuck, man.
-Take this, get the fucking cash and go.

-Ma'am, get off the fucking phone!
-Get down.

-Go, go.
-Come on. Come on.

What happened? Did you shoot somebody?

-No.
-Where's Pills & Coke?

He fucking bailed, man. He bailed.

Where you going?
What the fuck are you doing?

Get the fucking-- Fuck.

Everybody, give me your cash.

Open the fucking drawer.
Get it out now! Hurry up.

Fuck.

We can't leave him.
He's gonna rat on us in a heartbeat, dude.

We gotta go back and get him.

-No.
-What do you mean, no, James?

Turn the fucking car around!

Fuck.

Never lock a gunman in
with innocent people.

You're supposed to lock me
in between the fucking doors.

What's the matter with you people?
Are you retarded?

-James, turn this fucking car around! Now!
-No.

Okay. Okay.

The police are on their way.

Open the door right now.

Look, you've put all these people's lives
in danger.

If you don't open that fucking door,
your boss is gonna fire you.

What the fuck was that?

-I don't like this.
-Did you hear that?

I don't like this, man. I don't like this.

You see him?

Is that him? I see him.
That's him, that's him. Stop the car.

Dude, get in the fucking car. Come on.

The fuck are you doing?
Get in the fucking car now!

Get in the car.

Fuck.

Go.

The fuck is wrong with you, man?

This is all your fault.

Should never have fucking brought you.

Oh, shit.

Oh, fuck.

-He's been shot, man.
-What the fuck?

-He's been fucking shot.
-You said nobody fucking got shot.

Put some pressure on the wound, all right?

Here. Let me feel your back. Let me see.

Let me see. Hang on. I know.
I know it hurts.

You know how to take care of him, right?

Fuck, there's not an exit wound.

-We gotta get him to a hospital.
-We can't go to the hospital.

James, if we don't take him
to the fucking hospital, he's gonna die!

We can't go right now, man!
You're not listening to me!

They'll fucking arrest us!

We just robbed a fucking bank,
are you fucking crazy?

They've seen you plenty of fucking times!

So you need to think fucking straight
about this!

What do we do? What do we do?

Please just take me to the hospital, man.

-Take me to the hospital.
-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, man.

Guys...

We can't. You know we can't.
You know we can't, right?

-Right?
-Guys...

What can we do?

What can we do?

Please, man.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Just fucking drive, man.

Okay. Okay.

Just get us outta here.

This is so fucked up.

We never did find out how he got shot.

But it didn't matter.

Come on.

Come on.

What is he doing here?

-Go inside.
-What does he want?

Just go inside, baby.

If you're gonna shoot me,
can we go somewhere else?

You know...

for the neighbors.

I'm not gonna shoot you.

I won't get my money back...

if I shoot you.

I can't do this anymore.

-Sure you can.
-I can't.

You can.

For your girl... you can.

I just gotta get right first.

Hey, guess what.

Black is gonna drive for me
so I can pay him back.

Did he front you?

Yeah.

Can you make me a shot?

I'm just...

just really tired.

I know, baby.

-I want it to be quiet.
-I know.

Can you give me another shot?

Yeah, baby, when I'm back.

When I get back, baby.

I love you.

I love you too.

You know where you're going, right?

Make the first three lefts,
can't go wrong.

I'm not gonna be long,
two, three minutes, tops.

And don't be late.
I'll meet you in the parking lot.

Give me my fucking money, Vanessa!
Hurry the fuck up!

Slide it over! Now!

Vanessa, I need you to do me a favor.

What's that?

I need you to hit that alarm for me.

It's all right. I'm not gonna hurt you.

Thank you.

Here's your--

Therefore, it is our vote to grant parole.
Effective immediately.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.
My client is most appreciative.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Good luck.

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