Thank You for Your Service (2017) - full transcript
DreamWorks Pictures' Thank You for Your Service follows a group of U.S. soldiers returning from Iraq who struggle to integrate back into family and civilian life, while living with the memory of a war that threatens to destroy them long after they've left the battlefield. Starring an ensemble cast led by Miles Teller, Haley Bennett, Joe Cole, Amy Schumer, Beulah Koale, Scott Haze, Keisha Castle-Hughes, Brad Beyer, Omar J. Dorsey and Jayson Warner Smith, the drama is based on the bestselling book by Pulitzer Prize-winning reporter and author David Finkel. Jason Hall, who wrote the screenplay of American Sniper, makes his directorial debut with Thank You for Your Service and also serves as its screenwriter. Jon Kilik (The Hunger Games series, Babel) produces the film, while Ann Ruark (Biutiful) and Jane Evans (Sin City) executive produces.
ADAM: I was a good soldier.
I had purpose
and I loved it.
(GUNSHOTS ECHOING)
I rode shotgun in a lead Humvee
and I looked for bombs.
You don't see the bomb
unless they want you to.
You sense it.
You just know.
I avoided the bomb that day.
But led us right into an ambush.
That's how Emory happened.
EMORY: Clear.
(GUNS FIRING IN DISTANCE)
Fuck.
(GUNSHOT)
Man down!
Hang on, Emory.
I got you!
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
(ADAM GRUNTING)
Hang on, Emory.
Hang on. I got you.
(EMORY GROANING)
Hang on, buddy. Hang on!
(CONTINUOUS GROANING)
(ADAM GRUNTING)
(PANTING)
(RETCHES)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
(MAN LAUGHING)
Oh, my God.
Why are fat people so funny?
I swear, the funniest
fuckers that ever lived
they're always fat mother-fuckers,
you know?
Is that why you're getting out?
You're gonna get fat?
Yeah. Yeah,
I'm getting fat.
Chappelle isn't fat.
Then you got Chris Rock.
No, no, no,
you're doing a black thing.
What?
I'm doing a black thing?
You're doing a black thing.
No, I'm not, man.
What? Black don't count?
I'm doing the funny thing.
Yeah, nice try, SaMo.
You're barely black. I've seen you naked.
Ooh! (CHUCKLES)
I've seen your weak shit too, boy.
One-and-done,
and didn't see shit.
Yeah, you been one-and-done
your whole life.
This my second deployment,
dumb fuck.
If you had any fucking brains up there,
it'd be your fucking last.
Fuck that.
Army saved my life.
Yeah. Okay.
So, when's the
bachelor party, champ?
Oh, man. I can't
have a bachelor party.
You've seen me drunk.
Yeah, you'd fuck a blister.
(CHUCKLES)
So what?
No. My girl's
not into it.
I just don't want to
fuck this up, all right?
So much for balls, man.
The bachelor party is none of her business,
all right? That's our thing.
Look, I want you guys to come meet
her before the wedding though.
Shit, this guy, that's all he talked
about for the past 11 months.
I feel like I'm married to her.
Dude, in that fucking video,
when you're going like that and...
(EXCLAIMING)
Fuck you, man!
You serious?
Yeah.
If she found out you saw that...
Seriously.
I just didn't know you're left-handed.
That's... (CHUCKLES)
Guys, don't fuck with me, man.
Seriously, don't fuck with me.
Hey, nobody saw shit, all right?
That stays here.
It's a fucking joke, okay?
OPSEC.
(BILLY SIGHS)
But it was a pretty great video.
(BOTH LAUGH)
(ALL CHEERING)
(ALL CHEERING)
Hey, stay off
the streets, all right?
I'm back in the sand
in three months.
That's not what I said.
Private Morgan.
PFC Waller.
Thank you.
Sergeant Schumann.
Welcome home, Sergeant Schumann.
Specialist Aieti.
(CHEERING CONTINUES)
Sergeant Schumann,
I'm Amanda Doster.
I need you to tell me
how my husband died.
Sergeant Doster, James Doster.
Were you there when he died?
No.
Did he suffer? What did he say?
I need to know.
Tell me how my husband died.
(BABBLING)
Can we get a pie?
Of course we can.
Eat your dinner first.
You girls look so pretty.
(JAX COOING)
What about Jaxy?
And Jaxy, yeah!
That's a sweet little
jumper there, buddy.
(JAX CONTINUES COOING)
I can't believe Amanda did that.
She ruined everything.
Doesn't matter.
We wanted to make it
nice for you.
It is nice.
It was supposed to be perfect.
We wanted it to be perfect.
It is perfect.
I'm here. I got all my limbs.
I got all my pieces
with my favourite girls, and Jax.
It's perfect, baby.
(TRAIN HORN BLARING)
I wanna have a baby, Sol.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
You can't wait till we're home?
(CHUCKLES)
(SPEAKS SAMOAN)
You are getting out, right?
They'll probably come after
me to re-enlist, but...
Solo.
I'm just saying.
MAN: You back from Iraq?
Yes, sir.
Eleven months and 19 days.
You kick some ass over there?
Yeah. Yeah, man.
SASKIA: Where are you going?
I wanna swing by the old house.
Are you trying to
make yourself crazy?
Maybe.
How are the renters?
I'd like them a whole lot more if they
didn't live in our fucking house.
They're not watering my lawn.
We'd probably still live here
if you hadn't bought that pool.
Our kids are gonna learn
to swim in that pool.
Oh, yeah?
Are they gonna learn how to
swim when they're teenagers?
Where did that come from?
We're getting back
in this house.
Hello?
Tracey?
Tray!
Baby!
Fuck!
(ON VOICEMAIL)
This is Tracey.
Please leave a message and I'll
get back to you when I can.
Tracey, where are you?
Where's our furniture?
I'm trying not to freak out,
but I just got back
and the electricity's off,
my debit card isn't working.
Can you call me?
I love you. Just...
Just call me, all right?
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(ON VOICEMAIL)
This is Tracey.
Please leave a message and I'll
get back to you when I can.
Tracey, where the fuck are you?
ADAM: How much we save
by living here?
SASKIA: Not enough.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
Am I getting laid or what?
Oh, yeah, you're getting laid.
In fact, I might lay
an egg up in here.
No more eggs
or seeds or any of that.
Come on, you don't
want another one?
Let's see how you feel after
a weekend alone with them.
And where do you think
you're going?
Hmm...
Hmm?
You left three times.
Now it's my turn.
Well, I'm not leaving again.
I'm home for good.
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Do you remember who we
were before all this?
A couple of dumb, horny kids.
Pretty much.
Still dumb and horny.
With a couple kids.
(METALLIC SCRAPING)
(METALLIC SCRAPING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
How long you been up?
It's already 4:00 p.m.
in Baghdad.
You guys ready
for some hotcakes?
(SIZZLING)
Are you chewing gum?
When did you become
a gum chewer?
Tell me you didn't
miss my pancakes.
It smells good.
I need you to
watch the kids today.
Can you handle them
for a couple hours?
Yeah. Sure can.
All right.
I got some bacon here.
It's you and me today, Zoe.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
And Jax.
And the Jax-man.
Got it.
I was thinking
my mum could babysit tonight
and we could go to the speedway.
You know I like that.
Hey...
I'm gonna stop by
the golf course later,
see if they need any greens-men.
Okay.
What?
It's a kid's job.
Same job I had before.
You were just in charge
of a dozen men
and now you're gonna mow grass?
Hey, can you turn that off, Zoe?
No.
All right.
Got one chocolate chip
smiley face pancake for you.
I hate chocolate.
You do?
Yes, silly bum-bum.
Hey!
She doesn't like chocolate.
Okay. I guess
I missed that part.
What else?
Anything else that I missed?
Here you go, Specialist.
DOCTOR: What are you taking
the Somex for?
It was to sleep over there.
And what about the Propranolol?
Yeah, I don't think
I was taking that.
Are you bothered
by racing thoughts?
No, sir.
Reliving past events?
Not really.
Any lapse in memory?
Uh... I lose
stuff sometimes.
You mean, you misplace things?
Yeah, or things I was gonna do
or trying to remember if I did.
How about mood swings?
No.
When you were hit with the IED
did you experience
discharge from the ears?
I just wanna
get back to my unit.
The company physician
in Rustamiyah
documented complaints consistent
with traumatic brain injury.
I feel good.
I'm ready to go back.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENTS)
Do you want a blow job?
Right here?
If it'll make you feel better.
Don't underestimate me.
I'm tougher than you are.
So you don't have to
spare me the details
'cause you think
I can't take it.
I can take anything you can.
Anything but quiet.
It was just different this time.
Different how?
This one felt a lot longer.
Towards the end, things took
a turn and got really bad.
Were you with Doster
when he died?
No. I wasn't there.
Sometimes they get a little
crazy when we're gone, right?
You just gotta
give her a minute.
It's not like
she packed a bag, dude.
She cleaned me out.
I gotta figure this out.
Can we see that
nudie video then?
Such a dog.
What, you got a video, Shoe?
She's hot, man.
I will fuck you up.
You promise?
I swear, it's like the whole
time you're out there,
all you wanna do is come home.
Come home, and home's
just fucked, you know?
Hey. You had
a rough landing, buddy.
Yeah, fucking crash landing.
I gotta make some money.
That video, bro.
You serious?
I'll give you 20 bucks for it.
SOLO: Mmm.
You too, Shoe? Yeah?
Yeah. 20 bucks.
Maybe I'll just redeploy
with you, Solo.
Stack checks for
nine months, you know?
Hey, I'll tell you what,
I fucking love you man, okay?
But you're a bomb magnet.
You got blown up seven times.
Hey, you can come stay with me
until we square your shit up.
We should get a house.
Just us.
Man love Thursdays, every day.
That's supposed to
make me feel better?
Yeah?
Yeah.
Faggin' out with your coco ass?
Oh, my coco ass?
ADAM: Shots fired.
(SOLO CHUCKLES)
SOLO: Whoo!
Do you ever think about Emory?
Emory's alive, man.
He's back home in Arkansas.
Maybe we should go visit him.
Yeah, you should
drive down there.
Do you ever think about Doster?
Let it go.
Did they teach us that in basic?
All right.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, shit!
(SOLO EXCLAIMING)
SOLO: This is it!
Let's go, buddy.
Yeah, Will.
It's your song, boy.
(SONG CONTINUES)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(GRUNTING AND WHOOPING)
ALL: (SINGING) I don't know
why you're not there
I gave you my love,
but you don't care
So what is right
and what is wrong?
Gimme a sign
What is love?
What the...
(SHUSHING)
(LAUGHING)
(SOFTLY)
Oh, no! Oh, shit!
Hey, man.
I got kids, man.
I'm sorry, man. All right,
get your ass on the couch.
I'm not staying here, bro.
It's fucking dumb, man.
What do you mean, man?
My house is beautiful.
Come on, there you go.
That's all you.
This is me?
That's you, right there. Get!
(SHUSHING)
(LAUGHING)
Hey, man, seriously,
I'm about to kick your ass.
And take your shoes off.
They're muddy as shit.
Sorry, bro.
You're not gonna
come snuggle, Shoe?
No, you're not my type.
I don't like red-headed,
ugly-looking dudes.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Here you go, princess.
All right.
You cool, man?
Yeah.
All right.
Hey, this couch is yours for as
long as you need it, all right?
Yeah. You're a good man,
Sar'ent. You know that?
(CHUCKLES)
All right.
See you tomorrow, man.
Will.
Why are you doing this?
Don't.
Don't what?
Please don't. Not here.
What? It's over.
I'm sorry, but it's over.
We were gonna get married.
You cleaned me out,
took my daughter.
She is my daughter, not yours.
How can you say that?
I've been there
since she was born.
You were gone forever.
That was because of us.
I enlisted for us.
I can't do this with you.
Do what?
Do what?
Don't make me call security.
You've got to go.
Where do I go?
(SNIFFLES)
ADAM: Told him to stay.
Why wouldn't he just stay
on the fucking couch?
Fuck!
He got blown up seven times.
He was fucked up.
Normal people don't get blown up.
Normal people don't get robbed blind
by their fucking fiancée, man.
They don't get blown up, bro.
If he was so fucked up,
why didn't he say anything?
Army won't let me redeploy.
They trying to discharge me.
For what?
What do you think?
My shit's scrambled.
I don't belong here.
ANNA: My boy was hurt.
He was injured.
You couldn't see it,
but, uh, but he was.
I could hear it in his voice,
in the way he talked to me
on the phone.
But there was only so much
he would let me do.
If you're hurt like he was,
talk to someone.
Please don't do this.
SOLDIER:
Firing party, attention!
Port arms.
Firing party, prepare for
ready, three volleys!
Half-right face!
Attention. Ready. Aim.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Adam Schumann?
Yes, ma'am.
I'm sorry, I was gonna come
and introduce myself earlier.
ANNA: I just wanted
to say thank you
for looking after
my son over there.
He was my brother.
We looked after each other.
He'd been struggling
for months over there.
We planned ahead. We found a
treatment facility in California.
The guy who runs this place,
uh, he was a soldier.
He's been doing it for 30 years.
So if you know anybody
who needs...
ADAM: Thank you.
I'm really glad you're here.
When did she become friends
with Doster's wife?
When he took over our platoon.
Does she know that he took
your place on the rig?
No.
Let's go, bro.
Can we go?
I thought you were on Klonopin.
It doesn't work.
None of it works.
Will liked to hunt,
so we're going hunting.
Will liked to hunt,
so we're going hunting.
Be careful.
I'm Captain Careful.
(OBJECTS CLATTERING)
Let's go shoot something.
Nobody knows you fought unless you
got your fucking arm blown off.
I'd take it.
I'd rather be a hero with my
ass blown off than this shit.
I don't even
feel like me anymore.
I guess you don't know
what I mean.
You don't got stress.
You're good, right?
I don't think that guy lost
his arm picking flowers, man.
What the fuck does that mean?
It means we don't know
shit about him.
Would you rather
lose your leg than this?
Below the knee?
Nah, above the knee.
Fuck it. I'll take it.
How about your ear?
Can I still hear?
No. But you can still
finger-fuck it.
And you can hear
out of your other ear.
(CHUCKLES)
But I won't look like no war hero,
just some freak with no ear.
Hey, what was that... You remember
that Bravo who got his lips blown off?
Who? Pussy face?
Yeah, pussy face.
(LAUGHING) Oh, fuck.
That's what you want?
Hell no.
You remember what you said
to me the day Doster died?
When we were
dragging him inside?
I remember his skin was so
burnt it was falling off.
The smell.
You don't remember
what you said?
No, bro, I don't remember shit.
My memory is shot.
What did I say?
You said that none of it would have
happened if I'd have been there.
That's a fucked thing
to say, man.
(GUN COCKS)
All right, I'm gonna scare
them towards the water.
You push up from that bend.
(NIGHT VISION GOGGLES
POWERING UP)
(RUSTLING)
(NIGHT VISION GOGGLES
POWERING UP)
(WHISPERING) Solo!
Hey!
Solo!
(RUSTLING)
Hey, you trying
to get fucking shot?
What? What the fuck are
you doing out there?
I wasn't out there.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Yeah, you were.
I saw you out there.
I didn't even make it out there.
It's too dark.
I forgot my goggles.
I saw you.
No, you didn't.
Wasn't me.
(CLATTERS)
You all right?
No, man, I'm not all right.
Fuck!
I still taste his blood.
I carried him down those stairs.
I can still taste his blood.
What do we do?
(SNIFFLES)
We get some help.
Yeah.
Okay.
SASKIA:
Are you coming to bed?
Yeah.
(TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)
Think I'm gonna try and
find a job early tomorrow.
(SIGHS)
Okay.
You all right?
I'm good.
You got mud everywhere...
So clean up.
Come to bed.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Alea's pregnant.
Yeah? Nice, man,
that's great!
Hell yeah!
You're gonna do great,
seriously.
Kids change everything.
I'm gonna name him after me
so I don't forget his name.
Can I have your VA card, sir?
My VA card?
Mmm-hmm.
What? Am I supposed to
have one of those?
If you don't have one, you need
to go to the second floor.
Okay?
You understand?
Special forces guy was telling
me ecstasy cures all this shit.
(SCOFFS) Yeah?
What the hell are we doing here?
COLONEL PLYMOUTH:
Sergeant Schumann.
ADAM: Yes, sir.
At ease.
I didn't recognise you
in civvies.
I don't recognise myself
sometimes either, sir.
Got out a few months back.
Why'd you go and do that?
The wife. I was downrange
three times with two kids.
Roger that.
What's this line you're in?
We're applying for
service connection, sir.
Shoe, you were
my hammer out there.
Don't let these young guys
see you fold like this.
It's bad for morale.
Bad for Big Army.
ADAM: That shiny medal
mother-fucker.
He didn't do our war.
He wasn't fucking
kicking in doors.
He fought his war
at a fucking computer.
Anybody home?
Fuck it.
(RUSTLING)
(JAX SHOUTING)
(JAX SHOUTING)
ADAM: Eggs,
no chocolate chips.
ZOE: Come on, Jaxy,
just sing it.
SASKIA: Hurry up, Zoe.
We gotta get to school.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Will's mum gave me the number to
this treatment facility out west.
Out west?
California.
Fuck!
This shit could give me PTSD.
MAN: This is our care package.
Fill it out,
and on review,
you'll be directed to
a primary care physician
and psychiatrist.
How long does that take?
Usually 12 weeks,
but we're in arrears so...
Arrears?
Yeah, we're backed up. It
could be six to nine months.
Are you kidding?
(CHUCKLES)
You think these guys
can wait that long?
Excuse me?
I said, how many of
these guys in this room
do you think will make it
six to nine months?
If you're finished...
No, I'm not finished, man.
Look. We need to
see somebody, okay?
You're feeding me this
fucking arrears bullshit.
My boy here fought his ass off.
All right? He did his job,
now do yours.
I'll see him. Okay?
I've got 20 minutes
left on my lunch.
Just have him
come around the side.
Okay. Thank you.
All right, look alive.
You're up.
What about you?
Nah, you go first.
I'll get the next one.
MS. SANDERS: It says here you're
having trouble remembering.
Can you tell me the date?
It's May.
Good. How about
day and date?
Thursday.
Today is Wednesday, May 7th.
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
Are you having
any suicidal ideation?
I... I just wanna
get back to my unit.
It must be hard to be separated
from your brothers like that.
Yeah.
We're having a baby.
That's great!
So you'll have a new unit.
Do you remember the date?
Yeah, you said,
uh, Thursday, May.
So we're having
a little trouble with that.
Let's try word association.
To me, the word Wednesday
sounds like wedding day.
I always wanted a big wedding.
Did you have a wedding?
Yes, ma'am.
So when I ask you
what day it is,
I want you to think
of your wedding.
(SIGHS)
Are you still having nightmares?
Sometimes I see Doster.
He's on fire.
But mostly, I'm awake.
You see him when you're awake?
The smell.
Do you remember what day it is?
Wednesday, wedding day.
Good job.
You see, that's great, and we can
use that to remember anything.
So you could
help me fill this out?
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
I'm sorry, I'm booked with
patients during my lunch all week.
Can your wife help us?
I... I haven't told her.
You gotta share this with her.
(SNIFFLES)
ALEA: (READING) "Have you used
drugs other than those required
"for medical reasons?"
Never. (CHUCKLES)
"Are you always able to stop
using drugs when you want?"
Mostly.
They're drugs.
That's a stupid question.
"Have drugs ever created a problem
between you and your spouse?“
No.
You were arrested
for possession four times.
That wasn't a problem?
Well, we weren't married.
(CHUCKLES)
Okay, the next section is
"Exposure to Combat Scale."
"Were you ever
under enemy fire?"
I feel like I am right now.
Hey. Baby,
you're doing good.
"Were you ever
pinned down?"
No.
"How often did you
fire rounds at the enemy?"
Uh... I was
supposed to count?
Options are, "Never.
"One to two times.
Three to 12 times.
"Thirteen to 50 times.
Over 50."
Over 50.
(CHAIR SCRAPING)
"How often did you see someone get
hit by incoming or outgoing rounds?“
"Never. One to two times.
"Three to 12 times.
"Thirteen to 50.
"Over 50."
(SCREAMING)
ALEA: Solo.
Hey.
(ZOE AND ADAM
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
ZOE: You're silly.
ADAM: You're silly.
ADAM: You know
I built this, right?
ZOE: Yeah, sure...
I really wanna come in,
so how do I get in?
(ADAM CONTINUES
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Come in!
Ready? Ready?
Oh, it's nice in here.
I know.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
Damn! Look at you.
Where'd that come from?
Don't worry about it.
(BED RATTLING)
(GUNFIRE ECHOING)
(GUNSHOT)
Get off! (PANTING)
What happened?
What did I do?
I don't understand.
Tell me what to do.
I need you to talk to me, Adam.
It's time.
I've given you months!
I thought we were broke,
and you're buying fucking lingerie!
I thought you were fine.
You're lying to me!
I found your VA questionnaire!
Everything's a lie!
I'm not lying.
You're fucked up!
You're not looking for a job!
You're sick,
and I can't do anything
if you don't fucking
talk to me, Adam!
I have to be sick
or I can't get my benefits.
So you don't want to die?
It was multiple choice,
and you said you wanted to die.
Was that a lie?
Hmm?
Adam.
(SIGHS)
I don't know.
I wanna go to the VA
with you next time.
All right.
Adam talked about a treatment
place in California.
Could I go there?
MS. SANDERS: Look,
the problem is,
is the army doesn't have record of
you participating in this incident
that caused your TBI,
so I can't get you service connected.
What? There's no record?
You didn't report an injury
at the time of the incident.
Doster was dead.
I dragged him out.
They're denying benefits
until we prove that you
were in the Humvee.
We need to go back to your COs
and get written testimony.
They don't believe I was there?
We just need to go back
and get proof.
SERGEANT MOZER: Come on,
Specialist, sit down.
Do you know why this is the
greatest country on the planet?
I'll tell you. It's because
with a click of a finger,
I can order 20 pounds of beef
and have it delivered
to my door in 24 hours.
The terrorists cannot do that.
And that is why they will never win.
So, sounds like you got
some bad paper.
Yes, sir.
I'm glad that
you're seeking treatment
because we got 22 veterans
a day killing themselves.
And I don't get it.
Warriors get stressed.
We know this.
But this obsession
to end your own life,
I can't wrap my head around it.
We don't want you to be
a statistic though, do we?
No, sir.
You signed up during wartime,
you got yourself a war.
But they don't believe
that I was there, sir.
They're as wrong as two
boys fucking in church.
Give me that file.
Let me see what you got.
(SIGHS)
I just need a statement saying
that I was driving the rig
when Doster was hit, sir.
American Samoa?
Where is that?
South Pacific, sir.
It's a territory.
So does that make you a...
A citizen, or...
How does that work?
I was able to apply for citizenship
after basic training, sir.
I'm going for the New Yorks.
Fuck it. You know?
Yeah. Boom.
Boom. Boom.
(ENGINE ROARING)
(ENGINE ROARING)
Why are you
braking? Why?
(TIRES SQUEALING)
You'd have done great
in Iraq, babe.
We never slowed down.
We just ran them over.
Did you drive?
I rode shotgun
and looked for the IEDs.
They'd hide them
in trash like that or...
Once they got smarter, they just
started cementing them in curbs.
So when you see trash
on the road here...
I look.
That's the first real thing
you've told me about the war.
I feel so much better now.
SASKIA: Hey,
don't be an ass-hole.
Two Army Commendation Medals.
An Army Achievement Medal.
Impressive.
You never told me about those.
Is there a specific incident
that troubles you?
Maybe a name?
Emory.
What happened with Emory?
I dropped him.
I was carrying him.
I dropped him.
And they had to cut two
inches of his brain out.
And then Doster happened.
What happened to Doster?
Why don't you tell us
our options?
There is no cure for trauma.
But we can learn to manage it.
Long-term care
has the best results,
but every facility is different.
Some are four weeks,
some are nine months.
What works for one person
may not work for another.
But all these places are
equally difficult to get into.
So the smartest thing to do
would be to apply everywhere
and cross our fingers.
Cross our fingers?
There are hundreds of thousands
of men and women seeking help.
But he's a veteran.
That's what I mean.
There are hundreds of thousands
of veterans seeking help.
Will we get priority
to places closest to us?
I'm afraid not.
What do we do in the meantime?
What if I had a job?
I think a job would help.
A job is good.
Your benefits won't be kicking in
for another couple of months, so...
Another couple months?
Wow!
What the fuck is
going on around here?
(SIGHS)
I have a position
at a heavy ordnance range.
He wants to kill himself,
and you want him
to work at a gun range?
It's a tank range.
You think I could kill
myself with a tank?
Maybe.
It would take
some serious planning.
Well, you're pretty
fucking resourceful.
(CHUCKLES)
I used to be good at that.
At what?
Making you laugh.
(SNIFFLING)
Was I laughing?
(CRIES)
You should have told me
I was married to a hero.
I'm not a hero.
(SIGHS) Hero enough.
I just wanna get back
into our house.
Me, too.
We're not that far off.
Oh, yeah? Did you win the
Powerball and not tell me?
Amanda loaned us some money.
Amanda Doster?
Yeah. We were at Will's
funeral and she offered.
What the fuck are you doing?
I told her we were trying
to get back into our house.
Do you not fucking get that she has
that money because her husband's dead?
And that her husband
is dead because of me?
What the fuck, SASKIA?
(SIGHS)
Fucking Christ.
(SIGHS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
What's up, homie?
What you want?
I got nickels, dimes,
two finger sacks.
What about some ecstasy?
Some ecstasy? Man,
I don't sell that right here.
Get the fuck out of here.
Come on, man. Roll it up.
Who I gotta see?
Fuck does that mean? Fuck, is you 12?
Show me some bread, dawg.
I got some pills.
I don't fucking take pills.
I look like a fucking pawn shop
or something to you, nigga?
Well, you look like your fucking
balls ain't dropped. Huh?
What you...
How about this, mother-fucker?
(WOMEN SHOUTING)
(DOGS GROWLING)
(MEN SHOUTING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
What up, Big Army?
You're all out of pocket here.
How'd you know I was military?
Yeah, I stormed that desert
myself back in '91.
24th Infantry.
All right.
Did you get it on waivers?
You got that look.
Army saved my life.
What they doing for you now?
Gotta make your own way now.
MAN: Oh, yeah!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
You know where I can
score some ecstasy?
Ecstasy? (CHUCKLES) Man, does
this look like a god-damn rave?
It's not for a rave.
It's for an injury.
Shit, if you're injured, man,
doctors up there at Fort Riley
giving out that Oxy
like it's candy.
It's not that kind of injury.
(DOGS GROWLING)
(MEN CLAMOURING)
You was all in it, weren't you?
Did you lose some guys?
Or are you one of them
murdering mother-fuckers?
(DOGS GROWLING)
(MEN SHOUTING)
(DOG YELPING)
(DOG WHIMPERING)
(DOG WHIMPERING)
(DOG MOANING)
(WHISPERING)
Hey, buddy. It's okay.
It's all right. I got you.
It's okay.
It's okay, it's okay.
I got you.
ADAM: Was this
dog fight downtown?
Yeah, mate. You're gonna be
all right, buddy. I got you.
ADAM: Can't be going down there, man.
You got a kid coming.
(DOG WHIMPERS)
Hey, stop moving, man.
You're vibrating the whole damn table.
Do you remember the dogs
in Rustamiyah?
That runt that went on raids?
Little Caesar.
He was Emory's dog, wasn't he?
You ever talk to him?
No.
Do you think he's like us?
I just told you, man.
Haven't fucking talked to him.
(BREATH ES HEAVILY)
Do you remember what
that Iraqi cop did to Caesar?
Yeah.
I wanted to kill
that mother-fucker.
Two guys in Bravo got back at him.
You hear about that?
No. What did they do?
Same shit he did to Caesar.
Held him down and snipped his fucking
Achilles with a bolt cutter.
Fuck, yeah.
(SHUDDERING)
Fuck. (SNIVELS)
We're gonna be all right, man.
We're gonna get in a treatment
facility somewhere.
And then what?
Huh? J...
Just goes away?
What is that?
It's a dog.
I can see that. Why is it
here and not at a vet?
It... It's a fighting dog.
They won't let dogs like this in.
(SIGHS)
(SCOFFS)
Were you outside of
Amanda's earlier tonight?
Nope.
SASKIA: She said you were.
She saw your truck.
Well, if you weren't sucking money off
her, you probably wouldn't fucking care.
I care about you, not her.
The dog has to go.
It's a pit bull. We have kids.
(GRUNTS)
(BREATH ES HEAVILY)
(CLATTERING)
We're not allowed dogs
in our apartment.
(CHUCKLES)
Well, shit.
I guess I got a dog.
(ARMY CHATTER)
(PLANE WHOOSHING)
(ARMY CHATTER)
(PLANE WHOOSHING)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hello?
(GUNFIRE)
Something's burning.
ALEA.
(SCREAMS)
Fuck! No!
(GRUNTING)
Oh, my God! No! Solo!
(GRUNTING)
(YELLING)
(GRUNTS)
(THUDDING)
(CRYING) Mum, call the police!
(WHISPERS) It's okay.
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(THUDS)
(JAX WAILING)
Oh, my God, the baby!
ADAM: I'm so sorry.
SASKIA: Jaxy,
come here, baby.
It's okay.
Mummy's got you.
What happened? Did you drop him?
I don't know.
(SHUSHING)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Get away from us, Adam.
It's okay, Jaxy.
Momma's here.
Mummy's here.
I'm right here.
I know. I know.
(JAX CONTINUES WAILING)
I'm sorry.
I fell asleep.
It's okay, Jaxson.
Mummy's here.
I'm right here. I know.
(SHUSHES)
(KEYS JANGLING)
Baby.
(ALEA SNIFFLING)
You need help. You... (SIGHS)
You have to go away.
SOLO: I'm sorry.
You've got to go.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
OFFICER: Police!
I can't help you, Sol.
(KNOCKING CONTINUES)
I can't help you.
(SNIFFLING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(SNIFFLING)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(EXHALES)
(CRYING)
(GULPS)
(SHUDDERS)
(EXHALES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
DANTE: What up, Big Army?
Still looking for Molly?
Who?
(CHUCKLES)
Ecstasy.
I got your medicine.
Get your ass in the car.
DANTE: Are you some
kind of island nigga?
Samoan.
Damn, SaMo,
you looking raggedy, man.
I got your shit, but here's
what I need from you.
I give you a car and an address.
You park the goods
and walk away.
That's it?
That's it.
Why don't these guys do it?
'Cause these are my guys, and you're
just some grunt nobody recognizes.
And if shit gets hairy, oh, you
can Rambo your way out of it.
I need shoes.
(LAUGHTER)
Hey, Jay, man,
stop by the Big 5.
Let's get this big
mother-fucker a pair of shoes.
(LINE RINGING)
SASKIA: Adam?
Is Jax okay?
He's fine.
Where are you?
I'm in Arkansas.
Arkansas? Why?
I need to find Emory.
Babe, I can't live like this.
Adam, I'm gonna get this job,
and we're gonna move
back into our house.
We can move in right away.
It'll be like
we're starting over.
Does that sound good?
That sounds great.
I love you.
Love you, too.
(KNOCKS ON DOOR)
Hey, Emory, it's Shoe.
EMORY: Come on in.
(TV PLAYING)
What's up, man?
Where you at?
Right here.
There's my man.
(CHUCKLES)
You got skinny.
Really? Did I?
Hell, yeah.
Skinnier than you were.
You got kind of fat.
(CHUCKLES)
(LAUGHS) Got fat, did I?
Yeah.
The fuck.
You just fucking show up, huh?
Yeah, what do you want me to do?
You ain't got no phone.
Fuck you talking? I got a phone
right there. I got Internet.
What the fuck did you think? You think I'm
just living out here eating fucking squirrels?
Yeah, maybe.
Dude, come on.
Give me a hand with this.
I gotta get this shit on.
You need some help?
Hell, yeah.
I've been trying to get
this fucking thing
on all morning.
Yeah, man.
Let's go.
It is physically impossible
to put that on by yourself.
All right. God, man,
you just tell me what to do.
Yeah. Yeah, there it is.
Yeah. Nice and snug.
(GRUNTS)
All right, come on.
Get up in there.
Put some fucking muscle
in it, Shoe.
(CHUCKLES)
You good?
Yeah? Yeah, more?
All right, man.
(GRUNTS) There it is.
Shit, how do you usually
get this thing on?
Fucking roll around on the floor,
waiting for my nurse.
Here. Right over there.
All right. There?
Yup. (GRUNTS)
There it is. Now pull
that around there.
Come on.
All right.
(GRUNTS)
Yeah.
Something like that?
Yeah. Tight.
(CHUCKLES) You're gonna
break a rib, man.
(GRUNTS)
All right.
(SIGHS) Piece of cake.
(GRUNTING)
(CLEARS THROAT)
So I heard Will shot himself.
Yeah.
He didn't say shit either, man.
So we had no idea.
You know?
(SIGHS)
So you come
down here to save me?
No, man.
I came down to see you.
To see how my boy's doing.
(ENGINE REVVING)
(EMORY WHOOPING)
EMORY: Yeah, boy!
Yeah, boy! Yeah!
(LAUGHS)
Fuck, you know,
you drive like my wife, man.
Watch this! (GRUNTS)
Oh, I scared mine off.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah? I bet.
Yeah.
One night I woke up, I had
my hands around her neck.
(CHUCKLING) I said I was gonna
kill her, dude. Swear to God.
She didn't like that?
Fuck, no. She didn't
like that, dude.
They don't like that.
It's good to see you, dude.
Yeah, good to see you too, man.
That's how I get
my tits off, dude.
Get them off!
(WHOOPING)
I fucking love it, dude.
Hey, let me ask you.
What's with all this trash?
Oh, you're still looking
for the bomb, huh?
Why didn't you look me
up sooner, dude?
I should have.
I dropped my kid last night.
My baby boy, man. I...
I was supposed to hold him,
SASKIA gave him to me,
I fell asleep like a shit-bag.
Fell right off.
So, you know, dropped him,
started thinking about you.
He's gonna be all right, you know?
But I dropped you, and...
And I'm not
all right? Hmm?
Why don't you help me piss?
(EMORY GRUNTING)
That fall took out my left side.
(URINATING)
You know that, dude?
It wasn't the sniper round
they took out of my head
or that two inches
they cut out of my brain,
it was you fucking dropping me.
Is that what you think, dude?
(CHUCKLES) That the shit
you told yourself?
(LAUGHS)
You didn't drop me
off a fucking building, dude.
Well, you were alive
and then you weren't.
(GRUNTS) I'm alive now,
mother-fucker.
Hey, you need
another one, buddy?
Hey, you need
another one, buddy?
Hell, yeah, I need another one.
The fuck you think?
You don't think
I need another one?
I got you.
All right.
They're fucked up, dude.
Hey, you see where
the shot came from?
Someone did.
Solo? Solo did.
Yeah, you couldn't
get the bastards?
No, I was carrying
you down, man.
You were.
Fuck, I should've
went after him.
Me and you were the tallest
ones on that rooftop, dude.
They go for the tall ones.
Yup.
You know, I think about that.
What if I was short?
I wonder if I'd still
be like this. (CHUCKLES)
I think about that, dude.
Nah, but you'd be short.
You'd have to live the rest of
your life as a short guy, man.
Dude, I'm tall as fuck, dude.
I can't stand up on my own
but I'm tall as fuck.
(LAUGHING)
The girls, they love that.
Yeah.
You saved my life.
I dropped you.
I'm alive because of you.
I know this don't look like
much of a life,
but every morning
I get up, I'm grateful.
I'm grateful I'm alive.
(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING
ON SPEAKERS)
There he is.
You rolling?
How you feel?
Good.
Feel good.
Yeah.
Man, I came back
to the same shit.
No job, no help, nothing.
We're out there fighting their wars for
shit that we ain't even got over here.
But we fighters.
We make do.
Yeah.
Yeah.
You ready to go again?
You straight?
Yeah, I'm good.
You better be.
'Cause this is real right here.
You don't be fucking this up.
These boys are waiting.
You got an hour.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hello?
Hi, Adam. This is Fred Gusman
from Pathway Home in California.
I've got your DD 214 here.
In your message, you said
you're looking to get into
a facility as soon as possible.
Yes, sir.
Good. Well, then,
let's get you out here.
We can get you
on a bus tomorrow.
You ready to commit to this?
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(GRUNTS)
Fuck!
(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)
Hello?
WOMAN: Is this Tausolo Aieti?
Who's this?
I'm a nurse calling
from Geary Community.
Your wife is in labour.
She arrived by ambulance,
and there are
some complications,
so we're having
to rush her into surgery.
The... The baby.
(STAMMERS) Is the baby okay?
She just asked you
to get here right away, sir.
Where?
That's Geary Community Hospital.
Where is it?
We're just off Horne Street.
Horne Street. (STAMMERS) Horne Street,
like a, like a car horn.
That's right, sir.
ALEA Aieti.
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
You all right?
Come meet your boy.
I thought you were...
It's okay.
Come here.
(SIGHS)
(SPEAKING SAMOAN)
(COOING)
Talofa, little man.
Did you tell Emory
you dropped him?
Yeah.
Is he like us?
He's tough as hell, man.
Wish you could've seen him.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)
I got a bed at that treatment
centre in California.
So you're leaving.
Yeah.
Leave tonight.
They're gonna ask you
about Doster.
You gonna tell them how fucked
it was you weren't there?
Do you wanna know fucked?
The Humvee was burning,
and I got all the guys out.
We were huddled in a ditch,
but I forgot Doster.
I forgot he was with us.
Only for a second,
but by the time I got back...
It was too late.
How come you never told me that?
'Cause you never asked.
None of this would have
happened if you were there.
You would have seen the bomb.
You don't forget.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)
Why aren't you answering that?
Look at how perfect he is.
I can't name him after me.
He's too perfect.
DANTE: (ON PHONE)
You fucked up, SaMo.
You think we don't know
where you at?
There's a liquor store
on Pinkerton.
Park behind the liquor store
and leave the keys.
And when I drop this,
then we're done.
You cost me 30 grand, SaMo.
Hell, yeah, we done.
Liquor store on Pinkerton.
Liquor store on Pinkerton.
Liquor store on Pinkerton.
Pink liquor.
Pink liquor. Pink liquor.
Liquor store on Pinkerton.
(SIGHS) I love you, Zoe.
Daddy's gonna be home soon,
all right?
But what if she gets scared?
Who?
Your doll? (CHUCKLES)
You just tell her that
everything's gonna be all right.
But that doesn't work, Dad.
Well, this time it will.
(LINE RINGING)
ADAM: (ON PHONE)
Hey, man, everything okay?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm all right,
bro. I just, uh...
I just got into some shit.
What kind of shit?
Some guys...
I got something
that belongs to them.
If I get out of this, Shoe, I
should probably leave here a while.
Where you at?
I'm under that bridge.
Wait there for me, okay?
I'm on my way.
Okay, Zoe, I need you to
be good for Mummy, okay?
ZOE: Okay, Daddy.
Is everything all right?
Love you.
I'll call you from the bus.
SOLO: Pink liquor. Pink liquor.
Park behind pink liquor.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)
Come on,
answer your fucking phone.
(ENGINE REVVING)
(GUNSHOTS)
(CAR ALARMS BLARING)
(PANTING)
(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)
DANTE: Get the fuck out
and check.
Fuck!
(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)
(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)
DANTE: Fuck, cops' coming!
Fall back! Let's go!
(SIRENS WAILING)
(BREATH ES HEAVILY)
Hey, what the fuck's going on?
Fucked up.
What do you mean?
Are you hurt?
Are you all right?
(STUTTERS) I don't know what I'm doing, Shoe.
I'm... I'm... I'm fucked.
(SNIFFLING)
(EXHALES)
All right, I'm getting
you out of here.
You're gonna take my place
in the treatment facility.
We're swapping spots.
That's all this is.
And what about you?
Don't worry about me. First bed
opens up, I'm gonna get out there.
And my wife and my boy, bro.
I got 'em. You trust me?
I'm gonna take care of them.
Can't leave you.
You're getting on this bus.
Maybe you're just
too afraid to go.
(INHALES SHARPLY)
Maybe.
Can't leave you behind, Shoe.
We're not downrange, man.
It's not how it works, all right?
You take what comes.
So I go and get better
while you sit here. Broken.
I'll figure it out.
Don't worry about me.
Yeah.
Get your ass on this bus.
Ugh...
(CLICKS TONGUE)
We had some bad days, bro.
Maybe that's all they were.
Just bad days.
We had some good days, too.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Hey, Fred, it's Adam.
I, uh, sent somebody in my place.
Can you give him my bed?
Uh, okay. Well, we'll get him squared away.
But where does that leave you?
I don't know what you mean.
Well, you were finally gonna get
some help and you gave it away.
How does that feel?
I, uh... I feel alone, man.
Yeah, they're gone, you know?
Everyone's gone, I'm still here.
All right, talking about this
isn't gonna cure you,
but it can buy you some relief.
You've gotta open this up.
You gotta share it.
(SIGHS)
(GIRLS CHATTERING)
Now don't come out too far,
'cause it's chilly, okay?
Adam?
Everything okay?
(SIGHS)
ADAM: I don't know how much James
talked about the guys in our platoon,
but I can't tell you how your husband died.
Unless I tell you about Emory.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Stop the truck.
What you got?
SOLDIER: (ON RADIO) Hey, One-One,
what's the hold up, up there?
I don't see nothing, man.
Shoe don't see it.
He feels it.
This is One-One,
alternate route.
We're gonna hang a left
here on Dead Girl Road.
SOLDIER: Copy that.
Who named that street?
We did.
You don't remember her?
All right, let's go.
(LOUD WHISTLING)
SOLDIER 2: RPG!
(INDISTINCT YELLING)
Let's go! Engine's down!
All right. Building 20. Move!
Come on!
Go, go, go! Move! (GUNFIRE)
SOLDIER: (ON RADIO) Where'd that come from?
Where'd it come from?
EMORY: Stairway to heaven.
ADAM: Go, go, move. Move.
SOLO: Stick with me.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
EMORY: Where'd they go?
ADAM: Fuck.
SOLDIER: (ON RADIO) What's your
status, One-One? I need a status.
We've got a haji fire escape.
Where the hell...
SOLDIER: (ON RADIO)
Sitrep, One-One, now!
This is One-One. We're clear on
Building 20. Building 20 is green.
Roger. Set security
and take over-watch.
QRF's still five minutes out.
This is fucking Charlie
Foxtrot bullshit, man.
Oh, I gotta get juicy.
That's why you don't
eat Indian food in...
(GUNSHOT)
Man down!
(GUNFIRE)
Hang on, Emory, I got you.
Fuck!
ADAM: I put us on that roof.
Those were my orders.
I got you, buddy, come on.
He took a bullet for it.
(GRUNTING)
Then I dropped him.
I choked on his blood...
(PANTING)
...and I fucking dropped him.
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(PANTING)
(POP MUSIC PLAYING
ON SPEAKERS)
Can't stop looking at it.
(SINGING)
That is just so typically me
Oh, baby, baby
Oops, I did it again
I played with your heart
Got lost in the game
Oh, baby, baby Oops...
How you boys holding up?
Any update on Emory?
Emory has a tough road ahead.
But, uh, I think there's
a real good chance
they'll get him home
with a heartbeat.
Then what happens?
Give us a minute, Solo.
(SIGHS)
Happy birthday, dude!
(LIVELY CHATTER)
Hey! Knock it off!
Listen, as leaders,
we make decisions.
I made the wrong call.
You changed the route.
There was another
engagement. You...
You have to trust
your instincts.
(SNIFFLES)
My instincts were wrong.
Listen, I'm signed up
for a video link up
tomorrow morning with my wife,
but I want you to take my call,
and I want to take
your place on patrol.
Can't let you do that.
Sure you can.
No, those are my guys.
I should be out there.
Take the day off.
Sergeant, that's my patrol.
Schumann,
you're sitting this one out.
(VEHICLES APPROACHING)
(HORNS BLARING)
SOLDIER: Medic! Medic!
ADAM: What happened?
What happened?
SOLO: We got hit!
Medic!
ADAM: Who is it? Who is it?
That's Doster!
He was in your seat!
SOLDIER: Medic!
Fuck!
Oh, fuck! Get him, get him!
Let's go, go, go! Get him in!
SOLO: Where were you, man?
(CLAMOURING)
SOLO: None of this would have
happened if you were there, Shoe.
(PANTING)
None of this would have
happened if you were there.
STAFF SERGEANT WACHTER:
Private Waller.
Here, First Sergeant.
Sergeant White.
SERGEANT WHITE:
Here, First Sergeant.
Specialist Aieti.
Here, First Sergeant.
Sergeant Schumann.
Here, First Sergeant.
Sergeant Doster.
Sergeant James Doster.
Sergeant First Class
James D. Doster.
Present arms.
(BUGLE PLAYING)
(SIGHS) God, Adam.
Amanda, he took my seat.
That was supposed to be me.
But it wasn't you.
You're still here.
James wouldn't
want this for you.
He would want you to live.
You live.
That's how you honour him.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(SNIFFLES)
(JAX CRYING)
Jaxy, singing.
Zoe.
ADAM: I'm home.
ZOE: Daddy's home!
ADAM: Hey, sweetheart.
(MOURNFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
I had purpose
and I loved it.
(GUNSHOTS ECHOING)
I rode shotgun in a lead Humvee
and I looked for bombs.
You don't see the bomb
unless they want you to.
You sense it.
You just know.
I avoided the bomb that day.
But led us right into an ambush.
That's how Emory happened.
EMORY: Clear.
(GUNS FIRING IN DISTANCE)
Fuck.
(GUNSHOT)
Man down!
Hang on, Emory.
I got you!
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
(ADAM GRUNTING)
Hang on, Emory.
Hang on. I got you.
(EMORY GROANING)
Hang on, buddy. Hang on!
(CONTINUOUS GROANING)
(ADAM GRUNTING)
(PANTING)
(RETCHES)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
(MAN LAUGHING)
Oh, my God.
Why are fat people so funny?
I swear, the funniest
fuckers that ever lived
they're always fat mother-fuckers,
you know?
Is that why you're getting out?
You're gonna get fat?
Yeah. Yeah,
I'm getting fat.
Chappelle isn't fat.
Then you got Chris Rock.
No, no, no,
you're doing a black thing.
What?
I'm doing a black thing?
You're doing a black thing.
No, I'm not, man.
What? Black don't count?
I'm doing the funny thing.
Yeah, nice try, SaMo.
You're barely black. I've seen you naked.
Ooh! (CHUCKLES)
I've seen your weak shit too, boy.
One-and-done,
and didn't see shit.
Yeah, you been one-and-done
your whole life.
This my second deployment,
dumb fuck.
If you had any fucking brains up there,
it'd be your fucking last.
Fuck that.
Army saved my life.
Yeah. Okay.
So, when's the
bachelor party, champ?
Oh, man. I can't
have a bachelor party.
You've seen me drunk.
Yeah, you'd fuck a blister.
(CHUCKLES)
So what?
No. My girl's
not into it.
I just don't want to
fuck this up, all right?
So much for balls, man.
The bachelor party is none of her business,
all right? That's our thing.
Look, I want you guys to come meet
her before the wedding though.
Shit, this guy, that's all he talked
about for the past 11 months.
I feel like I'm married to her.
Dude, in that fucking video,
when you're going like that and...
(EXCLAIMING)
Fuck you, man!
You serious?
Yeah.
If she found out you saw that...
Seriously.
I just didn't know you're left-handed.
That's... (CHUCKLES)
Guys, don't fuck with me, man.
Seriously, don't fuck with me.
Hey, nobody saw shit, all right?
That stays here.
It's a fucking joke, okay?
OPSEC.
(BILLY SIGHS)
But it was a pretty great video.
(BOTH LAUGH)
(ALL CHEERING)
(ALL CHEERING)
Hey, stay off
the streets, all right?
I'm back in the sand
in three months.
That's not what I said.
Private Morgan.
PFC Waller.
Thank you.
Sergeant Schumann.
Welcome home, Sergeant Schumann.
Specialist Aieti.
(CHEERING CONTINUES)
Sergeant Schumann,
I'm Amanda Doster.
I need you to tell me
how my husband died.
Sergeant Doster, James Doster.
Were you there when he died?
No.
Did he suffer? What did he say?
I need to know.
Tell me how my husband died.
(BABBLING)
Can we get a pie?
Of course we can.
Eat your dinner first.
You girls look so pretty.
(JAX COOING)
What about Jaxy?
And Jaxy, yeah!
That's a sweet little
jumper there, buddy.
(JAX CONTINUES COOING)
I can't believe Amanda did that.
She ruined everything.
Doesn't matter.
We wanted to make it
nice for you.
It is nice.
It was supposed to be perfect.
We wanted it to be perfect.
It is perfect.
I'm here. I got all my limbs.
I got all my pieces
with my favourite girls, and Jax.
It's perfect, baby.
(TRAIN HORN BLARING)
I wanna have a baby, Sol.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
You can't wait till we're home?
(CHUCKLES)
(SPEAKS SAMOAN)
You are getting out, right?
They'll probably come after
me to re-enlist, but...
Solo.
I'm just saying.
MAN: You back from Iraq?
Yes, sir.
Eleven months and 19 days.
You kick some ass over there?
Yeah. Yeah, man.
SASKIA: Where are you going?
I wanna swing by the old house.
Are you trying to
make yourself crazy?
Maybe.
How are the renters?
I'd like them a whole lot more if they
didn't live in our fucking house.
They're not watering my lawn.
We'd probably still live here
if you hadn't bought that pool.
Our kids are gonna learn
to swim in that pool.
Oh, yeah?
Are they gonna learn how to
swim when they're teenagers?
Where did that come from?
We're getting back
in this house.
Hello?
Tracey?
Tray!
Baby!
Fuck!
(ON VOICEMAIL)
This is Tracey.
Please leave a message and I'll
get back to you when I can.
Tracey, where are you?
Where's our furniture?
I'm trying not to freak out,
but I just got back
and the electricity's off,
my debit card isn't working.
Can you call me?
I love you. Just...
Just call me, all right?
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(ON VOICEMAIL)
This is Tracey.
Please leave a message and I'll
get back to you when I can.
Tracey, where the fuck are you?
ADAM: How much we save
by living here?
SASKIA: Not enough.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
Am I getting laid or what?
Oh, yeah, you're getting laid.
In fact, I might lay
an egg up in here.
No more eggs
or seeds or any of that.
Come on, you don't
want another one?
Let's see how you feel after
a weekend alone with them.
And where do you think
you're going?
Hmm...
Hmm?
You left three times.
Now it's my turn.
Well, I'm not leaving again.
I'm home for good.
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Do you remember who we
were before all this?
A couple of dumb, horny kids.
Pretty much.
Still dumb and horny.
With a couple kids.
(METALLIC SCRAPING)
(METALLIC SCRAPING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
How long you been up?
It's already 4:00 p.m.
in Baghdad.
You guys ready
for some hotcakes?
(SIZZLING)
Are you chewing gum?
When did you become
a gum chewer?
Tell me you didn't
miss my pancakes.
It smells good.
I need you to
watch the kids today.
Can you handle them
for a couple hours?
Yeah. Sure can.
All right.
I got some bacon here.
It's you and me today, Zoe.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
And Jax.
And the Jax-man.
Got it.
I was thinking
my mum could babysit tonight
and we could go to the speedway.
You know I like that.
Hey...
I'm gonna stop by
the golf course later,
see if they need any greens-men.
Okay.
What?
It's a kid's job.
Same job I had before.
You were just in charge
of a dozen men
and now you're gonna mow grass?
Hey, can you turn that off, Zoe?
No.
All right.
Got one chocolate chip
smiley face pancake for you.
I hate chocolate.
You do?
Yes, silly bum-bum.
Hey!
She doesn't like chocolate.
Okay. I guess
I missed that part.
What else?
Anything else that I missed?
Here you go, Specialist.
DOCTOR: What are you taking
the Somex for?
It was to sleep over there.
And what about the Propranolol?
Yeah, I don't think
I was taking that.
Are you bothered
by racing thoughts?
No, sir.
Reliving past events?
Not really.
Any lapse in memory?
Uh... I lose
stuff sometimes.
You mean, you misplace things?
Yeah, or things I was gonna do
or trying to remember if I did.
How about mood swings?
No.
When you were hit with the IED
did you experience
discharge from the ears?
I just wanna
get back to my unit.
The company physician
in Rustamiyah
documented complaints consistent
with traumatic brain injury.
I feel good.
I'm ready to go back.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENTS)
Do you want a blow job?
Right here?
If it'll make you feel better.
Don't underestimate me.
I'm tougher than you are.
So you don't have to
spare me the details
'cause you think
I can't take it.
I can take anything you can.
Anything but quiet.
It was just different this time.
Different how?
This one felt a lot longer.
Towards the end, things took
a turn and got really bad.
Were you with Doster
when he died?
No. I wasn't there.
Sometimes they get a little
crazy when we're gone, right?
You just gotta
give her a minute.
It's not like
she packed a bag, dude.
She cleaned me out.
I gotta figure this out.
Can we see that
nudie video then?
Such a dog.
What, you got a video, Shoe?
She's hot, man.
I will fuck you up.
You promise?
I swear, it's like the whole
time you're out there,
all you wanna do is come home.
Come home, and home's
just fucked, you know?
Hey. You had
a rough landing, buddy.
Yeah, fucking crash landing.
I gotta make some money.
That video, bro.
You serious?
I'll give you 20 bucks for it.
SOLO: Mmm.
You too, Shoe? Yeah?
Yeah. 20 bucks.
Maybe I'll just redeploy
with you, Solo.
Stack checks for
nine months, you know?
Hey, I'll tell you what,
I fucking love you man, okay?
But you're a bomb magnet.
You got blown up seven times.
Hey, you can come stay with me
until we square your shit up.
We should get a house.
Just us.
Man love Thursdays, every day.
That's supposed to
make me feel better?
Yeah?
Yeah.
Faggin' out with your coco ass?
Oh, my coco ass?
ADAM: Shots fired.
(SOLO CHUCKLES)
SOLO: Whoo!
Do you ever think about Emory?
Emory's alive, man.
He's back home in Arkansas.
Maybe we should go visit him.
Yeah, you should
drive down there.
Do you ever think about Doster?
Let it go.
Did they teach us that in basic?
All right.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, shit!
(SOLO EXCLAIMING)
SOLO: This is it!
Let's go, buddy.
Yeah, Will.
It's your song, boy.
(SONG CONTINUES)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(GRUNTING AND WHOOPING)
ALL: (SINGING) I don't know
why you're not there
I gave you my love,
but you don't care
So what is right
and what is wrong?
Gimme a sign
What is love?
What the...
(SHUSHING)
(LAUGHING)
(SOFTLY)
Oh, no! Oh, shit!
Hey, man.
I got kids, man.
I'm sorry, man. All right,
get your ass on the couch.
I'm not staying here, bro.
It's fucking dumb, man.
What do you mean, man?
My house is beautiful.
Come on, there you go.
That's all you.
This is me?
That's you, right there. Get!
(SHUSHING)
(LAUGHING)
Hey, man, seriously,
I'm about to kick your ass.
And take your shoes off.
They're muddy as shit.
Sorry, bro.
You're not gonna
come snuggle, Shoe?
No, you're not my type.
I don't like red-headed,
ugly-looking dudes.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Here you go, princess.
All right.
You cool, man?
Yeah.
All right.
Hey, this couch is yours for as
long as you need it, all right?
Yeah. You're a good man,
Sar'ent. You know that?
(CHUCKLES)
All right.
See you tomorrow, man.
Will.
Why are you doing this?
Don't.
Don't what?
Please don't. Not here.
What? It's over.
I'm sorry, but it's over.
We were gonna get married.
You cleaned me out,
took my daughter.
She is my daughter, not yours.
How can you say that?
I've been there
since she was born.
You were gone forever.
That was because of us.
I enlisted for us.
I can't do this with you.
Do what?
Do what?
Don't make me call security.
You've got to go.
Where do I go?
(SNIFFLES)
ADAM: Told him to stay.
Why wouldn't he just stay
on the fucking couch?
Fuck!
He got blown up seven times.
He was fucked up.
Normal people don't get blown up.
Normal people don't get robbed blind
by their fucking fiancée, man.
They don't get blown up, bro.
If he was so fucked up,
why didn't he say anything?
Army won't let me redeploy.
They trying to discharge me.
For what?
What do you think?
My shit's scrambled.
I don't belong here.
ANNA: My boy was hurt.
He was injured.
You couldn't see it,
but, uh, but he was.
I could hear it in his voice,
in the way he talked to me
on the phone.
But there was only so much
he would let me do.
If you're hurt like he was,
talk to someone.
Please don't do this.
SOLDIER:
Firing party, attention!
Port arms.
Firing party, prepare for
ready, three volleys!
Half-right face!
Attention. Ready. Aim.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Adam Schumann?
Yes, ma'am.
I'm sorry, I was gonna come
and introduce myself earlier.
ANNA: I just wanted
to say thank you
for looking after
my son over there.
He was my brother.
We looked after each other.
He'd been struggling
for months over there.
We planned ahead. We found a
treatment facility in California.
The guy who runs this place,
uh, he was a soldier.
He's been doing it for 30 years.
So if you know anybody
who needs...
ADAM: Thank you.
I'm really glad you're here.
When did she become friends
with Doster's wife?
When he took over our platoon.
Does she know that he took
your place on the rig?
No.
Let's go, bro.
Can we go?
I thought you were on Klonopin.
It doesn't work.
None of it works.
Will liked to hunt,
so we're going hunting.
Will liked to hunt,
so we're going hunting.
Be careful.
I'm Captain Careful.
(OBJECTS CLATTERING)
Let's go shoot something.
Nobody knows you fought unless you
got your fucking arm blown off.
I'd take it.
I'd rather be a hero with my
ass blown off than this shit.
I don't even
feel like me anymore.
I guess you don't know
what I mean.
You don't got stress.
You're good, right?
I don't think that guy lost
his arm picking flowers, man.
What the fuck does that mean?
It means we don't know
shit about him.
Would you rather
lose your leg than this?
Below the knee?
Nah, above the knee.
Fuck it. I'll take it.
How about your ear?
Can I still hear?
No. But you can still
finger-fuck it.
And you can hear
out of your other ear.
(CHUCKLES)
But I won't look like no war hero,
just some freak with no ear.
Hey, what was that... You remember
that Bravo who got his lips blown off?
Who? Pussy face?
Yeah, pussy face.
(LAUGHING) Oh, fuck.
That's what you want?
Hell no.
You remember what you said
to me the day Doster died?
When we were
dragging him inside?
I remember his skin was so
burnt it was falling off.
The smell.
You don't remember
what you said?
No, bro, I don't remember shit.
My memory is shot.
What did I say?
You said that none of it would have
happened if I'd have been there.
That's a fucked thing
to say, man.
(GUN COCKS)
All right, I'm gonna scare
them towards the water.
You push up from that bend.
(NIGHT VISION GOGGLES
POWERING UP)
(RUSTLING)
(NIGHT VISION GOGGLES
POWERING UP)
(WHISPERING) Solo!
Hey!
Solo!
(RUSTLING)
Hey, you trying
to get fucking shot?
What? What the fuck are
you doing out there?
I wasn't out there.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Yeah, you were.
I saw you out there.
I didn't even make it out there.
It's too dark.
I forgot my goggles.
I saw you.
No, you didn't.
Wasn't me.
(CLATTERS)
You all right?
No, man, I'm not all right.
Fuck!
I still taste his blood.
I carried him down those stairs.
I can still taste his blood.
What do we do?
(SNIFFLES)
We get some help.
Yeah.
Okay.
SASKIA:
Are you coming to bed?
Yeah.
(TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)
Think I'm gonna try and
find a job early tomorrow.
(SIGHS)
Okay.
You all right?
I'm good.
You got mud everywhere...
So clean up.
Come to bed.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Alea's pregnant.
Yeah? Nice, man,
that's great!
Hell yeah!
You're gonna do great,
seriously.
Kids change everything.
I'm gonna name him after me
so I don't forget his name.
Can I have your VA card, sir?
My VA card?
Mmm-hmm.
What? Am I supposed to
have one of those?
If you don't have one, you need
to go to the second floor.
Okay?
You understand?
Special forces guy was telling
me ecstasy cures all this shit.
(SCOFFS) Yeah?
What the hell are we doing here?
COLONEL PLYMOUTH:
Sergeant Schumann.
ADAM: Yes, sir.
At ease.
I didn't recognise you
in civvies.
I don't recognise myself
sometimes either, sir.
Got out a few months back.
Why'd you go and do that?
The wife. I was downrange
three times with two kids.
Roger that.
What's this line you're in?
We're applying for
service connection, sir.
Shoe, you were
my hammer out there.
Don't let these young guys
see you fold like this.
It's bad for morale.
Bad for Big Army.
ADAM: That shiny medal
mother-fucker.
He didn't do our war.
He wasn't fucking
kicking in doors.
He fought his war
at a fucking computer.
Anybody home?
Fuck it.
(RUSTLING)
(JAX SHOUTING)
(JAX SHOUTING)
ADAM: Eggs,
no chocolate chips.
ZOE: Come on, Jaxy,
just sing it.
SASKIA: Hurry up, Zoe.
We gotta get to school.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Will's mum gave me the number to
this treatment facility out west.
Out west?
California.
Fuck!
This shit could give me PTSD.
MAN: This is our care package.
Fill it out,
and on review,
you'll be directed to
a primary care physician
and psychiatrist.
How long does that take?
Usually 12 weeks,
but we're in arrears so...
Arrears?
Yeah, we're backed up. It
could be six to nine months.
Are you kidding?
(CHUCKLES)
You think these guys
can wait that long?
Excuse me?
I said, how many of
these guys in this room
do you think will make it
six to nine months?
If you're finished...
No, I'm not finished, man.
Look. We need to
see somebody, okay?
You're feeding me this
fucking arrears bullshit.
My boy here fought his ass off.
All right? He did his job,
now do yours.
I'll see him. Okay?
I've got 20 minutes
left on my lunch.
Just have him
come around the side.
Okay. Thank you.
All right, look alive.
You're up.
What about you?
Nah, you go first.
I'll get the next one.
MS. SANDERS: It says here you're
having trouble remembering.
Can you tell me the date?
It's May.
Good. How about
day and date?
Thursday.
Today is Wednesday, May 7th.
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
Are you having
any suicidal ideation?
I... I just wanna
get back to my unit.
It must be hard to be separated
from your brothers like that.
Yeah.
We're having a baby.
That's great!
So you'll have a new unit.
Do you remember the date?
Yeah, you said,
uh, Thursday, May.
So we're having
a little trouble with that.
Let's try word association.
To me, the word Wednesday
sounds like wedding day.
I always wanted a big wedding.
Did you have a wedding?
Yes, ma'am.
So when I ask you
what day it is,
I want you to think
of your wedding.
(SIGHS)
Are you still having nightmares?
Sometimes I see Doster.
He's on fire.
But mostly, I'm awake.
You see him when you're awake?
The smell.
Do you remember what day it is?
Wednesday, wedding day.
Good job.
You see, that's great, and we can
use that to remember anything.
So you could
help me fill this out?
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
I'm sorry, I'm booked with
patients during my lunch all week.
Can your wife help us?
I... I haven't told her.
You gotta share this with her.
(SNIFFLES)
ALEA: (READING) "Have you used
drugs other than those required
"for medical reasons?"
Never. (CHUCKLES)
"Are you always able to stop
using drugs when you want?"
Mostly.
They're drugs.
That's a stupid question.
"Have drugs ever created a problem
between you and your spouse?“
No.
You were arrested
for possession four times.
That wasn't a problem?
Well, we weren't married.
(CHUCKLES)
Okay, the next section is
"Exposure to Combat Scale."
"Were you ever
under enemy fire?"
I feel like I am right now.
Hey. Baby,
you're doing good.
"Were you ever
pinned down?"
No.
"How often did you
fire rounds at the enemy?"
Uh... I was
supposed to count?
Options are, "Never.
"One to two times.
Three to 12 times.
"Thirteen to 50 times.
Over 50."
Over 50.
(CHAIR SCRAPING)
"How often did you see someone get
hit by incoming or outgoing rounds?“
"Never. One to two times.
"Three to 12 times.
"Thirteen to 50.
"Over 50."
(SCREAMING)
ALEA: Solo.
Hey.
(ZOE AND ADAM
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
ZOE: You're silly.
ADAM: You're silly.
ADAM: You know
I built this, right?
ZOE: Yeah, sure...
I really wanna come in,
so how do I get in?
(ADAM CONTINUES
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Come in!
Ready? Ready?
Oh, it's nice in here.
I know.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
Damn! Look at you.
Where'd that come from?
Don't worry about it.
(BED RATTLING)
(GUNFIRE ECHOING)
(GUNSHOT)
Get off! (PANTING)
What happened?
What did I do?
I don't understand.
Tell me what to do.
I need you to talk to me, Adam.
It's time.
I've given you months!
I thought we were broke,
and you're buying fucking lingerie!
I thought you were fine.
You're lying to me!
I found your VA questionnaire!
Everything's a lie!
I'm not lying.
You're fucked up!
You're not looking for a job!
You're sick,
and I can't do anything
if you don't fucking
talk to me, Adam!
I have to be sick
or I can't get my benefits.
So you don't want to die?
It was multiple choice,
and you said you wanted to die.
Was that a lie?
Hmm?
Adam.
(SIGHS)
I don't know.
I wanna go to the VA
with you next time.
All right.
Adam talked about a treatment
place in California.
Could I go there?
MS. SANDERS: Look,
the problem is,
is the army doesn't have record of
you participating in this incident
that caused your TBI,
so I can't get you service connected.
What? There's no record?
You didn't report an injury
at the time of the incident.
Doster was dead.
I dragged him out.
They're denying benefits
until we prove that you
were in the Humvee.
We need to go back to your COs
and get written testimony.
They don't believe I was there?
We just need to go back
and get proof.
SERGEANT MOZER: Come on,
Specialist, sit down.
Do you know why this is the
greatest country on the planet?
I'll tell you. It's because
with a click of a finger,
I can order 20 pounds of beef
and have it delivered
to my door in 24 hours.
The terrorists cannot do that.
And that is why they will never win.
So, sounds like you got
some bad paper.
Yes, sir.
I'm glad that
you're seeking treatment
because we got 22 veterans
a day killing themselves.
And I don't get it.
Warriors get stressed.
We know this.
But this obsession
to end your own life,
I can't wrap my head around it.
We don't want you to be
a statistic though, do we?
No, sir.
You signed up during wartime,
you got yourself a war.
But they don't believe
that I was there, sir.
They're as wrong as two
boys fucking in church.
Give me that file.
Let me see what you got.
(SIGHS)
I just need a statement saying
that I was driving the rig
when Doster was hit, sir.
American Samoa?
Where is that?
South Pacific, sir.
It's a territory.
So does that make you a...
A citizen, or...
How does that work?
I was able to apply for citizenship
after basic training, sir.
I'm going for the New Yorks.
Fuck it. You know?
Yeah. Boom.
Boom. Boom.
(ENGINE ROARING)
(ENGINE ROARING)
Why are you
braking? Why?
(TIRES SQUEALING)
You'd have done great
in Iraq, babe.
We never slowed down.
We just ran them over.
Did you drive?
I rode shotgun
and looked for the IEDs.
They'd hide them
in trash like that or...
Once they got smarter, they just
started cementing them in curbs.
So when you see trash
on the road here...
I look.
That's the first real thing
you've told me about the war.
I feel so much better now.
SASKIA: Hey,
don't be an ass-hole.
Two Army Commendation Medals.
An Army Achievement Medal.
Impressive.
You never told me about those.
Is there a specific incident
that troubles you?
Maybe a name?
Emory.
What happened with Emory?
I dropped him.
I was carrying him.
I dropped him.
And they had to cut two
inches of his brain out.
And then Doster happened.
What happened to Doster?
Why don't you tell us
our options?
There is no cure for trauma.
But we can learn to manage it.
Long-term care
has the best results,
but every facility is different.
Some are four weeks,
some are nine months.
What works for one person
may not work for another.
But all these places are
equally difficult to get into.
So the smartest thing to do
would be to apply everywhere
and cross our fingers.
Cross our fingers?
There are hundreds of thousands
of men and women seeking help.
But he's a veteran.
That's what I mean.
There are hundreds of thousands
of veterans seeking help.
Will we get priority
to places closest to us?
I'm afraid not.
What do we do in the meantime?
What if I had a job?
I think a job would help.
A job is good.
Your benefits won't be kicking in
for another couple of months, so...
Another couple months?
Wow!
What the fuck is
going on around here?
(SIGHS)
I have a position
at a heavy ordnance range.
He wants to kill himself,
and you want him
to work at a gun range?
It's a tank range.
You think I could kill
myself with a tank?
Maybe.
It would take
some serious planning.
Well, you're pretty
fucking resourceful.
(CHUCKLES)
I used to be good at that.
At what?
Making you laugh.
(SNIFFLING)
Was I laughing?
(CRIES)
You should have told me
I was married to a hero.
I'm not a hero.
(SIGHS) Hero enough.
I just wanna get back
into our house.
Me, too.
We're not that far off.
Oh, yeah? Did you win the
Powerball and not tell me?
Amanda loaned us some money.
Amanda Doster?
Yeah. We were at Will's
funeral and she offered.
What the fuck are you doing?
I told her we were trying
to get back into our house.
Do you not fucking get that she has
that money because her husband's dead?
And that her husband
is dead because of me?
What the fuck, SASKIA?
(SIGHS)
Fucking Christ.
(SIGHS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
What's up, homie?
What you want?
I got nickels, dimes,
two finger sacks.
What about some ecstasy?
Some ecstasy? Man,
I don't sell that right here.
Get the fuck out of here.
Come on, man. Roll it up.
Who I gotta see?
Fuck does that mean? Fuck, is you 12?
Show me some bread, dawg.
I got some pills.
I don't fucking take pills.
I look like a fucking pawn shop
or something to you, nigga?
Well, you look like your fucking
balls ain't dropped. Huh?
What you...
How about this, mother-fucker?
(WOMEN SHOUTING)
(DOGS GROWLING)
(MEN SHOUTING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
What up, Big Army?
You're all out of pocket here.
How'd you know I was military?
Yeah, I stormed that desert
myself back in '91.
24th Infantry.
All right.
Did you get it on waivers?
You got that look.
Army saved my life.
What they doing for you now?
Gotta make your own way now.
MAN: Oh, yeah!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
You know where I can
score some ecstasy?
Ecstasy? (CHUCKLES) Man, does
this look like a god-damn rave?
It's not for a rave.
It's for an injury.
Shit, if you're injured, man,
doctors up there at Fort Riley
giving out that Oxy
like it's candy.
It's not that kind of injury.
(DOGS GROWLING)
(MEN CLAMOURING)
You was all in it, weren't you?
Did you lose some guys?
Or are you one of them
murdering mother-fuckers?
(DOGS GROWLING)
(MEN SHOUTING)
(DOG YELPING)
(DOG WHIMPERING)
(DOG WHIMPERING)
(DOG MOANING)
(WHISPERING)
Hey, buddy. It's okay.
It's all right. I got you.
It's okay.
It's okay, it's okay.
I got you.
ADAM: Was this
dog fight downtown?
Yeah, mate. You're gonna be
all right, buddy. I got you.
ADAM: Can't be going down there, man.
You got a kid coming.
(DOG WHIMPERS)
Hey, stop moving, man.
You're vibrating the whole damn table.
Do you remember the dogs
in Rustamiyah?
That runt that went on raids?
Little Caesar.
He was Emory's dog, wasn't he?
You ever talk to him?
No.
Do you think he's like us?
I just told you, man.
Haven't fucking talked to him.
(BREATH ES HEAVILY)
Do you remember what
that Iraqi cop did to Caesar?
Yeah.
I wanted to kill
that mother-fucker.
Two guys in Bravo got back at him.
You hear about that?
No. What did they do?
Same shit he did to Caesar.
Held him down and snipped his fucking
Achilles with a bolt cutter.
Fuck, yeah.
(SHUDDERING)
Fuck. (SNIVELS)
We're gonna be all right, man.
We're gonna get in a treatment
facility somewhere.
And then what?
Huh? J...
Just goes away?
What is that?
It's a dog.
I can see that. Why is it
here and not at a vet?
It... It's a fighting dog.
They won't let dogs like this in.
(SIGHS)
(SCOFFS)
Were you outside of
Amanda's earlier tonight?
Nope.
SASKIA: She said you were.
She saw your truck.
Well, if you weren't sucking money off
her, you probably wouldn't fucking care.
I care about you, not her.
The dog has to go.
It's a pit bull. We have kids.
(GRUNTS)
(BREATH ES HEAVILY)
(CLATTERING)
We're not allowed dogs
in our apartment.
(CHUCKLES)
Well, shit.
I guess I got a dog.
(ARMY CHATTER)
(PLANE WHOOSHING)
(ARMY CHATTER)
(PLANE WHOOSHING)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hello?
(GUNFIRE)
Something's burning.
ALEA.
(SCREAMS)
Fuck! No!
(GRUNTING)
Oh, my God! No! Solo!
(GRUNTING)
(YELLING)
(GRUNTS)
(THUDDING)
(CRYING) Mum, call the police!
(WHISPERS) It's okay.
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(THUDS)
(JAX WAILING)
Oh, my God, the baby!
ADAM: I'm so sorry.
SASKIA: Jaxy,
come here, baby.
It's okay.
Mummy's got you.
What happened? Did you drop him?
I don't know.
(SHUSHING)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Get away from us, Adam.
It's okay, Jaxy.
Momma's here.
Mummy's here.
I'm right here.
I know. I know.
(JAX CONTINUES WAILING)
I'm sorry.
I fell asleep.
It's okay, Jaxson.
Mummy's here.
I'm right here. I know.
(SHUSHES)
(KEYS JANGLING)
Baby.
(ALEA SNIFFLING)
You need help. You... (SIGHS)
You have to go away.
SOLO: I'm sorry.
You've got to go.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
OFFICER: Police!
I can't help you, Sol.
(KNOCKING CONTINUES)
I can't help you.
(SNIFFLING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(SNIFFLING)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(EXHALES)
(CRYING)
(GULPS)
(SHUDDERS)
(EXHALES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
DANTE: What up, Big Army?
Still looking for Molly?
Who?
(CHUCKLES)
Ecstasy.
I got your medicine.
Get your ass in the car.
DANTE: Are you some
kind of island nigga?
Samoan.
Damn, SaMo,
you looking raggedy, man.
I got your shit, but here's
what I need from you.
I give you a car and an address.
You park the goods
and walk away.
That's it?
That's it.
Why don't these guys do it?
'Cause these are my guys, and you're
just some grunt nobody recognizes.
And if shit gets hairy, oh, you
can Rambo your way out of it.
I need shoes.
(LAUGHTER)
Hey, Jay, man,
stop by the Big 5.
Let's get this big
mother-fucker a pair of shoes.
(LINE RINGING)
SASKIA: Adam?
Is Jax okay?
He's fine.
Where are you?
I'm in Arkansas.
Arkansas? Why?
I need to find Emory.
Babe, I can't live like this.
Adam, I'm gonna get this job,
and we're gonna move
back into our house.
We can move in right away.
It'll be like
we're starting over.
Does that sound good?
That sounds great.
I love you.
Love you, too.
(KNOCKS ON DOOR)
Hey, Emory, it's Shoe.
EMORY: Come on in.
(TV PLAYING)
What's up, man?
Where you at?
Right here.
There's my man.
(CHUCKLES)
You got skinny.
Really? Did I?
Hell, yeah.
Skinnier than you were.
You got kind of fat.
(CHUCKLES)
(LAUGHS) Got fat, did I?
Yeah.
The fuck.
You just fucking show up, huh?
Yeah, what do you want me to do?
You ain't got no phone.
Fuck you talking? I got a phone
right there. I got Internet.
What the fuck did you think? You think I'm
just living out here eating fucking squirrels?
Yeah, maybe.
Dude, come on.
Give me a hand with this.
I gotta get this shit on.
You need some help?
Hell, yeah.
I've been trying to get
this fucking thing
on all morning.
Yeah, man.
Let's go.
It is physically impossible
to put that on by yourself.
All right. God, man,
you just tell me what to do.
Yeah. Yeah, there it is.
Yeah. Nice and snug.
(GRUNTS)
All right, come on.
Get up in there.
Put some fucking muscle
in it, Shoe.
(CHUCKLES)
You good?
Yeah? Yeah, more?
All right, man.
(GRUNTS) There it is.
Shit, how do you usually
get this thing on?
Fucking roll around on the floor,
waiting for my nurse.
Here. Right over there.
All right. There?
Yup. (GRUNTS)
There it is. Now pull
that around there.
Come on.
All right.
(GRUNTS)
Yeah.
Something like that?
Yeah. Tight.
(CHUCKLES) You're gonna
break a rib, man.
(GRUNTS)
All right.
(SIGHS) Piece of cake.
(GRUNTING)
(CLEARS THROAT)
So I heard Will shot himself.
Yeah.
He didn't say shit either, man.
So we had no idea.
You know?
(SIGHS)
So you come
down here to save me?
No, man.
I came down to see you.
To see how my boy's doing.
(ENGINE REVVING)
(EMORY WHOOPING)
EMORY: Yeah, boy!
Yeah, boy! Yeah!
(LAUGHS)
Fuck, you know,
you drive like my wife, man.
Watch this! (GRUNTS)
Oh, I scared mine off.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah? I bet.
Yeah.
One night I woke up, I had
my hands around her neck.
(CHUCKLING) I said I was gonna
kill her, dude. Swear to God.
She didn't like that?
Fuck, no. She didn't
like that, dude.
They don't like that.
It's good to see you, dude.
Yeah, good to see you too, man.
That's how I get
my tits off, dude.
Get them off!
(WHOOPING)
I fucking love it, dude.
Hey, let me ask you.
What's with all this trash?
Oh, you're still looking
for the bomb, huh?
Why didn't you look me
up sooner, dude?
I should have.
I dropped my kid last night.
My baby boy, man. I...
I was supposed to hold him,
SASKIA gave him to me,
I fell asleep like a shit-bag.
Fell right off.
So, you know, dropped him,
started thinking about you.
He's gonna be all right, you know?
But I dropped you, and...
And I'm not
all right? Hmm?
Why don't you help me piss?
(EMORY GRUNTING)
That fall took out my left side.
(URINATING)
You know that, dude?
It wasn't the sniper round
they took out of my head
or that two inches
they cut out of my brain,
it was you fucking dropping me.
Is that what you think, dude?
(CHUCKLES) That the shit
you told yourself?
(LAUGHS)
You didn't drop me
off a fucking building, dude.
Well, you were alive
and then you weren't.
(GRUNTS) I'm alive now,
mother-fucker.
Hey, you need
another one, buddy?
Hey, you need
another one, buddy?
Hell, yeah, I need another one.
The fuck you think?
You don't think
I need another one?
I got you.
All right.
They're fucked up, dude.
Hey, you see where
the shot came from?
Someone did.
Solo? Solo did.
Yeah, you couldn't
get the bastards?
No, I was carrying
you down, man.
You were.
Fuck, I should've
went after him.
Me and you were the tallest
ones on that rooftop, dude.
They go for the tall ones.
Yup.
You know, I think about that.
What if I was short?
I wonder if I'd still
be like this. (CHUCKLES)
I think about that, dude.
Nah, but you'd be short.
You'd have to live the rest of
your life as a short guy, man.
Dude, I'm tall as fuck, dude.
I can't stand up on my own
but I'm tall as fuck.
(LAUGHING)
The girls, they love that.
Yeah.
You saved my life.
I dropped you.
I'm alive because of you.
I know this don't look like
much of a life,
but every morning
I get up, I'm grateful.
I'm grateful I'm alive.
(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING
ON SPEAKERS)
There he is.
You rolling?
How you feel?
Good.
Feel good.
Yeah.
Man, I came back
to the same shit.
No job, no help, nothing.
We're out there fighting their wars for
shit that we ain't even got over here.
But we fighters.
We make do.
Yeah.
Yeah.
You ready to go again?
You straight?
Yeah, I'm good.
You better be.
'Cause this is real right here.
You don't be fucking this up.
These boys are waiting.
You got an hour.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hello?
Hi, Adam. This is Fred Gusman
from Pathway Home in California.
I've got your DD 214 here.
In your message, you said
you're looking to get into
a facility as soon as possible.
Yes, sir.
Good. Well, then,
let's get you out here.
We can get you
on a bus tomorrow.
You ready to commit to this?
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(GRUNTS)
Fuck!
(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)
Hello?
WOMAN: Is this Tausolo Aieti?
Who's this?
I'm a nurse calling
from Geary Community.
Your wife is in labour.
She arrived by ambulance,
and there are
some complications,
so we're having
to rush her into surgery.
The... The baby.
(STAMMERS) Is the baby okay?
She just asked you
to get here right away, sir.
Where?
That's Geary Community Hospital.
Where is it?
We're just off Horne Street.
Horne Street. (STAMMERS) Horne Street,
like a, like a car horn.
That's right, sir.
ALEA Aieti.
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
You all right?
Come meet your boy.
I thought you were...
It's okay.
Come here.
(SIGHS)
(SPEAKING SAMOAN)
(COOING)
Talofa, little man.
Did you tell Emory
you dropped him?
Yeah.
Is he like us?
He's tough as hell, man.
Wish you could've seen him.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)
I got a bed at that treatment
centre in California.
So you're leaving.
Yeah.
Leave tonight.
They're gonna ask you
about Doster.
You gonna tell them how fucked
it was you weren't there?
Do you wanna know fucked?
The Humvee was burning,
and I got all the guys out.
We were huddled in a ditch,
but I forgot Doster.
I forgot he was with us.
Only for a second,
but by the time I got back...
It was too late.
How come you never told me that?
'Cause you never asked.
None of this would have
happened if you were there.
You would have seen the bomb.
You don't forget.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)
Why aren't you answering that?
Look at how perfect he is.
I can't name him after me.
He's too perfect.
DANTE: (ON PHONE)
You fucked up, SaMo.
You think we don't know
where you at?
There's a liquor store
on Pinkerton.
Park behind the liquor store
and leave the keys.
And when I drop this,
then we're done.
You cost me 30 grand, SaMo.
Hell, yeah, we done.
Liquor store on Pinkerton.
Liquor store on Pinkerton.
Liquor store on Pinkerton.
Pink liquor.
Pink liquor. Pink liquor.
Liquor store on Pinkerton.
(SIGHS) I love you, Zoe.
Daddy's gonna be home soon,
all right?
But what if she gets scared?
Who?
Your doll? (CHUCKLES)
You just tell her that
everything's gonna be all right.
But that doesn't work, Dad.
Well, this time it will.
(LINE RINGING)
ADAM: (ON PHONE)
Hey, man, everything okay?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm all right,
bro. I just, uh...
I just got into some shit.
What kind of shit?
Some guys...
I got something
that belongs to them.
If I get out of this, Shoe, I
should probably leave here a while.
Where you at?
I'm under that bridge.
Wait there for me, okay?
I'm on my way.
Okay, Zoe, I need you to
be good for Mummy, okay?
ZOE: Okay, Daddy.
Is everything all right?
Love you.
I'll call you from the bus.
SOLO: Pink liquor. Pink liquor.
Park behind pink liquor.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)
Come on,
answer your fucking phone.
(ENGINE REVVING)
(GUNSHOTS)
(CAR ALARMS BLARING)
(PANTING)
(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)
DANTE: Get the fuck out
and check.
Fuck!
(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)
(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)
DANTE: Fuck, cops' coming!
Fall back! Let's go!
(SIRENS WAILING)
(BREATH ES HEAVILY)
Hey, what the fuck's going on?
Fucked up.
What do you mean?
Are you hurt?
Are you all right?
(STUTTERS) I don't know what I'm doing, Shoe.
I'm... I'm... I'm fucked.
(SNIFFLING)
(EXHALES)
All right, I'm getting
you out of here.
You're gonna take my place
in the treatment facility.
We're swapping spots.
That's all this is.
And what about you?
Don't worry about me. First bed
opens up, I'm gonna get out there.
And my wife and my boy, bro.
I got 'em. You trust me?
I'm gonna take care of them.
Can't leave you.
You're getting on this bus.
Maybe you're just
too afraid to go.
(INHALES SHARPLY)
Maybe.
Can't leave you behind, Shoe.
We're not downrange, man.
It's not how it works, all right?
You take what comes.
So I go and get better
while you sit here. Broken.
I'll figure it out.
Don't worry about me.
Yeah.
Get your ass on this bus.
Ugh...
(CLICKS TONGUE)
We had some bad days, bro.
Maybe that's all they were.
Just bad days.
We had some good days, too.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Hey, Fred, it's Adam.
I, uh, sent somebody in my place.
Can you give him my bed?
Uh, okay. Well, we'll get him squared away.
But where does that leave you?
I don't know what you mean.
Well, you were finally gonna get
some help and you gave it away.
How does that feel?
I, uh... I feel alone, man.
Yeah, they're gone, you know?
Everyone's gone, I'm still here.
All right, talking about this
isn't gonna cure you,
but it can buy you some relief.
You've gotta open this up.
You gotta share it.
(SIGHS)
(GIRLS CHATTERING)
Now don't come out too far,
'cause it's chilly, okay?
Adam?
Everything okay?
(SIGHS)
ADAM: I don't know how much James
talked about the guys in our platoon,
but I can't tell you how your husband died.
Unless I tell you about Emory.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Stop the truck.
What you got?
SOLDIER: (ON RADIO) Hey, One-One,
what's the hold up, up there?
I don't see nothing, man.
Shoe don't see it.
He feels it.
This is One-One,
alternate route.
We're gonna hang a left
here on Dead Girl Road.
SOLDIER: Copy that.
Who named that street?
We did.
You don't remember her?
All right, let's go.
(LOUD WHISTLING)
SOLDIER 2: RPG!
(INDISTINCT YELLING)
Let's go! Engine's down!
All right. Building 20. Move!
Come on!
Go, go, go! Move! (GUNFIRE)
SOLDIER: (ON RADIO) Where'd that come from?
Where'd it come from?
EMORY: Stairway to heaven.
ADAM: Go, go, move. Move.
SOLO: Stick with me.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
EMORY: Where'd they go?
ADAM: Fuck.
SOLDIER: (ON RADIO) What's your
status, One-One? I need a status.
We've got a haji fire escape.
Where the hell...
SOLDIER: (ON RADIO)
Sitrep, One-One, now!
This is One-One. We're clear on
Building 20. Building 20 is green.
Roger. Set security
and take over-watch.
QRF's still five minutes out.
This is fucking Charlie
Foxtrot bullshit, man.
Oh, I gotta get juicy.
That's why you don't
eat Indian food in...
(GUNSHOT)
Man down!
(GUNFIRE)
Hang on, Emory, I got you.
Fuck!
ADAM: I put us on that roof.
Those were my orders.
I got you, buddy, come on.
He took a bullet for it.
(GRUNTING)
Then I dropped him.
I choked on his blood...
(PANTING)
...and I fucking dropped him.
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(PANTING)
(POP MUSIC PLAYING
ON SPEAKERS)
Can't stop looking at it.
(SINGING)
That is just so typically me
Oh, baby, baby
Oops, I did it again
I played with your heart
Got lost in the game
Oh, baby, baby Oops...
How you boys holding up?
Any update on Emory?
Emory has a tough road ahead.
But, uh, I think there's
a real good chance
they'll get him home
with a heartbeat.
Then what happens?
Give us a minute, Solo.
(SIGHS)
Happy birthday, dude!
(LIVELY CHATTER)
Hey! Knock it off!
Listen, as leaders,
we make decisions.
I made the wrong call.
You changed the route.
There was another
engagement. You...
You have to trust
your instincts.
(SNIFFLES)
My instincts were wrong.
Listen, I'm signed up
for a video link up
tomorrow morning with my wife,
but I want you to take my call,
and I want to take
your place on patrol.
Can't let you do that.
Sure you can.
No, those are my guys.
I should be out there.
Take the day off.
Sergeant, that's my patrol.
Schumann,
you're sitting this one out.
(VEHICLES APPROACHING)
(HORNS BLARING)
SOLDIER: Medic! Medic!
ADAM: What happened?
What happened?
SOLO: We got hit!
Medic!
ADAM: Who is it? Who is it?
That's Doster!
He was in your seat!
SOLDIER: Medic!
Fuck!
Oh, fuck! Get him, get him!
Let's go, go, go! Get him in!
SOLO: Where were you, man?
(CLAMOURING)
SOLO: None of this would have
happened if you were there, Shoe.
(PANTING)
None of this would have
happened if you were there.
STAFF SERGEANT WACHTER:
Private Waller.
Here, First Sergeant.
Sergeant White.
SERGEANT WHITE:
Here, First Sergeant.
Specialist Aieti.
Here, First Sergeant.
Sergeant Schumann.
Here, First Sergeant.
Sergeant Doster.
Sergeant James Doster.
Sergeant First Class
James D. Doster.
Present arms.
(BUGLE PLAYING)
(SIGHS) God, Adam.
Amanda, he took my seat.
That was supposed to be me.
But it wasn't you.
You're still here.
James wouldn't
want this for you.
He would want you to live.
You live.
That's how you honour him.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(SNIFFLES)
(JAX CRYING)
Jaxy, singing.
Zoe.
ADAM: I'm home.
ZOE: Daddy's home!
ADAM: Hey, sweetheart.
(MOURNFUL MUSIC PLAYING)