Castle Rock (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Restore Hope - full transcript
Nadia learns a dark truth about her past.
You're not gonna hurt me.
You're gonna let me go
right now,
or I'm gonna tell Nadia
the truth about you.
We both know
you can't have that.
Seeing you
in that white coat?
I could check out tomorrow
knowing I done one good thing.
Let's save some time
and cut through the bullshit.
I don't know
what you're insinuating...
I'm not insinuating.
I'm telling.
My nephew's missing.
I killed a man,
and then I took him to the pit
and I threw him in the hole.
That's not even
the worst of it.
He came back.
John Merrill.
John as in, uh, Ace Merrill?
He's coming for us now.
He's a very bad man.
And he's not gonna stop.
Thought you were dead,
you fucking moron!
The fuck out of here!
The plan is,
I don't let you out
until you take your pills.
Mom! Mom!
Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy!
Joy!
Nadia!
Nadia!
Right there.
Slow.
No house.
No house.
Abdi! Nadia!
- She's got a weapon!
- Tell her to stop.
Nadia!
- Drop the weapon! Drop it!
- Nadia!
- Stay down.
- She's down!
Keep open.
There could be more.
Evening, neighbor.
Need a lift?
How's your mother?
She's... she's fine.
Glad to hear it.
Let me give you a ride.
Uh, th-that... that's my bus.
Ready?
- What?
- Saturday.
I can't, J.
With this whole Pop situation,
it's a lot.
Come on,
you canceled last week.
Apologies
for being late, Pastor.
Long night.
Anything I can do?
Does the Bible
say anything
about how to stop a family
from killing each other?
Yes, actually.
Anyway, sorry,
in a bit of a rush today.
One fellow who needs
a pneumonia check and...
her.
Joy?
The mother's own fudge
are you doing?
Joy told me to get her shit.
Where is she?
- I don't know.
- Little liar.
This is all my fault.
I should have made sure that
she was swallowing the pills.
You didn't cause
any of this, Joy.
Sometimes it helps
to feel like it's your fault...
because that means
you've got control.
You think, "If I broke it,
then I can fix it."
I can.
I could just go back
and... and... and be good
like... like before.
I need to talk to her!
Should have
given her a phone, then.
You tell her that
she needs to come home now!
You almost killed your own
fucking daughter last night!
No.
Look around you, lady.
Look at your fucking face.
Can I stay with you?
Just until
we figure everything out.
Please?
Joy, we either have to
call the police or your mother.
- Where is she?
- She's at my house.
Look, it's better
than a shelter.
She's safe.
She just wasn't ready to...
- Better with me than anywhere.
- She was covered in blood.
'Cause the sutures opened up.
Sit down, Anne.
Look, I don't know
what yarn she's been spinning,
but Joy's always had
quite an imagination.
- She told me you're running...
- from her father.
Do you have full custody?
I don't know why I would
have to explain to you...
to a woman...
why we had to run
from a violent man.
If you and Joy
are in danger...
We weren't
until you decided to help.
She needs a stable home,
and you need a specialist
supervising your care.
Christmas.
And I can't let you back
at the hospital.
I'm sorry, Anne.
Anne?
Joy!
Come out here immediately!
Get the fuck out of here.
I am here for my daughter.
She says she's not going.
- Her words.
- Please...
Woman, she told us
what you did!
Do not come back here.
Joy!
Joy!
Joy!
All right,
let's just fucking play.
All right.
He can't hurt me, Pop.
Little homemade video here.
Oh, so cute, so cute.
Look at you guys.
They don't play baseball
in Somalia, do they?
Throw it to me!
Okay.
Okay.
What's your problem?
Everyone puts a card down,
and whoever has
the highest card
takes all the cards
that are there.
And whoever with the most
cards at the end wins.
You got it?
How much are we playing for?
The fuck are you doing?
- What, are you still high?
- Yeah.
Just reflecting.
Those two shit-buckets
are waiting for you.
They're out there talking
about shooting up Somalis
thanks to you.
Something really bad
almost happened.
To Abdi, to Pop.
Shit even you wouldn't be able
to live with.
I don't know.
I find I can live with a lot.
Turn that shit off.
It's fucking creepy.
Come on!
Stop that.
Stop that, come on.
Wheelchair, lobby for assist.
Wheelchair to lobby
for assist.
Inanta, I, uh...
I got some bad instincts
when it comes to your brother.
I know that.
I made a big mistake.
And I want to get square
with you,
and I'll do whatever...
Your blood results came back.
The chemo hasn't given us
the outcome we had hoped for.
Okay.
So what you're saying is,
we're done.
That's not
what I'm saying.
There are dozens
of new therapies.
- Bone marrow transplants...
- Nah, Nadia.
Immunotherapy,
clinical trials.
Yeah, well,
maybe I don't want to fight it.
You see,
that's not how this works.
I came back to fix you.
You tried.
And now you're gonna try.
You owe me that.
Your PD-1 inhibitor trial
sounds promising.
I was hoping
he might be a candidate.
He's not showing up
in the system.
Is it M-E-R-R-I-L-L?
I don't think he's used the
Veterans Health system before.
Ever?
How long's he been out?
A while.
Sergeant Major Merrill
served in Iraq and, uh,
well, he doesn't like
to talk about it, you know?
Hmm, he serve anywhere else?
Afghanistan, I think.
But he's not exactly
the most patriotic veteran.
No offense.
I know how you guys can get.
None taken.
What makes you think
he wants to join the study?
Look, if you can get him in,
then I can convince him.
Thank you, Doctor.
Abdi Howlwadaag.
- How are you holding up?
- Not great.
Come get worse.
Mm.
I actually thought about
stopping by the church
this morning.
Pop doesn't need
thoughts and prayers.
I need you
to work on him for me.
Get him back in the fight.
I just can't imagine...
I mean, he could really
just be not here.
Not... not at the store,
not anywhere.
And it will be my fault.
Come on, Nadia.
Just like Mom.
Your mom?
It's true.
You were just a kid.
I, um, walked out
like I was in a dream.
Walked right into a war.
I couldn't save her.
But this, this I can do...
if he'd just fucking let me.
I'll work on him.
So what can I do
for you, Mr. Merrill?
Say a man has something
on his books...
something bad...
and he can't shift it;
he can't pay it off.
It's written in blood...
just soaked
right through the page.
It's eating
at his fucking liver
faster than the cancer.
And the only way
to make it stop...
is to tell the person
he did it to...
'cause she don't even know.
So...
Should he do it?
Should he tell her?
I guess I'd have to ask...
Why is he confessing to her
and not God?
And then I'd ask,
"What's it cost?"
Well, he's in
a unique position
to pay anything,
being he's doomed and all.
No, her.
The person he's confessing to,
what's the confession cost her?
Let's have
a couple Jamesons.
Will do.
We're shutting
the Tiger tomorrow,
open to close.
Private event.
Okay.
Tell Heather
to pull the best slosh we got,
and get word
to any happy asshole
that might want to tie one on
at 4:00 on a Sunday.
Customers, tenants,
the fucking pope.
We having a party?
A wake.
A big, sloppy
Irish wake.
For?
You got another round
of chemo coming.
Yeah, last round...
bought me, what,
few weeks?
Pissing into the wind, son.
I'm in fucking overtime.
Pop, don't...
It's okay, Chrissy.
Is, uh, Joy here?
Oh, she's... she's cool.
So, um, did you...
did you see her?
- Yes.
- Did she see you?
No, she didn't see me take it.
What'll happen
when she realizes it's gone?
I don't know.
Do you know the combo?
It's probably, like,
my birthday
or something, right?
Um, thank you
for doing all this.
Eh, it's no problem.
I put more minutes
on that phone.
Better use them... to call me.
I put some of your clothes
in there too.
Hmm.
My birthday.
Mom's birthday?
Christmas, Joy.
Christmas, Joy.
- Let us alone.
- Oh, scared, huh?
Afraid, huh?
How long can you stay fresh
in that can?
Come on, get up and fight,
you shivering junkyard.
Put your hands up,
you lopsided bag of hay!
Now,
that's getting personal, Lion.
Yes, get up
and teach him a lesson.
Well, what's wrong
with you teaching him?
Uh, well... well,
I hardly know him.
Well, I'll get you,
anyway, peewee...
No!
It's Tom Heiden
from the Veterans Health
Administration.
Got good news
about the PD-1 trial.
One of our Iraqi vets
has dropped out,
so a spot has opened up.
We would need
Sergeant Major Merrill's
DD214 discharge.
If you don't have it,
you can request it
from the army archives.
Of course,
that could take months,
and obviously,
time is of the essence.
Anyway, if you can
get the document,
we can get him in the study.
Pop?
Ace?
Jesus.
What are you doing here?
What are you doing here, Lance?
Oh, I'm making
Ace's deposits.
Uh, well, I'm trying
to save Pop's fucking life.
Let's call it a night.
We got a fucking message
for your brother.
Take your fucking hands off me!
Careful with that thing,
sweetie.
Yeah.
Do you even know
how to use it?
Bitch!
Move.
Move it.
This bitch grew up here.
Timothy, Timothy, Timothy.
Whatcha doing?
Scamming some beers
for your friends
out in the parking lot?
I'm sorry, Mr. Merrill.
What are you sorry about?
Any of those kids under 14?
No.
Then take some more beer.
Now, get the fuck out of here.
Thank you, Mr. Merrill.
I imagined
something simpler for you.
Pine box, maybe.
What the fuck
are you doing here?
- I could leave if you want.
- Okay.
I just wanted to tell you,
after you're really gone...
I won't make any more trouble
with Abdi.
You do realize it's not
brain cancer I got, right?
Red wine.
He gonna control himself
for one goddamn night?
Hey, let's, uh,
give it up for the band.
It's... it's the best
I could find on short notice.
Oh, Chris.
Uh, Councilwoman Pinto,
all you other nobodies
from The Lot and The Rock,
I, uh, I appreciate you taking
a moment out of your schedules
to come celebrate.
We all know him as Pop...
but to, uh...
to me and my brother,
he... he really is Pop.
He's our Pop.
Now, some of us feel
this is a bit premature...
- Ah. Okay.
- And... ah, here he comes.
Enough of this
weepy horseshit.
I love you, Chris, but you want
a thing done right,
you gotta do it yourself,
so here goes.
Uh, Reginald Marion Merrill...
Known as Pop
to his friends, enemies,
and various other miscreants...
Passed away this week,
much to the delight
of damn near everyone.
Pop loan-sharked every sucker
that got himself into a jam
and... and hawked every manner
of gewgaw and doodad...
to unsuspecting chumps
at the Emporium Galorium.
Caveat emptor.
That's the sign
that sits on the counter.
It's Latin.
It means,
"You've just been cheated
by the biggest son of a bitch
in southern Maine."
Although Pop had no children
of his own,
he raised
his sister Brenda's kids,
Chris and John,
and because of Pop's
diligent parenting,
those two young men grew
into the abject piece of shit
and the dimwitted boob
you know today.
I'll let you figure out
which one is which.
Pop also fostered two kids
from Somalia...
Which was probably
the only decent thing Pop did
in his otherwise
beshitted life.
No, not...
not decent, no.
It wasn't decency.
It was just a debt.
Just another goddamn debt
to be settled.
But...
it can't be settled.
It... it can't be...
it can't be settled.
Hey, Pop, you okay?
Uh...
Thanks for coming.
Uh, just... uh, just keep
drinking, everyone.
- Yeah.
- All right.
- Okay.
- Pop!
Hey.
You left your jacket
at my place.
Wanna pick it up later?
Did you know?
Know what?
Nadia.
Hey, did you say something
to her?
About?
Look, I know
your peace pipe routine
is fucking bullshit, okay?
But don't bring her
into whatever it is
you're running on Abdi.
I'm just trying to grant
a dying man's final wish.
Please.
What's it gonna take
to convince you
that I've changed, brother?
Stop being so fucking weird.
All right.
There is something else
going on.
I fucking knew it.
But it's not like anything
you're thinking.
Come on, I'll show you.
Church?
So, what, you found Jesus?
You might say
I've had a conversion of sorts.
Did you know
that 400 years ago...
Jerusalem's Lot
was called New Jerusalem?
New Jerusalem was settled
by a very special...
group of people.
Easy, Madam Councilwoman,
I got you.
In many ways,
this land...
- Watch your head.
- You might say...
There you go.
Is still theirs.
They were brave souls
who fought enemies
from east and west...
Are you high right now?
To defend the land
that they were promised.
Dude, what is with
the fucking history lesson?
They never surrendered,
and they never will surrender.
Honestly, man,
what the fuck
are you talking about?
Come on.
Come.
So you drag me
all the way down here
to tell me you're joining AA?
No, not AA.
But I am creating
a kind of fellowship.
Wanna join?
What the fuck?
Help me!
Help!
Chris?
Please.
Please help me.
- Don't move.
- I'll call an ambulance.
Father?
They need to hurry.
It's real bad.
We'll make you
good as new, son.
If anyone can bring me
back to life...
It's you, but...
I'm... I'm done, Inanta.
I'm done getting poked.
I'm done getting poisoned.
I'm sorry.
I needed
your discharge papers
to get you in the VA trial.
Took me forever to find them.
Almost as if you didn't
want them to be found.
Your ERB was there too.
All the places
you fought overseas.
Iraq, Afghanistan.
Those, you had stories about.
But there's one
that you left out.
Nadia...
You were there.
Mogadishu, 1993.
It was, uh...
It was a classified mission,
and, uh...
I always wondered
why you wanted us.
- Why you went to the trouble.
- Inanta.
You didn't want to foster
just any Somali kids...
You wanted us,
Abdi and me.
- Yeah.
- Yes, I did.
Why?
Because it was you.
She's got a gun!
Abdi!
Abdi, Nadia!
It was you.
Inanta...
Don't call me that, ever.
You fuck!
You're gonna let me go
right now,
or I'm gonna tell Nadia
the truth about you.
We both know
you can't have that.
Seeing you
in that white coat?
I could check out tomorrow
knowing I done one good thing.
Let's save some time
and cut through the bullshit.
I don't know
what you're insinuating...
I'm not insinuating.
I'm telling.
My nephew's missing.
I killed a man,
and then I took him to the pit
and I threw him in the hole.
That's not even
the worst of it.
He came back.
John Merrill.
John as in, uh, Ace Merrill?
He's coming for us now.
He's a very bad man.
And he's not gonna stop.
Thought you were dead,
you fucking moron!
The fuck out of here!
The plan is,
I don't let you out
until you take your pills.
Mom! Mom!
Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy!
Joy!
Nadia!
Nadia!
Right there.
Slow.
No house.
No house.
Abdi! Nadia!
- She's got a weapon!
- Tell her to stop.
Nadia!
- Drop the weapon! Drop it!
- Nadia!
- Stay down.
- She's down!
Keep open.
There could be more.
Evening, neighbor.
Need a lift?
How's your mother?
She's... she's fine.
Glad to hear it.
Let me give you a ride.
Uh, th-that... that's my bus.
Ready?
- What?
- Saturday.
I can't, J.
With this whole Pop situation,
it's a lot.
Come on,
you canceled last week.
Apologies
for being late, Pastor.
Long night.
Anything I can do?
Does the Bible
say anything
about how to stop a family
from killing each other?
Yes, actually.
Anyway, sorry,
in a bit of a rush today.
One fellow who needs
a pneumonia check and...
her.
Joy?
The mother's own fudge
are you doing?
Joy told me to get her shit.
Where is she?
- I don't know.
- Little liar.
This is all my fault.
I should have made sure that
she was swallowing the pills.
You didn't cause
any of this, Joy.
Sometimes it helps
to feel like it's your fault...
because that means
you've got control.
You think, "If I broke it,
then I can fix it."
I can.
I could just go back
and... and... and be good
like... like before.
I need to talk to her!
Should have
given her a phone, then.
You tell her that
she needs to come home now!
You almost killed your own
fucking daughter last night!
No.
Look around you, lady.
Look at your fucking face.
Can I stay with you?
Just until
we figure everything out.
Please?
Joy, we either have to
call the police or your mother.
- Where is she?
- She's at my house.
Look, it's better
than a shelter.
She's safe.
She just wasn't ready to...
- Better with me than anywhere.
- She was covered in blood.
'Cause the sutures opened up.
Sit down, Anne.
Look, I don't know
what yarn she's been spinning,
but Joy's always had
quite an imagination.
- She told me you're running...
- from her father.
Do you have full custody?
I don't know why I would
have to explain to you...
to a woman...
why we had to run
from a violent man.
If you and Joy
are in danger...
We weren't
until you decided to help.
She needs a stable home,
and you need a specialist
supervising your care.
Christmas.
And I can't let you back
at the hospital.
I'm sorry, Anne.
Anne?
Joy!
Come out here immediately!
Get the fuck out of here.
I am here for my daughter.
She says she's not going.
- Her words.
- Please...
Woman, she told us
what you did!
Do not come back here.
Joy!
Joy!
Joy!
All right,
let's just fucking play.
All right.
He can't hurt me, Pop.
Little homemade video here.
Oh, so cute, so cute.
Look at you guys.
They don't play baseball
in Somalia, do they?
Throw it to me!
Okay.
Okay.
What's your problem?
Everyone puts a card down,
and whoever has
the highest card
takes all the cards
that are there.
And whoever with the most
cards at the end wins.
You got it?
How much are we playing for?
The fuck are you doing?
- What, are you still high?
- Yeah.
Just reflecting.
Those two shit-buckets
are waiting for you.
They're out there talking
about shooting up Somalis
thanks to you.
Something really bad
almost happened.
To Abdi, to Pop.
Shit even you wouldn't be able
to live with.
I don't know.
I find I can live with a lot.
Turn that shit off.
It's fucking creepy.
Come on!
Stop that.
Stop that, come on.
Wheelchair, lobby for assist.
Wheelchair to lobby
for assist.
Inanta, I, uh...
I got some bad instincts
when it comes to your brother.
I know that.
I made a big mistake.
And I want to get square
with you,
and I'll do whatever...
Your blood results came back.
The chemo hasn't given us
the outcome we had hoped for.
Okay.
So what you're saying is,
we're done.
That's not
what I'm saying.
There are dozens
of new therapies.
- Bone marrow transplants...
- Nah, Nadia.
Immunotherapy,
clinical trials.
Yeah, well,
maybe I don't want to fight it.
You see,
that's not how this works.
I came back to fix you.
You tried.
And now you're gonna try.
You owe me that.
Your PD-1 inhibitor trial
sounds promising.
I was hoping
he might be a candidate.
He's not showing up
in the system.
Is it M-E-R-R-I-L-L?
I don't think he's used the
Veterans Health system before.
Ever?
How long's he been out?
A while.
Sergeant Major Merrill
served in Iraq and, uh,
well, he doesn't like
to talk about it, you know?
Hmm, he serve anywhere else?
Afghanistan, I think.
But he's not exactly
the most patriotic veteran.
No offense.
I know how you guys can get.
None taken.
What makes you think
he wants to join the study?
Look, if you can get him in,
then I can convince him.
Thank you, Doctor.
Abdi Howlwadaag.
- How are you holding up?
- Not great.
Come get worse.
Mm.
I actually thought about
stopping by the church
this morning.
Pop doesn't need
thoughts and prayers.
I need you
to work on him for me.
Get him back in the fight.
I just can't imagine...
I mean, he could really
just be not here.
Not... not at the store,
not anywhere.
And it will be my fault.
Come on, Nadia.
Just like Mom.
Your mom?
It's true.
You were just a kid.
I, um, walked out
like I was in a dream.
Walked right into a war.
I couldn't save her.
But this, this I can do...
if he'd just fucking let me.
I'll work on him.
So what can I do
for you, Mr. Merrill?
Say a man has something
on his books...
something bad...
and he can't shift it;
he can't pay it off.
It's written in blood...
just soaked
right through the page.
It's eating
at his fucking liver
faster than the cancer.
And the only way
to make it stop...
is to tell the person
he did it to...
'cause she don't even know.
So...
Should he do it?
Should he tell her?
I guess I'd have to ask...
Why is he confessing to her
and not God?
And then I'd ask,
"What's it cost?"
Well, he's in
a unique position
to pay anything,
being he's doomed and all.
No, her.
The person he's confessing to,
what's the confession cost her?
Let's have
a couple Jamesons.
Will do.
We're shutting
the Tiger tomorrow,
open to close.
Private event.
Okay.
Tell Heather
to pull the best slosh we got,
and get word
to any happy asshole
that might want to tie one on
at 4:00 on a Sunday.
Customers, tenants,
the fucking pope.
We having a party?
A wake.
A big, sloppy
Irish wake.
For?
You got another round
of chemo coming.
Yeah, last round...
bought me, what,
few weeks?
Pissing into the wind, son.
I'm in fucking overtime.
Pop, don't...
It's okay, Chrissy.
Is, uh, Joy here?
Oh, she's... she's cool.
So, um, did you...
did you see her?
- Yes.
- Did she see you?
No, she didn't see me take it.
What'll happen
when she realizes it's gone?
I don't know.
Do you know the combo?
It's probably, like,
my birthday
or something, right?
Um, thank you
for doing all this.
Eh, it's no problem.
I put more minutes
on that phone.
Better use them... to call me.
I put some of your clothes
in there too.
Hmm.
My birthday.
Mom's birthday?
Christmas, Joy.
Christmas, Joy.
- Let us alone.
- Oh, scared, huh?
Afraid, huh?
How long can you stay fresh
in that can?
Come on, get up and fight,
you shivering junkyard.
Put your hands up,
you lopsided bag of hay!
Now,
that's getting personal, Lion.
Yes, get up
and teach him a lesson.
Well, what's wrong
with you teaching him?
Uh, well... well,
I hardly know him.
Well, I'll get you,
anyway, peewee...
No!
It's Tom Heiden
from the Veterans Health
Administration.
Got good news
about the PD-1 trial.
One of our Iraqi vets
has dropped out,
so a spot has opened up.
We would need
Sergeant Major Merrill's
DD214 discharge.
If you don't have it,
you can request it
from the army archives.
Of course,
that could take months,
and obviously,
time is of the essence.
Anyway, if you can
get the document,
we can get him in the study.
Pop?
Ace?
Jesus.
What are you doing here?
What are you doing here, Lance?
Oh, I'm making
Ace's deposits.
Uh, well, I'm trying
to save Pop's fucking life.
Let's call it a night.
We got a fucking message
for your brother.
Take your fucking hands off me!
Careful with that thing,
sweetie.
Yeah.
Do you even know
how to use it?
Bitch!
Move.
Move it.
This bitch grew up here.
Timothy, Timothy, Timothy.
Whatcha doing?
Scamming some beers
for your friends
out in the parking lot?
I'm sorry, Mr. Merrill.
What are you sorry about?
Any of those kids under 14?
No.
Then take some more beer.
Now, get the fuck out of here.
Thank you, Mr. Merrill.
I imagined
something simpler for you.
Pine box, maybe.
What the fuck
are you doing here?
- I could leave if you want.
- Okay.
I just wanted to tell you,
after you're really gone...
I won't make any more trouble
with Abdi.
You do realize it's not
brain cancer I got, right?
Red wine.
He gonna control himself
for one goddamn night?
Hey, let's, uh,
give it up for the band.
It's... it's the best
I could find on short notice.
Oh, Chris.
Uh, Councilwoman Pinto,
all you other nobodies
from The Lot and The Rock,
I, uh, I appreciate you taking
a moment out of your schedules
to come celebrate.
We all know him as Pop...
but to, uh...
to me and my brother,
he... he really is Pop.
He's our Pop.
Now, some of us feel
this is a bit premature...
- Ah. Okay.
- And... ah, here he comes.
Enough of this
weepy horseshit.
I love you, Chris, but you want
a thing done right,
you gotta do it yourself,
so here goes.
Uh, Reginald Marion Merrill...
Known as Pop
to his friends, enemies,
and various other miscreants...
Passed away this week,
much to the delight
of damn near everyone.
Pop loan-sharked every sucker
that got himself into a jam
and... and hawked every manner
of gewgaw and doodad...
to unsuspecting chumps
at the Emporium Galorium.
Caveat emptor.
That's the sign
that sits on the counter.
It's Latin.
It means,
"You've just been cheated
by the biggest son of a bitch
in southern Maine."
Although Pop had no children
of his own,
he raised
his sister Brenda's kids,
Chris and John,
and because of Pop's
diligent parenting,
those two young men grew
into the abject piece of shit
and the dimwitted boob
you know today.
I'll let you figure out
which one is which.
Pop also fostered two kids
from Somalia...
Which was probably
the only decent thing Pop did
in his otherwise
beshitted life.
No, not...
not decent, no.
It wasn't decency.
It was just a debt.
Just another goddamn debt
to be settled.
But...
it can't be settled.
It... it can't be...
it can't be settled.
Hey, Pop, you okay?
Uh...
Thanks for coming.
Uh, just... uh, just keep
drinking, everyone.
- Yeah.
- All right.
- Okay.
- Pop!
Hey.
You left your jacket
at my place.
Wanna pick it up later?
Did you know?
Know what?
Nadia.
Hey, did you say something
to her?
About?
Look, I know
your peace pipe routine
is fucking bullshit, okay?
But don't bring her
into whatever it is
you're running on Abdi.
I'm just trying to grant
a dying man's final wish.
Please.
What's it gonna take
to convince you
that I've changed, brother?
Stop being so fucking weird.
All right.
There is something else
going on.
I fucking knew it.
But it's not like anything
you're thinking.
Come on, I'll show you.
Church?
So, what, you found Jesus?
You might say
I've had a conversion of sorts.
Did you know
that 400 years ago...
Jerusalem's Lot
was called New Jerusalem?
New Jerusalem was settled
by a very special...
group of people.
Easy, Madam Councilwoman,
I got you.
In many ways,
this land...
- Watch your head.
- You might say...
There you go.
Is still theirs.
They were brave souls
who fought enemies
from east and west...
Are you high right now?
To defend the land
that they were promised.
Dude, what is with
the fucking history lesson?
They never surrendered,
and they never will surrender.
Honestly, man,
what the fuck
are you talking about?
Come on.
Come.
So you drag me
all the way down here
to tell me you're joining AA?
No, not AA.
But I am creating
a kind of fellowship.
Wanna join?
What the fuck?
Help me!
Help!
Chris?
Please.
Please help me.
- Don't move.
- I'll call an ambulance.
Father?
They need to hurry.
It's real bad.
We'll make you
good as new, son.
If anyone can bring me
back to life...
It's you, but...
I'm... I'm done, Inanta.
I'm done getting poked.
I'm done getting poisoned.
I'm sorry.
I needed
your discharge papers
to get you in the VA trial.
Took me forever to find them.
Almost as if you didn't
want them to be found.
Your ERB was there too.
All the places
you fought overseas.
Iraq, Afghanistan.
Those, you had stories about.
But there's one
that you left out.
Nadia...
You were there.
Mogadishu, 1993.
It was, uh...
It was a classified mission,
and, uh...
I always wondered
why you wanted us.
- Why you went to the trouble.
- Inanta.
You didn't want to foster
just any Somali kids...
You wanted us,
Abdi and me.
- Yeah.
- Yes, I did.
Why?
Because it was you.
She's got a gun!
Abdi!
Abdi, Nadia!
It was you.
Inanta...
Don't call me that, ever.
You fuck!