Over There (2005): Season 1, Episode 2 - Roadblock Duty - full transcript

Previously on Over There.

Kitchen's done.

Oh, uh, "negatory" on Junior's room.

Hah!

We're making memories, all right.

I think you're just as crazy
as you were the day I married you!

Bye, Frank.

Mind your mom, Eddy.

Over here!

Vanessa

I don't know if I can explain
to you in words what's happening to me.



I don't mean shooting at men
and being shot at.

I mean inside.

You risk the life of one of my men again,
I'll shoot you myself.

- Yo, Bo. What's up? You wanna go in with us?
- On what?

- On a beer run.
- I'll go with you.

- Okay.
- All right.

Why have you come here, infidel?

Why have you come here to plague us
with your bombs and your lies?

I haven't bombed anybody.

I haven't lied to anybody.

- Why have you come here to steal our oil?
- I haven't stolen a goddamn.

Your masters are liars and thieves,
and yet you obey them. Why?

Because I'm a soldier, dickhead.

No!



Wake up, infidel.

Shit.

Ah. Ow!

He's been crying out
all night again.

I know. Thanks, Reggie.

How you doing, soldier?

Yeah. It's a hell of a thing
to have happen to you, isn't it?

It's okay.

Rawhide 1, this is 6.
Bring your vehicle up to me. Over.

- Roger that.
- What's this now?

Guess we're about to find out.

Roadblock duty.

Task force 505's going through the town of
Barak looking for insurgents door-to-door.

- They expect some to run. If they run this way, stop them.
- Stop 'em how?

Stop them any way you can.
Between me and you...

Captain thinks they're looking for one guy
in particular, but they're not saying.

- Who's that?
- They're not saying. This is the worst road out.

The bridge up ahead was
heavily damaged by artillery.

I don't expect us to
see any action in this sector.

Most of our manpower has been deployed
to the routes east and to the west.

Good luck.

Stop him, stop him. Hey!

What about our replacement, sir?

- A replacement?
- Yeah, we're short a guy. Remember?

Oh, yeah. We'll try to have
somebody out here by nightfall.

They're actually turning around?

180 degrees, the other direction.

Sir, I'm-I'm trying.
There's too many vehicles in the way.

Yo, Mrs. B., watch out.

Let's move.
We're moving up to camp.

Cowboy, what's going on back there?

I have no idea. They're all
trying to turn at the same time.

All right. Unit 5, back off. Unit 5.

It's gotta be 125 goddamn degrees out.

Do you think that squiggly shit
really means halt?

That's the way it looks
in the sergeant's phrase book.

Well, if you got one of the dots wrong,
it makes it say "Sunnis suck" or something.

Long as it don't mean,
"Ram this," I'm cool.

- Bo Rider?
- Yes, ma'am.

They flew in a visitor for you
all the way from California.

It's your dad.
He's out in the hall.

- What?
- I ain't spoken to my father in six years.

- Really?
- He left when I was 14.

Said he was
going out for cigarettes.

Welcome back, Pop.

Well, why do you think
they flew him in then?

Army.

Well, you want me to
bring him in or not?

Sure.

He's gone.

Is there an N.C.O. club
on this base?

Sure, across
from the commissary.

- Is it open this early?
- For visitors, it is.

Well, that's where you'll find him.

Well, I-I didn't mean go
find him right now, ma'am.

I- I just meant that's where
you'll find him when you need to.

From what I understand,
from what you're saying, soldier

is that you'djust as soon
I take my time?

Am I getting that right?

Did he have a long flight?

Had to be 15 hours.

Military transport? No stewardesses?
No little bottles of Jack?

Yeah. He'll need some time
to get right.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

It's not yours either, soldier.
You know that, don't you?

I'll help. That's right.

It's looking good.
You're doing a lot better with that.

Jesus.

What, you got hemorrhoids or something,
man? You've been eyeballing me all day.

You volunteer for
an extra watch? Shoot.

Come on. Let's hear it, Dimwit.

Don't you have something you wanna say
about sending us out on that goddamn errand?

- What?
- Don't you maybe want to apologize?

Apologize? For what?

A man loses his leg
'cause you wanna get drunk.

I think that's worth an apology.

You blaming me?

No, I'm asking for an apology.

Or is that too civilized an idea
for a street punk like you?

You know what?
I do got something I wanna say to you.

- What's that?
- Take your civilization and shove it up your honky ass.

Okay, white boy?

I may not be able to help you
overcome a lifetime of ignorance,

but if you put down that SAW,
I can try to teach you some manners.

Although, I admit,
it's like trying to teach a dog to drive.

Man, you dead. You dead.

- Hey, put it away, or I'll shoot.
- You siding with the white boy?

Put it away,
or I'll blow your head off, goddamn it.

There's a goddamn car coming.

If you two assholes weren't trying
to kill each other, you'd know that.

Man your posts, goddamn it!

Qeff! Qeff!

I thought you said
no warning shots.

Qeff! Qeff!

Fire!

Jesus!

- Damn, what'd they do?
- They kept coming.

- They fire on us?
- Shh!

Smoke, check 'em out!

Stop!

Let me see your I.D.'s.

Hey, what are you thinking, huh?
You're smarter than that.

- You.
- What do you want me to do?

- Get the hell out of here.
- Thank you.

- Go, go. Go!
- America good!

- Allah!
- Get the hell out of here.

- You check the trunk?
- Yeah, sure. A bunch of old ladies.

What do we do about them?

- Nothing.
- What if they're still alive?

They're not. Don't touch it.

Don't even go near it, understand?
We'll call it in in the morning.

Help me out here.
We need a little more ice.

What can I do for you boys?

- Mr. Rider?
- That's me.

We're here to take you
to visit with your son.

- Well, I'm in the middle of a wager here.
- I can see that, sir.

I'd just as soon wait till
I'm done winning, if you don't mind.

My orders are to escort you to
the base hospital, sir. Now.

Why'd you come?

- Oh, that's a fine howdy-do.
- Why'd you come?

They offered me a free trip to Germany to see
my wounded son. You ask me why I'd take it?

I'm asking you why you didn't
tell 'em we don't speak?

- We don't speak?
- No, we don't.

Oh, I hadn't noticed.

Bad luck, huh?

They gonna muster you out?

No? What do they wanna do?

I don't know what they wanna do.
I wanna get back to my unit.

- What?
- I wanna get back to my unit.

The army know that?

Set aside what they're
gonna think about the idea.

I mean, why would you wanna do that?

- Because I don't wanna let them down.
- Who?

My unit. My guys.

Look, I'll get me a brace
or something and go back.

I don't quit on anybody.

You trying to
say something about me?

- Pardon?
- Are you trying to say something about me?

About how I let
you down or something?

- How I quit?
- I wasn't talking about you.

'Cause I didn't quit, all right?

You don't know a goddamn thing
about why I left.

You were a kid,
and you're still a kid.

Oh, well there's talk about starting
a co-op preschool on the base again,

but that's the kind of thing
the wives around here talk about,

but never actually get around to.

Oh. I'll be right there.

You know, a co-op you have to
actually put the time in, you know?

I mean, I have the time, God knows,

but I guess I can't
speak for everybody.

Can you hang on a second?

Hello?

Uh, this is Mrs. Rider. Who's this?

Mama.

When?

How badly?

I

H-He was wounded on a Tuesday, and you're
telling me on a Saturday night, Captain?

What's up with that?
I live in goddamn base housing.

You're telling me I
slipped the army's mind?

We'll take this up again
down the road, Captain.

How soon can you get me over there?

I'm gonna need someone
to take care of my son.

Then you will goddamn well
get into the child care business.

As a gesture to make up
for your-your failure to notify me

of my husband's injury
in a timely fashion

unless you wanna hear your name
on 60 Minutes Sunday night!

I look forward
to hearing from you.

Rawhide 6, this is Rawhide 1.
Stand by for pause rep. Over.

Juliet, Lima, 040878.

Over.

You're relieved.
Get some shut-eye.

Watch yourself there, Dim.
It could be booby-trapped.

Two young guys going fast with
no lights in the middle of the night?

No telling what they had in mind.

I called it in already.
We'll see what Command wants to do.

Any chance they were just civilians
trying to get away from the fighting?

Didn't have their lights on 'cause they
didn't want to attract any hostile action?

When they heard gunfire in the middle
of the night on an empty stretch of road

they just sped up
to try to get away?

- Any chance of that?
- Yep.

Whoo!

- Oh, man, that was intense.
- Yeah.

Well, I guess it wasn't
so intense for you, huh?

Yeah. Listen. I got a 7-year-old coming back
from day care in like, uh, five minutes. Okay?

Literally five minutes.

You mean, uh-What do you mean?
You want me out of here?

- Yeah. Please.
- Vanessa.

- Vaness, come on.
- Ow!

- Get the hell out of here, would ya?
- Hey!

Give me a goddamn minute, will you?

I don't have a minute, okay?

You had a minute
this afternoon at the bar.

It didn't take a minute
this afternoon at the bar.

Well, hey, you know,
it is a two-way street, lady.

Get out.

Mommy?

Mommy?

- Mommy, you all right?
- Yeah, as far as it goes. Why?

I drew a picture for Frank today.

- Can I send it to him?
- Sure. Gimme.

It's a picture of school.

Not of home, huh?

Can I send it?

Yes! I said yes already, okay?

I'll do my book report.

Book reports in second grade?

For Christ's sake.

I like books.

- What'd they do?
- Refused to stop.

- You check 'em out?
- The car might be booby-trapped.

We called for someone from E.O.D.,
but I guess they got better things to do.

I got your replacement for you.

Thank you, sir.

Pfc. Tariq Nassiri
reporting for duty, Sergeant.

Say what?

He a goddamn A-rab?

Yo, man, are you a A-rab?

I'm an American.

You know what I mean, man.
Where your people from?

Detroit.

Where you want me, Sergeant?

Right about
where you're at's fine.

- Shit.
- Shut up, Smoke.

- It's your turn to get some shut-eye.
- If this ain't the goddamn.

Now!

Tariq, huh? You got a nickname?

- No.
- How come?

Nobody ever gave me one,
I guess.

Why not?

Guy you're replacing used to ask
everybody about their nickname.

What happened to him?

I.E.D., lost his leg.

That's too bad.

I was in the truck with him.

Never understood why one guy
gets hurt, the other guy doesn't.

Yeah.

- You think about that too much, it can mess your head up.
- Yeah.

Why'd you sign up, man?

- 9/11.
- Yeah, me too.

- How come you waited?
- School.

Yeah, me too.

Got any questions
you wanna ask me?

Are you leaving those dead guys
there for a reason?

Yeah, Sergeant thinks the car
might be booby-trapped.

Yeah. Well, he's not so dumb.

- You think he's right?
- Yep.

How come?

They're Syrians. Rich kids.

At least by the standards
of this shithole anyways.

See, rural Iraq is like Appalachia
compared to Damascus.

These kids went to school.
You know, they could have had a life.

- Why come here?
- Jihad, man.

Holy war against America.

For some of these kids, it's the most exciting
thing that's ever happened in their world.

Look, it's like being a hippie in 1969,
and then hearing about Woodstock.

I mean, how could you
not go, you know?

Yeah, but you die here.

Yeah. Well, they have quite a different
idea of what that means than you do.

- How do you know all this?
- What? That they're Syrians?

- Well, yeah, for starters.
- They're wearing white shirts and chinos, man.

One of 'em had
a pair of Ray-Bans. It's not.

It's not exactly tribal wear.

So, you think the car
might be rigged to blow up?

Look, I wouldn't wanna
have to open that trunk.

Oh, you think I'm chicken?

No. The thing about these
improvised explosive devices

- like the one that hit your truck?
- Yeah?

Yeah. Well, they're improvised by people
who don't really know what they're doing.

I mean, half of them-
old ladies, kids

just blows up in their faces all the time
or just goes off whenever.

We put a lot of rounds
in that car.

Yeah, it wouldn't make
a difference if it's C-4.

I mean, you can hit C-4 with a hammer,
and it won't go off.

Or you can use a cell phone
from about a mile away, and it will.

You wanna tell the sergeant this?

Me? Yeah.

No. No, man.
I'm the new guy. Remember?

So you'd rather run
the risk ofbeing blown up

than running the risk of being
wrong in front of the sergeant?

Yeah, that's about
the size of it, yeah.

How are you feeling, young man?

Not too good, Major.

But, uh, I'm not a believer.

- Cutting right to the chase, huh?
- That's right, sir.

God looks after the atheists
as well as the believers, you know.

Nobody's looking after me, sir.

I've been on my own
for some time now.

None of us are on our own, son.
We're all in his hands.

- Sir, am I under orders to talk to you?
- No, of course not, son.

Then give me a break, will you?

Look, I gotta get through the night.
Don't make it any harder, okay?

It's me. It's Michelle.

I got something good for you,
but you gotta keep it down

'cause Reggie and that cowboy
are asleep, okay?

Okay.

Hey, come here. Oh, sweetheart.

Oh, hey.

Geez, it's just nice
to hold you in my arms.

Hey, it's okay.

It's okay, baby. It's okay.

Can-Can you, uh.

- Sure, absolutely.
- Thank you. Hey.

Ready?

Yep. Do it.

You don't wanna do the honors,
Sergeant?

Just pull the dingus,
will ya? All right?

Uh, it's open, I think.

I knew you was wrong! S.

Down! Cover!

Son of a bitch!

That was a shitload of C-4.

I'm telling you, Terry.
Everything's gonna be okay.

It's all gonna be okay.

I'm alive. We have each other.

I wanna get you home, baby.

- I'm going back to my unit.
- What?

I can't stand to think of them
out there in the shit without me.

Did your father
put you up to this?

- What?
- Before he left on his "Famous Beers of Germany" tour

- did your goddamn father-
- Hey.

Your war's over, sweetheart.

Don't you know that?

The chances are 1 -in-10 they'll even
let you stay in the army and do paperwork.

I already checked.

I don't care
what the chances are.

- You can't go back to combat.
- Sure, I can.

- Not without a leg.
- I can. Sure, I can.

- It's never happened.
- Well, one marine did it. I heard about it.

You want me to
ask around about this?

I'll ask anybody on this ward
or anybody else you say.

They're all gonna say the same thing.

I don't care.

Might as well start with you, soldier.
How are you doing tonight?

I'm fine.

Glad to hear that, soldier.

You have any problems,
you let us know, okay?

Doctor?

- Doctor?
- Yes, Mrs. Rider.

- I was trying to give you a signal in there.
- Really?

You saw me too, didn't you?

So, what can I do for you?

I need some advice. He thinks
he's gonna rejoin his unit in combat.

- I don't think that's realistic.
- Nor do I.

- What do I do?
- I've heard this kind of thing a thousand times.

A lot of men in your husband's situation have
expectations that are unrealistic at first.

At first?

In the first few weeks
after they're wounded

they don't
want to feel helpless.

They don't wanna believe
their lives are gonna change.

- And then what happens?
- And then they accept their new life circumstances.

He'll come around.
They all do eventually.

Key word-eventually.

As I said, I've seen this
a number of times.

Everything my husband's done,
he's done against the odds

from playing ball
to being a good father.

Now he thinks
it's his goddamn destiny.

Some men are a little more
stubborn than others.

And then there's my husband,
who makes mules look cooperative.

Damn. How come the sergeant's
so tight with the goddamn water, man?

You gonna tell him you didn't
check the trunk of the second car?

Bro, you're lucky
I didn't open that goddamn trunk.

We'd all be confetti
like them sand niggers.

I ain't saying we ain't lucky.
I'm saying we should tell the sergeant.

To hell with that shit, man.

Hey, why are we out here anyway?

Anybody ever say?

Going door-to-door
in the town up ahead.

Lieutenant said he thought they
might be looking for one guy.

How much traffic's been coming through?

You've seen it. Almost none.

How come, you think?

There's a bridge out.

Guess you gotta really wanna
get out of town to come this way.

No lights, man. That's bad.

- It's a moonlit night.
- It's still bad.

Maybe their headlights don't work. They don't
exactly have Pep Boys around here, you know?

- Want me to get the sergeant?
- He'll be out in a minute. They all will.

- Why do you say that?
- It's gonna get loud, brother.

"Qaffi"! "Qaffi"!

Qeff! Qeff!

Qeff! Qeff!

- Same goddamn thing, huh?
- Yeah.

According to the R.O.E.'s
we're not to fire warning shots.

To hell with the R.O.E.'s, man.
I think it's the right thing to do.

What do you think Tariq?

Do it!

Son of a bitch.

Angel, you and me,
we take it out.

The rest of you, hold your fire.

Fire!

This isn't a fight.
It's a goddamn execution.

- It's assisted suicide.
- Be careful there, Dim.

- God! Oh, Jesus, God!
- What is it?

It's a little girl in the back!

- She's alive.
- No way.

I'm looking right at her, man.
I'm looking into her eyes.

- She's trying to say something.
- Shit.

What do we do?

Who else is in the car?
Who else is in the goddamn car?

A guy! One guy, an older guy at the wheel.
It looks like he could be her grandfather.

- Is he alive too?
- No way, man. Back of his head's blown off.

- Don't touch the car!
- Don't touch the car? She's alive!

I don't give a shit!
I said don't touch the car, goddamn it!

Goddamn it, Dim!
I gave you a goddamn direct order!

Oh, shit!

There's another
goddamn car coming!

Isn't this what
happened last time?

Yeah. Dim, Smoke,
cover the Honda.

Everyone in the Honda's goddamn dead!

Shut up. Cover it anyway from behind
these goddamn sandbags.

Angel, you and me
cover the second car from the left.

- Understand?
- Check.

Tariq, you talk to the driver.

- From this side too. Understand?
- Roger.

Anything look funny to you-anything-
you blast away! Understand?

Yes, Sergeant!

- What's he saying?
- He's saying that he's already lost his son tonight,

and that if we're gonna kill his wife,
he wants us to kill him too.

- I.D.'s check out?
- Yeah, far as I can tell.

- Should I let him go?
- What do you think?

- I'm gonna let 'em go, okay?
- Okay.

Hey, man, at least check
the goddamn trunk.

What are you doing, Tariq?

Talk to me! Talk to me, Tariq!
What are you doing? Goddamn it!

What the hell are you doing?

- It's a setup!
- What?

There's somebody in the trunk.
It's a setup!

Smoke, you didn't
check the trunk of the other car, did you?

Tell me the goddamn truth!

- Yes, I did, you-
- He didn't!

Goddamn it! I knew it!

I am your prisoner.
You are bound by the Geneva.

- Shut the hell up!
- We're bound by the Geneva Convention?

We're bound
by the Geneva Convention?

You sent two Syrians to get killed

to see if we'd let the next car
through after we shot one!

- Dim! Dim!
- Then you sent a little girl to get killed,

- so you could sneak through the checkpoint?
- Dim!

- Who the hell do you think you are?
- Dim, what are you doing, Dim?

Dim! Back away, Dim! Back off!

Let me go! Let me go!

Angel, Smoke, get this shithead
out of the car and search him.

He makes any funny moves, shoot him.

He reaches for anything, shoot him.
He says one goddamn word, shoot him!

Then get me my goddamn radio!

Good job, soldier.
Good job everybody.

They gave up four of their own
to protect this asshole.

If he's that important to them,
he's that important to us.

The day is comin'

The drums are drummin'

If you know one say a prayer.

There's mothers cryin'

And fathers sighin', uh-huh.

War is in the air.

The trains are filling up
with boys.

Who've left behind
their favorite toys.

They're going over there.

Over there.

Where someone has to die.

Over there.

Over there.

Where ours is not to reason why.

Over there.

Over there.

Where someone has to die