Over There (2005): Season 1, Episode 3 - The Prisoner - full transcript

- Previously on Over There-
- Roadblock duty.

Task Force 505's going through Barak looking
for insurgents. If they run this way, stop them.

- Qeff!
- Captain thinks they're looking for one guy in particular.

Let me see your I.D.'s.

Get the hell out of here.

- You check the trunk?
- Yeah, sure.

P.F.C. Tariq Nassiri,
reporting for duty, Sergeant.

He a goddamn A-rab?

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

What happened to him?

- I'm going back to my unit.
- Your war is over, sweetheart.



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

I am your prisoner. You are bound
by the Geneva... Shut the hell up!

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

If he's that important to them

he's that important to us.

You got some water, dickhead?

I said, you got some water?

Probably got some Muslim
holy water on him.

Muslims don't have holy water.

- How you know that?
- Catholics have holy water.

Don't mean Muslims don't.

Ahab. Ahab the Arab.

- Muslims got holy water?
- Name's Tariq.

- But you're Muslim though, ain't you?
- Oh, I'm a Holy Roller.



You should see me dance.

Don't be lookin' at me, sand nigger.
Keep your eyes to yourself.

You pulled his hood off.

- Man, suck my black-
- Zip it up back there!

Hey, see what they want.

You guys got the prisoner
from Barak?

- Yes, sir.
- Follow me.

Bring out your prisoner.

Bring him out.

You'll be staying
with this guy a while.

I got orders to deliver
my prisoner to

I'm countermanding those orders.

- I'm gonna need to see some paperwork.
- There is no goddamn paperwork.

When you want to change my orders, you're
gonna have to take it up with my lieutenant.

Mount up.

Your vehicle broke down.
You had to stop for repairs.

Your lieutenant will understand.

You have his personal effects?

A cell phone, huh?

It was a mistake
gettin' caught with that.

Didn't the people who trained you
tell you that?

Your war is over, son.
No point in acting tough now.

- Geneva Convention.
- You speak English?

Geneva Convention.

- You do, don't you?
- Geneva Convention.

- Name, rank and serial number.
- Geneva Convention.

If you don't have a name, rank and
serial number, you're not a soldier.

Geneva Convention doesn't apply.
Got me, Mahatmi?

In fact, if you're not a soldier
and we find you armed

you're either a terrorist or a spy.

- Either way, we can shoot your ass.
- He wasn't armed.

Sir.

- Shut up, soldier.
- Yes, sir.

- Don't talk till I tell you to talk.
- Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

You see this town?

See this empty little piece of shit
of a ghost town?

This is my town.

You understand?

Nothing happens in my town
unless I say it happens.

Do you understand?

If anything does happen, it still
didn't happen unless I say it happened.

Do you understand?

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

We're ghosts

playing by ghost rules.

I'm the only ghost
who knows what they are.

Cut off his flex ties.

Arms out.

Arms out!

I knew it.

Set up a perimeter.
Take shifts on guard duty.

Prisoner is now in what we call
in the trade a stress position.

If he moves, shoot him.

Blue 42, hut!

Hey, baby.

Hey, baby. How's it goin'?

I'm in a damn fog.

- My dreams have improved anyways.
- I should hope so, soldier.

You're on the maximum dose of morphine
a human can handle.

I don't want to be on morphine.

- I said, I don't want to be on morphine.
- Sweetheart.

Well, I don't want to be on morphine.
Do you understand that?

You want off your medication,
you have to take it up with your doctor.

That's not my department, okay?

Man. That dude has some guts.

- You think?
- I couldn't have stood like that all day.

Sure you could've, man.

I ever get taken prisoner, I hope they
treat me better than we're treatin' him.

If you get taken prisoner, they're gonna
crush your balls in a garlic press,

and post it on the Internet
so your mom can see.

- That's very vivid.
- Well, they're living through the Middle Ages, man.

They got about 500 years to go
before they catch up with us.

I take it you don't feel a substantial
cultural affinity with your Arab brethren.

I feel a substantial cultural affinity
with my ass, man, and I want to keep it.

This scumbag would cut my throat
in a Detroit minute.

- Is that like a New York minute?
- It's faster.

- What'd he do?
- Got caught.

- What happened to your vehicle?
- Got shot.

- By who?
- I don't know. And I saw him do it.

He's in with Sergeant Scream.

Y'all bring a resupply?
I got like two M.R.E. S left.

- Yeah, in the back of the truck.
- Oh, yeah.

- Shitbird.
- Leave him alone.

Man, I wish I had my husband here.

He's got a tool kit makes this government-issue
shit look like the second-rate shit it is.

Got a real nice tool kit, huh?

Can you give me that wrench? Thanks.

What do we do?

Man said watch him.
I'm watching him.

Don't you think
you better check on him?

Nope.

Hey.

Hey. You all right?

You alive at least?

Shit.

- Grab him, Smoke.
- What else, sir?

Come here. Let him go.

Come on. Come on.

- Get him.
- I got him. I got him. I got him.

Stay there.

Allah, I come. I come to you.

Not till you tell me where my Stingers are,
you little shit!

I will be welcomed in paradise
as a martyr!

- Where's my missiles?
- Kill me, you savages.

You heathens. You devils.

Kill me now!

Kill me, please. I beg of you.

You're not getting off that easy, kid.

Get him on his feet.

Tie his hands behind him.

You all right, soldier?

Come with me.

That scared you, did it?

No, sir.

What about it
scared you exactly?

Why do you want to know?

'Cause I'm in the business.

I need to know what scares a man.

An enemy who's not afraid to die.

Jesus, how do you fight that?

Well

first of all,
if he's not afraid to die

you take the threat of death
off the table.

- What's left?
- Whatever he can't live with.

- What can't you live with?
- Me?

Yeah.

What would you rather die
than to have happen?

What kind of shame
or dishonor or.

What's the worst thing
you can imagine?

If you.

If I believed you'd do something
to my stepson, Eddy.

I'd give it up.

Get some sleep.

Mom?

Mommy?

Eddy?

Eddy!

Goddamn it.

Jesus Christ. We missed him.
I told you.

Never let me fall asleep.

- This ain't good, man.
- I'm not playing games!

A soldier could get in trouble for
this kind of thing, don't you think, Dim?

- Dim.
- I don't know.

That's all I'm sure of
is I don't know.

Guys at Abu Ghraib
got court-martialed.

Not for nothin' nobody else did.

If he want to get his ass in a sling,
that's his business.

Somebody'd have
to write him up anyways.

Yeah, somebody'd have
to write him up.

There ain't nobody here
but us chickens.

- You ain't gonna write him up, huh?
- Me?

Hell, no.

Me neither.

Far as I'm concerned, if attaching
battery leads to the balls of some Iraqi

gonna save even one American ass.

All I got to say is,
red is positive, and black is negative.

The question is,
is it gonna save one American ass?

He didn't say nothing to you, Dim?

About what he's trying to find out?

Sergeant.
Know what this is all about?

I'm not supposed to say.

But I will, if you promise to keep
your mouths shut and let me sleep.

That town where we were working
roadblock duty-Barak?

Somebody in that town hijacked a truck
with 20 Stinger missiles in it.

Shit.

They were going
through the town door-to-door

when we caught this one sneaking out.

Ryan thinks he knows
where the missiles are at.

- You think the guy's gonna tell him?
- All I know is

until they find the Stingers, there's no
close air support for anybody in this sector

which means, if you get pinned down

the helos can't come in to help you.

So I'm thinking I'm gonna
give this guy some latitude.

Right, Dim?

Right.

You think we're gonna
hold on to you forever, Ali?

You think we're gonna feed and house you
the rest of your miserable life?

We have orders to turn
all noncooperative subjects

over to the Pakistani
Anti-Terror Task Force!

You know what they do
to terrorists, don't you?

'Cause they don't operate by the rules
we operate by, do they?

No, they operate
by the rules you operate by,

and that's why they're terrifying.

Why you have him here?

- Tariq?
- Yes.

To translate,
in case you miss some subtlety

that might save your worthless life.

- Your mother must be ashamed.
- Why don't you leave my mother out of this, man.

Your mother is a whore.

- You let him attack me.
- That was a conversation, brother.

You just don't know how to talk.

It was an unprovoked attack.

How about I bring back the kid
this guy replaced, dickhead?

The kid that got his leg blown off by
some sneaky little scumbag like yourself.

You want to have a conversation
with him instead?

Morphine is the keystone of your
pain management program, son.

In fact, right now, it is your
pain management program.

Well, I can take a little pain.

You've lost a limb.
We're talking about a great deal of pain.

Well, I can take a great deal of pain.

If you're really determined to stop

we can wean you off it over the course
of the next several weeks.

I want off it now-today.

- You're already addicted to it, son.
- That's why I want off it.

But that's why it's dangerous.
The withdrawal is too severe.

In your weakened state,
you could go into shock.

We'll talk about it again tomorrow.

I'll have the M.P. S in here
to hold you down, soldier.

Will you, Doc?
Will you have 'em here all the time?

- You want to try me?
- And you me, Doc?

You'll take your medication,
and that's an order.

- Just repeat the test.
- All right.

Doc?

He'll come around, Mrs. Rider.

Could the withdrawal kill him?
Could he actually die?

No, he'll just wish he had.

- Then why not let him do it? He's a fighter.
- So I've noticed.

Give him something to fight

that's not you or, God forbid, me.

Please.

Okay.

It's against my better judgment,

but okay.

Hand me the other one.

- All right.
- Thanks.

- Is that the right one?
- Yeah.

- Three-quarter, right?
- Yeah, yeah.

The kid tried to choke
Scream out. This crazy guy.

You was gonna let him
choke Dim out, huh?

What is it, soldier?

Sir, I

I heard Tariq got into it
with the prisoner.

Never happened.

I'm sorry, I

I just mean.

What are you trying
to get out of this guy?

- What are you trying to do to him?
- Why do you ask?

'Cause frankly, sir, whatever the game is,
it looks like he's winning.

I'm trying to make it
look like he's winning.

I'm trying to make him think
I'm at wit's end.

Why?

So he'll believe I'll actually do
what I'm gonna tell him I'm doing.

Look.

Here's the thing.

- I know he knows.
- How?

When I first put him in the stress
position-Do you remember that?

Yeah.

He didn't object.

Now strictly speaking, that's the
worst thing I can physically do

to a prisoner I'm interrogating.

All he has to do to stop me
from doing it is refuse,

and he didn't.

He wouldn't.

He's too proud.

You know something else?

He's too proud to lie to me.

- I don't follow.
- He's a soldier, a trained fighter.

You saw the way he went after you.

So he knows to lie to me

to have two sets of lies.

First he's supposed to tell me
he's a thief.

That's why he paid the old people
to sneak him out of town.

Thought he'd wind up
in Abu Ghraib.

You follow?

Then when he sees
I'm getting tired of this story

he's supposed to pretend
to break down, tell me the truth.

He's a drug dealer. That's why
he couldn't afford to get caught.

But this one won't even lie to me.

He's too proud to lie to the infidel.

You see where I'm going with this?

You're gonna use his pride
against him.

What?

- You go to college, soldier?
- Yes, sir.

You ever thought about intel?

- You want to think about it now?
- All due respect

fighting is a little clearer.

Not a lot, but... a little.

Right there! Right there!

Shit.

Shit.

- Sound off, goddamn it! Dim!
- I'm good! I'm over here.

- How you doing over there, Angel?
- I'm good. I'm behind cover.

- I got my targets picked out.
- Hold your fire till I tell you.

- Tariq?
- I'm right in front of you, Sergeant!

Smoke?

I'm in the shit, Sergeant!

I'm takin' fire!

- Are you hit?
- No! But I'm in the shit!

All right, sit tight. We'll get
you out of there! Doublewide?

I'm good! I have broken glass
down the back of my shirt, but I'm good!

- Mrs. B.?
- Don't call me that!

- Top of her game!
- All right. What do we got?

- Sergeant! Don't you want to know how I'm doin'?
- No!

- Your prisoner seems to be okay.
- I got him covered, Sergeant.

All right, back to work!
How many and where?

I count four
on the rooftop to the east.

I got five! One moved up
50 yards to the left.

I hate for the new guy to be right, Angel!

I say, I hate for the new guy
to be right!

Understand?

- There's four now, sir.
- Don't call me sir, goddamn it!

- Get ready, Smoke!
- Get ready? Get ready for what?

- I'm about to get shot here!
- Get ready to move, goddamn it!

All right, I am ready!

- Whoo! Where the hell did you learn how to do that?
- Church camp.

Do you want me to shoot him, Sergeant?

No, no, no, no!
We can't do that.

Get up! Get up!

- You okay up there?
- Yep!

My prisoner seems to have
bumped his head.

- He unconscious?
- Yep!

Good. I'm calling in the air strike.

There's no helos!

- You mean F-16s?
- Yep!

A little close to the bad guys
for fast movers, aren't we?

- Well, you are.
- Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee.

Call it in.
You have my blessing.

Thanks! You got my U.H.F. Radio?

Right here.

Hail Mary, full of grace.
The Lord is with thee.

What are you praying for?

That my husband don't get a visit
from the Defense Department tomorrow.

What do you think I'm praying for?

Thank you.

- Um, I'm sorry.
- Can I help you?

I'm just in the wrong place is all.

You looking for
the family support group?

You're in the right place.
You'rejust our first husband. That's all.

We've been waiting for our first husband,
haven't we, ladies?

Mm-hmm.

Had to happen sometime,
given today's army.

Yes, it did.
What's your name, may I ask?

Sergio.

Welcome, Sergio.

They said he'd be home
this month.

Now they say it could be
another six months.

It's not right.

Sergio, anything you want to add
before we close the meeting for today?

Mm-mmm.

I mean, my-my problems aren't
as bad as you guys, you know?

L-I'm sorry. I just mean

they give me time at work,
uh, when I need it.

I mean, I'm lonely just like
everyone else is, you know.

I went shopping the other day,

and I'm, uh, filling up the cart
and walking down the aisle,

and I reach for these
mozzarella sticks, you know?

And I-I don't eat 'em. I hate 'em,
but it's my wife's favorite snack.

Then I stop and think, you know,
what the hell am I buying these for?

She's not gonna be back
till next year.

You know, they're just gonna
sit in the freezer, right?

So I go to put 'em back,

and suddenly I can't do it.

I can't.

It's like, if I put 'em back

you know, it's like I'm saying,
you know

she might not

she might never.

I mean, you know,
sh-she's a mechanic.

I mean, she's-she's not gonna.

Well, I-I just miss her.

Hey. Come back, okay?

We wives gotta stick together.

- It's okay.
- I said, don't touch me!

I'm sorry.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- I'm an asshole.
- No, you're not.

I'm an asshole. I'm a loser. For Christ's
sake, who gets hurt on a beer run?

I'm not the man you married.

- You-You have every right to leave me.
- I'm not leavin'.

You have every right
to leave me, I said.

I was gonna play ball.

- I was gonna go to college.
- You can still go to college.

I'm a cripple! I'm a cripple!

And you should get out while you can!

You should ta-
You should take the first bus.

Call your mother.
Have her come pick you up.

I'm not goin' anywhere.

I'm not goin' anywhere.

Ingress north. Reset dodge.

Aircraft inbound.

Before it gets loud enough for them to
hear it, we start laying down cover fire.

When Ryan moves, we lay down
even more. Understand?

Aircraft inbound.

Do what I do, got it? Tell Dim.

Dim. Aircraft inbound.

- Holy shit.
- Do what we do.

Get your ass back here, sir!

I live for this shit.

For God sakes,
there was only two of them left.

Colonel Ryan around?

Son of a bitch is a colonel.

- Sawa?
- Hassan? Hassan!

- Sawa?
- Hassan!

Put her in here.

My, my.

His name's not really Ali.

You okay?

I feel like I been through
the In-Sink-Erator, but.

Well, I feel like I used to feel
the morning after a game.

Do you feel like you won?

Gee, I don't know.

I played hard.

I got you.

Watch this one, and listen too.

He gets excited,
you break him down.

- I brought your sister here.
- You're a pig. You're a heathen.

I am. That's a fact.
But I got your sister in there anyway.

- You touch her, I'll kill you.
- Listen, I don't care

how you feel or what you think.

You know that.

I just want to straighten you out
on one point, okay? For your own good.

You're not killing anybody.
Not anymore.

Your friends are dead.
You're going to prison. Your life is over.

All right, now you got
one last chance

to do one good thing.

Tell me where the Stingers are,

- and save your 15-year-old sister.
- No.

You know what the Pakistanis
will do to her.

They will beat her
within an inch ofher life,

and then they'll rape her.

And they will rape her every day,

for the rest of her life.

Until her skin turns black

until she's too sick to touch.

And then they'll stick their rifles
in her... Jesus Christ, Colonel.

The Pakistanis are on their way.

They are coming like your sister came.

Tell me what I need to know,

and I'll send her home.

Come on, kid.

Don't make me do this.

Even I have a conscience.

I need one more thing.

- You are not in a position to negotiate.
- One more thing.

What?

If I tell you where they are

you must swear to me that no one
will be killed when you go to get them.

They're on a farm, but the farmer
doesn't know what they are.

He just did us a favor.

He has a family.

You send my sister home,

and you make sure no one dies.

All right. Done.

You swear?

Do you swear on your God,
if you have one?

I swear on everything I believe in.

I tell you where they are.

Thank you, Sergeant.

The men and women of your squad
did us all a great service here.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Good luck, soldier.

He's lucky he drew you, sir.

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 fillin'up with boys.

Who've left behind their favorite toys.

They're goin'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.

Target acquired. Dead lock.

Five, four, three, two-