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Hey.

You want me to sit here?

Can I smoke?

Hang on.

Why do you want me to start?

And all the dark clouds roll away.

The young sun begins to shine.

I see my freedom from across the way.

And it comes right in.

much light.

Yet it comes from the sky above.

Make me feel so free.

Make me feel like me.

Yet it lights my life up.

I'm 23 years old, and I still don't understand what it is that people do.

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

this together.

I grew up around here.

Apartments are nice.

Some of them have balconies.

And the trees are nice.

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

I mean, I think I'd like them all.

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

Until there's nothing holding me together.

I know you're going home.

I'm in a baseball hat, red scarf, white button-down shirt, blue hoodie, some

jeans, old sneakers, nothing out of the ordinary.

The scarf is to cover the lower half of my face, although it's a little late for

it to do any good. I've been at it for a while now.

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

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

I got a lot of sadness in the face to make up for, so I gotta act like I'm

crazy or people will think I'm a pussy.

Hey! Get on the ground!

Get on the fucking ground now!

One thing about robbing banks is you're mostly robbing women, so the last thing

you want to be is rude.

Ma'am, it's nothing personal.

That's okay.

What's your name?

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

What's your name?

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

As I stood there holding a gun, taking her in, something overtook me

like a kind of badness, as if I'd always known that this was how things were

supposed to end.

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

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

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

And I don't want to tell lies, but I thought, man, I'd really like to fuck

this girl.

I called

your name like ten times.

Sorry, uh, my music was loud. Hey. I like your sweater.

Thank you. I got it on Coventry. It's an old sad bastard sweater.

You're in my English class.

I know. I'm a class doctor, right?

Yeah.

But you always go.

Yes, I do.

I guess I'll see you around.

Hey, where are you from?

Elba, New York.

What's that like?

Same kind of lake, same kind of town, just a little bit shittier.

I, uh, I've had a girlfriend since high school.

Really?

Sweet. Yeah, she, um, goes to school in New Jersey.

She got a name?

Yeah, uh, Madison Kowalski.

She's really pretty.

Yeah, super pretty.

I really liked Emily, but I'd already promised Madison I'd catch the Greyhound

bus and go and visit her at school that weekend.

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

least her roommate had gone home because her grandmother died.

It was too bad.

Whatever. She was old.

Well, tell Madison I said hello.

Madison thought I was a bitch.

Go.

The party she took me to were mostly shit.

I mean, kids drank beer in a basement, then out in cinder block.

Some kind of beer pong that's dungeon red light district bullshit.

Everything was dismal as murder.

All these random dudes knew Madison.

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

He liked every eye in the room on him, which is fine, whatever.

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

with the girl who was on top of the table.

Fucking a ghost.

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

such as anything, but I had to work.

Old Man Fatuq had half a dozen daughters and granddaughters. They all worked at

his restaurant.

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

there.

All of the granddaughters drove Escalades or Denali's or whatever.

Some of the waiters dated them.

She liked to take it up the ass.

Shove her face down in the pillow, spit on her.

I mean, I think she's really fucking crazy.

I wonder who taught her all that shit.

Hey, come on.

Let me see you do it.

Oh, no. Fuck. Shit. Shit.

Fuck. Are you a man or what?

Huh? Throw it high.

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

Fuck this guy.

I only lasted two weeks.

After work, I went by James Lightfoot's house.

He was my best friend since grade school.

His dad had died when he was young, and so did his mother, and then...

And then his brother came back all fucked from the war, so James is mostly

alone.

Hey, man.

Except for me.

You okay?

Yeah.

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

If someone was shining on us that day...

And Roy also came.

He painted houses, but he wasn't working.

What's up?

James Lightfoot was yelling at Roy about his cousin Joe because Joe kept

saying... I'm going to just drop it.

Roy, Roy, tell him. You've got to tell your cousin he can't join the Marines.

Why do I got to tell him? He's joining the Marines. Don't join the Marines,

man. Give me one good reason why, okay? I don't want to do this for the rest of

my life.

I don't want to do this for the rest of my life, man. Why are you content just

fucking driving around, man? I don't understand why you wanted to do a thing.

Just let him do a thing.

It's an obligation of you and your love for your cousin. We all love so much,

and now you're telling me, oh, I want to send him off to his fucking death?

What are you doing?

What are you thinking, man?

I could only understand half of what James is saying.

Couldn't help noticing that he looked helpless, waving his arms around, and

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

I

had

a problem with the bank.

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

So you guys sent me this overdraft, but it's not right. I paid this off already.

Here.

This is a new overdraft notice.

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

That deposit brought your balance up to $10 credit.

But there was an additional overdraft charge against your account that put you

back in the negative.

But how could you charge me another overdraft charge after I paid it off

already? The deposit didn't clear in time.

No, but I paid it here in cash.

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

It didn't clear.

Next.

Sorry about your car, man.

This is a piece of shit.

Don't you get your money back?

No. As we walked back to James' house, Roy passed around his train wreck.

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

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

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

They wanted some of my Xanax, which...

I was taking because I'd had some panic attacks.

You know, we'll get in later.

We're going to a party at this girl Maggie's house. Oh, cool. Can I come?

Yeah, sure. Do you want some?

And in return, they offered me some ecstasy. Fuck yeah, I want some ecstasy.

Is that you?

Hey. Hey.

You know Maggie?

What? You know Maggie?

Uh, yeah, sort of.

Holy shit.

What? Your pupils are huge.

Yeah, I, uh... How is it?

It's actually really good.

If I would give you some, but I, um...

I don't have any more. That's okay.

I turned them down earlier. This weird guy offered me some. He said that I

should pop it in my butt.

What the fuck?

Really? Yeah. Who the fuck is this guy?

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

Kind of disrespectful.

Yeah, well, it's how some boys talk.

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

Why's that?

Um, because I like you.

A lot.

I really do.

And... And your jacket's really cool.

Whoa.

And, um, what?

I was just thinking.

What are you thinking?

Just thinking that you're shady.

You wanna go for a walk?

What happened to Madison Kowalski?

I think I adore you.

Do whatever you want, man.

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

And it's a nightmare.

It's nothing, I just, um... I, uh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

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

Why are you being so sweet to me?

I have a thing for weak eyes.

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

Can you look back to when you met the one you loved the most and remember

exactly how it was?

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

in her that made you say, yes, this is what I came here for.

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

And why were you eavesdropping?

You're a jerk.

Sorry. I mean, um, that must have been awful for you.

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

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

Damn.

I really wanted to go to volleyball camp.

Yeah? So what'd you do? I went to volleyball camp.

And then I told my mom.

Your dad sounds like a dick.

Sometimes I feel like love doesn't actually exist.

It's just pheromones playing tricks on people.

I love you.

Thank you.

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

I really want to go to school in Canada.

What?

Since when?

Since now.

There's this really great school in Montreal.

In Montreal?

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

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

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

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

So... Emily, what the fuck?

Can you please just be mature about this?

Emily, please.

Can we not just talk about this, please?

Emily!

So what makes a joker like you want to join the United States Army for?

This guy had a face like death, and every other word out of his mouth was

joker.

Goddamn joker.

Well, I've just been seeing on the news, you know, that there are kids dying over

there.

You know?

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

am.

Feeling sorry for myself because my girlfriend broke up with me.

Damn.

She broke your heart.

You said to her that gold in the gutter, a sense of purpose, right?

Yeah.

Sense of purpose.

Goddamn.

Tell you about purpose.

I like him.

I was too easy.

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

Foreign and domestic.

Foreign and domestic.

How can you let him go to war, man? It's fucking war. What do you want me to do?

I need you to talk to him. I've already talked to him. I talk to this

motherfucker every day.

Yeah, you talk to him every day, but you haven't tried to talk him out of it, and

he'll actually listen.

James, you fucking slut, dude. I can fucking hear you. Have you met my

brother, dude?

Have you fucking tried to have a conversation with him for two seconds?

He's fucked in the head.

Did you move?

No, because I'm trying to fucking help you. We have a conversation. I'm going

to tweet. I don't know what to tell you.

Well, what the fuck? You can't even understand. James, James, James, James.

Look, he just doesn't want to do this for the rest of his life, all right?

So what do you give a shit, man?

You haven't said shit and now you're fucking on his side now? Can someone

please get the fucking phone? It's been ringing for like 20 minutes.

Hello? Hey, it's me.

You there?

Yeah, I'm here. Hey, shut the fuck up, James!

Hey, sorry, how you doing?

I'm leaving soon.

For Montreal.

Can we say goodbye?

Um... Well, I have work today.

No, no, no, no, no. I want to say goodbye. Just come by work.

After Fatouks, Roy had got me a job at another restaurant.

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

I told Roy and Joe to come by so they could drink for free, and I, of course,

asked Emily to stop in.

But she was late.

Good? Yeah, bro, you look good.

Yo, is she here yet?

Relax. Yo, line up the shots, honestly.

You had a pair of salons on Monday.

A pair of salons on Monday, right? Yeah.

That's a good way to go to heaven.

Hey, man, have you seen Emily yet?

Hey, breathe, okay?

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

What the fuck, man? Who is this guy?

You might have a problem with it in general, but if it makes you better...

Hey.

Hey. Uh, this is Benji.

He's from Ghana. He's going to Cape.

Benji, hey.

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

So he was forced to keep his hand off her. You know, I know a better

restaurant we could go to called Mia Dia.

The food is so good there, I think maybe we should go. Can I talk to you for a

second? No, you can't. Why not? Because you're being... Sorry, are you all

right? Benji, just give me a minute, dude.

Look, nobody thinks of freedom the other way.

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

here to say goodbye to you. Do you want me to punch this guy in the dick? No,

Joe.

You came here to say goodbye to me with him.

I'm not with him.

You really think that's fucking fair?

Yeah, I do. Please let me punch him in the dick. Joe, please go and sit the

fuck down.

I gotta work. You should go.

I'd like you to leave.

Jesus Christ, dude. Come on. You gotta cheer up. Yeah. What the fuck?

You're gonna bang ten girls in here tonight. Throw a fucking rock.

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

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

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

Tommy was drunk as fuck.

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

He kept saying everybody was full of shit and they're all a... Bunch of fakes

over here.

And that's what he kept saying. That they didn't have the balls to put a gun

to a guy's head. And blow his brains out.

And then he got to asking me what I did.

So, uh, where do you do, kid?

I actually just joined the army.

You joined the army?

Uh-huh.

Those people don't give a shit about you. Well, what are you thinking?

I just, um... I didn't have any better ideas.

But... Do you have the balls to put a gun through a guy's head and blow his

brains out?

All right, I gotta go, Tommy.

Come on, where you going?

Gotta go to bed, it's late.

Well, what, you need a ride?

I'll give you some ride.

You gonna get to drive?

Fuckin' A, bubba.

And Tommy ran over the curb for good measure.

I never saw him again.

Is it okay that I'm here?

Yeah, I... I was gonna bring you these later anyway.

Supposed to be a goodbye cake.

But they only had muffins ready.

It was supposed to be 12, but I gave one to this guy Tommy because he really

needed to eat something.

What's wrong?

Hey. I've never seen Emily cry before.

Hey.

Sorry about earlier, okay?

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

And she was just a sweetheart who believed in diversity and developing

countries.

It's all my fault.

No, no, no, no, no. You don't have to be sorry, baby, okay?

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

It was a while before she stopped crying.

And then we left.

And then we fucked around and... It was perfect.

I joined the army.

What?

Why would you do that?

Because I was sad, baby.

So you joined the army?

Yep.

Maybe this will be good.

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

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

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

Because I love you.

Look, I know school is important to you, and you want to finish, right?

Okay, so while you do this, I'm going to do

that.

It's just a couple of years.

Just a couple of years and a lifetime together.

You're in for me So

we

went down to the courthouse

And we got married.

And then we went to celebrate.

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

And no one had it on us.

But the days ran out.

And I had to go to basic training.

First, we got the haircut.

Welcome to the Army.

For the next 10 weeks, the next thing that comes out of your mouth is yes

drill sergeant and no drill sergeant. Do I make myself clear?

That goes for you to get your haircut too. You're not special.

You're not special.

Do I make myself clear?

It needs to be louder than that. First name Trill, last name Stark. Do I make

myself clear?

You think you're still pretty? No, Joe Sargent!

You think you're still pretty? No, Joe Sargent!

Get the fuck up and get out of my chair!

Go away! Go away! Bye-bye!

Next, we got about a hundred fucking shots.

Next. Then I found out that I was actually colorblind.

Thanks, Queens, a lot.

Can I still be a medic?

You know what colorblood is, right?

Next. We are your mommy, and we are your dad.

At no point do you get to do...

What you want, when you want. That was a lot of standing in line, and our legs

ached because we weren't used to it.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes! Do I make myself clear?

Yes!

Look at this! Oh, my God! What are you doing with your arms? Put them down! Put

your fucking arms down!

Your laces are going to be inside of your shoes,

and your shoes are going to be touching.

Execute.

Execute. I

had

us stripped down to our underwear and duck walked the circuit of a big room.

The room smelled of balls, unwashed, and feet. Ditto.

All good?

Next. And there was a man whose job it was to take everybody's ass off.

You got the pants?

No, I really like this jacket, man.

I'm gonna take my girl out for dinner in this when I get home. Oh, yeah? Imagine

all the patches and medals on it and shit.

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

That's your menace. I know I am.

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

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

I love you so much, okay?

And I want this.

I'm gonna get a job, and I'm gonna take care of both of you. Help.

We'll figure it out, okay?

Fuck it, too, you fucking weak, thick crap!

You ain't shit!

There's a lot of yelling.

Move! Move! Get up and go!

You want to die, you piece of shit?

They're hardies breathing down your piss hole!

They call us names like... You sick with ass!

Get up, you sick with ass!

Our hands were... There's a goddamn dick skinner!

Our mouths were... Cock holster! You shut that ugly cock holster!

Drill sergeants pretended to be real angry all the time.

The fuck!

Next time back, the fuck off! Or I might wig out and snap your fucking neck!

PTSD, they said. Hey, what are you looking at? iPhone!

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

Attention!

Drill Sergeant Deco, he even choked the kid.

Drill Sergeant Deco.

Drill Sergeant, that's Levine.

It wasn't because of PTSD, though.

Deco had never been anywhere.

He was full of shit.

Some of the drill sergeants had actually seen Iraq, but they were full of shit,

too.

children who try to sneak up on American soldiers so as to blow them the fuck

up.

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

That's why I'm sticking ahead.

Now let's go.

Holy crap. Wake up, son. Wake up, son. Wake up.

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

were just pretending to be soldiers the drill sergeants were just pretending to

be drill sergeant

And the army was pretending to be the army.

The only way not to graduate basic training was to try and kill yourself.

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

Fucking hell, what the hell?

Drone sergeant! He didn't die, but he didn't graduate either.

Can you hear me?

They snuck out of the barracks.

Yeah, but are you okay?

I'm good now.

Heads down, asses down!

When they finally taught us how to be medics, there was a lot of fucking

around with mannequins.

Let him bleed out, get the pressure on there.

His life is in your hands, come on, let's go.

Tick tock, tick tock.

Tick tock, tick tock.

There were mannequins that were just trunks with heads. There were mannequins

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

squirt fake blood.

There were even little baby mannequins with cherubim faces.

Traumatic amputation.

You're a go.

Cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

One and two and three and four and five.

You're a go.

Menes and I saved the lives of 47 dummies.

And so we passed the class.

Warrior Menes!

You were told to come up with a company chair.

You had a week to do this.

This is what is called a dead woman.

the company chair i have taken what is called the initiative and come up with

one you will have to learn and this is what he came up with warrior

medics in the fight warrior medics in the fight on the double day and night on

the double day and night we will beat out all the rest we will beat out all

the rest charlie company is the

company was called to attention, something that happened no less than a

million times on any given day, the company cheer was to be recited in its

entirety.

No exceptions.

And to make matters worse, after a while, it got to be expected that the

guidon bearer, which was me, would do the robot throughout the refrain.

So don't Join the fucking army.

You were wide awake when you got on the ground outside the wire for the first

time. You expected to get shot at any moment.

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

nevertheless sure that there was a Haji out there who'd been waiting all day

just to shoot you.

Break, break, break. Raven Bates, Quebec Romeo Foxtrot. We are seven minutes out

on Route 6. Over.

Number one, bump it up.

Leave the base! God damn it!

Leave the base!

We got two wounded over there!

Hey, y'all do back here! I'll get the cure out!

Move it!

That's it now!

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

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

Hey! Hey! Look at me! Hey!

We locked eyes and I said, I've got you!

I said it real loud so he could hear me over the helicopters and then I felt

embarrassed because it was a stupid thing to have said.

You make me cry.

You lay around and watch me die.

Me,

mistreater.

Can't you see I'm real?

Are you satisfied with the way you feel?

Fuck.

Fucking blood won't come out of my wedding ring.

Fuck!

I've tried!

In the early days, the infantry felt like they were 10 feet tall and

invincible. They were impatient to begin killing.

They wanted to kill so bad, there was this profligate confidence in our

firepower, and there was this bullshit camaraderie.

What the fuck happened?

This guy, his guts were hanging out.

We had to put him back in.

Getting shot at.

We had to run him to the chopper. Hey.

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

Shit.

Hey, sorry.

You sure those guys you put on the bird today are dead?

Who told you that?

Arnold said he heard it on the net.

Arnold's a fucking retard.

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

That's Staff Sergeant Green.

He said he'd already killed 15 Hajis.

He was a hard motherfucker.

So they're not dead?

Quit worrying about it so much, huh?

You got your cherry popped today.

Fucking casualties today.

Out of the hundred.

And we're here for a fucking year.

Here's worth of fucking days.

Do the math.

We're fucked.

So what'd you guys think you were coming here to do?

Damn, listen.

We're down here.

Truth hurts, baby.

And he was right.

Everything there was about dying.

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

And like idiots, we patrolled every inch of it.

Most days it felt like we were just glorified scarecrows.

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

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

Yeah, she is kind of cute.

That's Sergeant North.

He was from Idaho, and he was also a killer.

Get out of the way. Pebbles, come here.

On Christmas Day, the Denver Mustang cheerleaders arrived.

They waved and bounced with their white teeth.

The whole thing seemed goddamn awful.

Beautiful women with skin like expensive cream.

It wasn't like they were going to fuck you, and that's what it was all about.

You were supposed to want to fuck them, and they were supposed to not fuck you.

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

I jerk off in the port-a-shitters.

Didn't even think of other girls.

Fuck me.

Fuck me.

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

Miss you so goddamn much, baby.

I miss you, too.

Hey, I've got some really good news.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

Your parents offered to help us buy a starter home.

You there? Yeah, I'm here. I just, uh... I'm happy, that's all. Tom.

Jesus, man, I'm on the phone.

Hurry the fuck up. I'm on the fucking phone, dude.

I think about you everywhere I go, baby.

Fuck you, new dick. Fuck you, motherfucker. I'm on the goddamn phone.

Hurry the fuck up.

What is it? It's nothing, baby. I just... I can't wait to be home with

you. Time, private.

Time, private!

You gotta go, baby.

And I love you. I love you, too.

It's all yours, Sarge.

Um, hey, dude, look at this guy's hand.

What?

Hey, excuse me, Sarge?

Yeah. Oh, would you take a look at this guy's hand?

Cellulitis.

More out of antibiotic.

So what can I do for this guy?

Don't eat shit and die.

Okay, you gotta tell him to go to a hospital, be a doctor, and get some

antibiotics, because we don't have any medicine here.

Yeah, you're welcome.

Make sure he gets to a hospital, okay? He won't take us. Well, you just gotta

try, buddy.

All right,

who's next?

Fuck this again.

Hey, Pebbles, come here.

Come here. No, she's all right, man. Come here.

What the fuck are you doing?

This? This is for you, okay?

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

All right.

Hey!

Ah, shit, man!

Shut it!

Oh, look at that.

Made our fucking day.

I would love right now.

Taco?

Fuck you, bitch.

Fuck you.

Yes, a motherfucking taco. Yes, I would love a taco. What do you want in your

taco? Some carne asada.

Some fucking guacamole.

Some onions. What? Yeah. Oh, fuck you.

My girl's the only one.

For real? Yeah, bro.

The only one? The only one.

But Batista too, right? Fuck you, bitch.

What you reckon they're doing right now?

Probably with, you know, her new dude.

You know, I'll have to kill him.

Some big-ass dude.

He's been away a year, and his wife has a one-month-old baby.

Dude, she fucking says it's his.

I fucking hate it here, dude.

I just want to go home.

Raven Base!

Raven Base!

This is Echo 5 November, over.

Echo 5 November, Red Base.

We're going to get off this line.

Copy that, over.

Leave this at 2.

Don't believe.

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

Copy that.

Excuse me, Sergeant Norton.

What is it, fuck's sake?

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

I think we ought to stay on the road.

Oh, is that what you think, you fucking BFC wannabe apartment?

That road runs right through an oh-shit zone.

You want me to put all these men in danger because you don't want to save

two fuckers, innit?

When I went out with Burson, we got four vehicles stuck trying to drive through

this shit, Sergeant.

It's fine to me.

It ain't fine. It's the shit that's underneath. Enough!

Close your fucking man, please.

All right, Cheetah.

Stop the fucking vehicle!

Stop!

Hey, yo.

What'd I fucking say, man?

Cheetah!

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

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

That's exactly what we did. You'll only make things harder for QRF when they get

here. You need a Bradley and a tow cable, sir.

The fuck up.

Roger that, Sergeant.

V!

Go get me a fucking gun.

He's stuck here.

Moss says QRF can't get here for a few hours. He wants me, Yuri Lessing, and

him and his to go back and get a Bradley with a tow cable.

Yeah, no shit.

You're on radio watch, smartass.

No, tell him to go fuck himself.

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

Batista! It's coming now, Sarge!

Come on, guys! Let's go!

Move out! Oh, what are you, North Bottom?

No. I don't want to spend the next four hours waiting to be shot.

That's cute. He just loves America.

I do.

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

Hey, don't let North fuck with you too hard, alright? I think he means don't

let North fuck with you too hard. Oh, you ain't got a big dick?

Fucking asshole.

The smell is something that you already know.

It's coated in your blood.

The smoke gets in your pores and every gland.

Your mouth is full of it.

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

No contact. We didn't see anything.

We'll go get me a Barbie.

We'll go get the bodies.

Hey, bring the bags.

Private.

That was my thing.

Our driver was Yuri.

Our gutter was Batista.

That's Private Jimenez in the back.

Captain, my gloves are melting, Captain. It's all right. It's all right. Just try

hooking your arms instead.

Yes, sir.

I got it. You did?

Yeah.

Suddenly there was nothing interesting about it anymore.

There was nothing.

Yeah, baby, I'm here.

You're gonna make it through this, okay?

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

Could you just talk about you for a second?

What's going on with you?

Baby, I'm here.

I just... Are you sure you're doing okay?

I just need you. That's all.

After Private First Class Jimenez was killed in battle, this soldier went on

to take care of his platoon as well, serving three platoons in total to

complete more combat missions than any other medic in his capacity. I don't

want to get the fuck out of here. I just don't feel like I've done anything to go

running into a gymnasium about.

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

My one true accomplishment was not dying.

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

Congratulations, Specialist. Thank you, First Sergeant.

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

I started taking night classes at a school Emily was working at, and I got a

job that paid eight bucks an hour.

Roy's cousin Joe helped me get it.

There's coffee.

Spoiled books.

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

anything like that.

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

And after he got back, Joe had problems for a while. All I did was ask you if

you really needed to keep drinking, seeing as you're already shit-faced. And

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

Oh, shit! Fuck!

Stop the car!

I mean, he wasn't the only one with problems.

I didn't sleep.

When I did, I jumped a violin.

Are you okay?

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

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

Hurry, we'll be late.

Yeah, to be sure.

Hey.

Thank you for thinking to do this.

Are we the only ones dressed up?

It didn't happen.

He didn't notice.

All these middle-aged people with money, for Christ's sakes. And they can't even

be bothered to wear a jacket to the fucking theater.

Stop. Yeah, I'm talking to you. What's your problem, dude?

Dude, what's your problem? My problem's the fact you didn't even have the

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

club. Please be quiet.

Fuck you, motherfucker.

No, babe, we're not going anywhere. I would really like to leave.

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

This guy's just an asshole.

I want to leave.

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

Come on, we gotta go.

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

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

That also happened to be the night that James Lightfoot tried coming around to

welcome me back, but he got arrested breaking into my house.

Hey, man.

Hey.

Wake up.

Hey, man, what the fuck was you?

Except it wasn't my house. Fucking dumb shit broke into the wrong house.

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

department and gotten into using Oxycontin pretty bad.

After I bailed him out, he started hanging around

a lot.

Are you alright?

No, no, no.

No, I'm not alright.

Help me.

one.

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

James wanted me to talk to the teller for him.

Because he said I could talk good.

Shit.

I'm going to sign my checks over to you.

And you're going to give me the cash.

If you won't let me have a bank account.

Because I'm in check systems.

My credit's totally fucked.

Come on.

I can't cash these checks, sir. It wasn't exactly a smash hit. The teller

thought I was being a dick because I was high on Oxycontin. And I wasn't exactly

trying to hide the fact that I thought he was an asshole. You know what?

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

Well, I am the manager.

Well, you're still an asshole.

Okay. I'm a fucking war veteran, dude. You're fucking treating me like an

undesirable. Hey, look, I don't know what I'm going to do about this, but I'm

sure this isn't the way you're supposed to treat people, fucker. Have a good day

now.

Thanks, guys.

Thank you. Thanks for the help.

Fuck yeah, you get the money? No way to get the fucking money.

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

Sorry, dude.

Well, thanks anyway.

Sure, yeah.

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

Everything had changed.

And nothing had changed.

The problem was is I really liked Oxy.

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

Where the hell have you been?

No.

Where have you been?

You were supposed to be home three hours ago. What the fuck did you do?

What are you fucking taking?

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

It's your shit.

I'm not taking your shit.

I promised Emily I'd find a better way of dealing with my warship than just

taking pills.

Have you been experiencing any suicidal thoughts?

Sometimes, yeah.

If I died in Iraq, she'd be happier now, you know?

She would have been sad for a while.

Ultimately, her life would have been better.

How long you been back?

Eight months.

Have you been evaluated for PTSD before?

Isn't that what we're doing here?

I mean, I tried.

You guys kept transferring my file. I guess someone left and they knew someone

was trying to get caught up. I don't know.

Uh-huh.

Are you currently on any medications?

Xanax.

It's for my anxiety, but they don't work anymore.

How's your pain level?

Like mental pain or physical pain?

Both.

9 out of 10.

Have you ever heard of Oxycontin?

Naturally, Emily was pissed, and she'd understandably reached her limit.

Fine.

These are for me now.

Because I would love... I would love...

I wish I never told you I was leaving.

For Montreal.

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

That was my jam.

I like that.

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

I'm okay with that.

Yeah.

Me too.

And that...

is how we became addicts.

Babe, how do you want your eggs?

Can you walk Lavinia today? I need to leave in like 10 minutes.

Want them scrambled or sunny-side up?

Scrambled, please. On toast.

What, like in a sandwich?

Yeah.

Like a sandwich.

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

you're not like a million fucking bucks doing it.

Hey, today's the day that I stay late, so you need to be there by five or I'm

not going to make it through class.

Professor's still out.

I got you. You said five, right?

Five p.m. Thank you.

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

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

I gotta go.

I love you.

Don't forget.

See her knitting in my hand in her empty chair ready for me.

I cry with expectation.

Leah?

Keep reading. I'm gonna run to the restroom.

Of course the future looked bad, though.

You went into debt.

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

Old friends stayed away, new friends would eat your eyes out with a fucking

spoon.

But there was always more heroin to be done.

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

If you could front me like another 80, I got money from the G.I. Bill coming in

on Friday.

Put that grilled cheese for me. If you didn't know any better, you would have

thought that this guy was Biff from Back to the Future.

But he wasn't.

He was pills.

And he was coke.

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

Shelly, come get your toasted cheese.

Hey.

What are you guys doing?

Making some special candy.

I like candy.

Can I try it?

That depends.

What do you think, junkie?

Should she try some special candy?

All right.

Open wide for the choo-choo.

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

Fuck you, dude. Are you really not going to front me that 80? I don't know, man.

80's a lot of money to some people.

Please, dude, come on.

Maybe, but you got to go see a guy in Buckeye for me.

Okay. Pick up something for Black.

It's large.

Yeah. What am I picking up? It's a safe, and don't fucking ask what's in it. Why,

what's in it?

You are a cunt, Nugget.

Please, please tell me you scored.

What the fuck is this?

What? Oh, Pilsen Coke asked me to watch the safe for him. That fucking guy?

I hate that fucking guy.

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

You good?

I

told you

that guy was a scumbag.

This dope isn't doing shit for me.

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

So he called James Lightfoot.

He used to work for a locksmith.

Okay. Did it work?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, it totally fucking worked.

Genius.

Get him.

Get him.

Get angry, baby.

Get rid of all the jokes quick

What are you doing? That's not gonna fucking work!

Okay,

listen to me.

Stay like that.

Let's do this nice and peaceful!

Oh, what a fucking dumbass.

How much fucking shit was even in there?

Help me!

A lot.

Fuck.

You said you were the fucking police, dumbass.

Fucking put this shit on me, you don't- It wasn't my fault!

It wasn't my fault!

Stop!

Stop! Stop! You're gonna kill him! Stop!

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

Black is going to put on his black mask.

What? His black mask. What black mask? His black mask. His fucking black mask.

He's going to put on his motherfucking black mask.

He's going to put on his black mask.

I don't know what it means.

He's going to kill us all.

He's gonna kill you. He's gonna kill you. Who the fuck's gonna kill that cunt

nugget?

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

Unless you can give me a giant

fucking shitwad of cash right now.

We don't have any money.

We don't even have...

I have a plan.

I have a plan.

Okay. Square.

Oh, my God.

Oh my God.

That's a lot of fucking dope.

And now he calls for a celebration.

I don't know what's going on, Watusi. Tell me.

Not with me, because I laugh at the handsome ones.

Ah!

Gentlemen, no one is going to pay for Watusi.

Ah, ah.

But why? Are you afraid of Watusi?

Cousin Joe.

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

Hey, man.

Did you rob a bank today?

Go to fucking jail, babe.

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

You're okay? Yeah, but look at the fucking picture. Does it look like me?

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

The essential problem of being a drug addict is that whenever you get flush,

you spend it on dope.

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

At which point, you need to find more money.

Are you okay?

Look,

I really think you're sick, man.

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

I don't imagine that anyone goes in for a robbery if they're not in some kind of

desperation.

With robbery, it's a matter of pure abasement.

Thank you.

And we were abased.

What's crazy is that 80% of the time, the tellers really don't mind if you're

holding up the bank.

There are exceptions, of course, like this one lady on the west side looked

like Janet Reno.

That's as high as I go.

You're fucking kidding me?

That's as high as I go.

But this was a fanatic.

Usually it's very civilized.

Hey, babe.

All right? Where were you?

I was at the bank. Couldn't get much.

You're like a fucking purse snatcher.

Yeah,

this is the one.

All right.

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

And yet somehow...

In some fucking way.

You still owe me a fuck ton of money.

What the fuck?

Because we shoot a lot of fucking dope, man. Well, you need to shoot a lot less,

motherfucker. Because when you owe me money, I owe Black money. And Black does

not like being owed fucking money.

All right, let's get shit right. I'll meet you around the corner.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What the fuck are you talking about?

Well, I told you I needed a driver.

Uh, you did not fucking say that.

Yeah, I did. I called you this morning. I said I needed a driver for the

robbery. That's not what I fucking heard.

I'm not doing the junkie bank robbery.

Wait, but you just said that you owe Black Buddy, right? Yeah, because you

owe me money.

Do you want to pay him back or not?

We got to discuss terms, dude. Fucking terms are simple. I'm going to go rob

the fucking bank. You're going to beat me around the corner so you can pay

Black Buddy. I don't like those terms.

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

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

That's a lot of money.

That's the 50 bandages I fucking won.

I said all the money in your drawer.

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

I'm not fucking around.

I'll flash my gun on the way out so he knows you didn't.

Just give the money away.

That's supposed to make you a good guy now?

Did you fight for this fucking country?

You know what fucking terms we never discussed?

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

We never fucking discussed those terms.

Fucking junkie.

Where were you?

It's Wednesday.

You're supposed to come down to school and meet me by five.

I'm sorry, baby. I was getting really sick. Yeah, well, now I'm sick, and I

had to cancel my fucking class because I shit my motherfucking pants.

She's trying to go on the fucking couch.

Enjoying my mother.

All right, here.

Cover yourself up.

All right.

Are you ready?

I'm right here with you. Hey, man, would you hurry the fuck up, please? Sorry,

you got to calm down. Let's do our job.

I'm right here, okay? I'm right by your side. I'm not going to fucking leave

you. Yeah, got you.

Female, 22.

I just got here with my wife.

I need you to go to the waiting room. Okay, I keep going. Could you please

just... Five minutes, please.

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

Nothing you can do.

Ready? Go.

I don't

know what happened.

Come on, help me out here. I need you to calm down and tell me what happened.

How long was she unconscious?

I don't know. What did she take?

I don't know. What did she take? I don't know, ma'am. I don't fucking know.

Listen, help us help her. I need to know what she took. Can you please tell me if

she's breathing or not?

Please. I'm a medic, ma'am. We're trying the best that we can, okay? I need you

to tell me what she took.

She took heroin.

I know you got problems.

I know you're broken.

But please don't break my daughter.

If you love her, then you'll be a man and walk away.

You get up and walk away.

Who am I?

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

bus. I'm not getting back on that fucking bus. Listen to me, Emily.

What the fuck?

Leave the fucking machine.

All right?

Hey, are you all right? Yeah, I'm all right. Sorry. Just don't touch it, bro.

You gotta go back

to rehab.

I don't want to be in rehab.

I want to be with you.

You can't be here with me. That's not your decision to make.

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

decision. Yes, it is. It is not your decision to make.

I waited two years for you to come back from that hellhole.

Two years.

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

And I really don't want to do this alone.

Please don't make me do this alone.

I'm so sorry.

But I can. I'm not good for you.

I'm not good for anything.

I have this noise in my head.

I can't.

It's so goddamn loud.

And I just, I can't make it stop.

It'll stop.

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

Can you please get back on the bus?

I'm going to get high with or without you.

Please.

Please, baby.

It's not even that interesting. The bank's not going to fight you over the

cash. I mean, they don't even care.

It's like taking sand from a beach.

But it's somebody's money.

No, it's the bank's money.

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

Of course I need the money. All right, well, I can get a lot more if we hit all

the tellers, but to hit all the tellers, I need you.

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

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

All right, if you were carrying the gun and threatening all the innocents, it'd

be a different story, huh?

Give me the gun. No, I'm not going to give you the gun. Well, you just said if

I had the gun... I don't care what I just said. We're going to do what we

originally agreed.

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

Fuck it.

Let's do it.

No alarms! I said no alarms! Sir, don't you... Touch that fucking phone.

Don't you touch that phone.

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

Don't you touch that fucking phone.

Fuck.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Go, go, go.

The fuck, man? What the fuck is wrong with you?

Fucking infamous.

Man, I'm sorry.

What do we do now?

I don't fucking know.

How about we do it again? I can drive and you and Pills do the robbery.

So now I've got to rob a bank because you're a fucking pussy?

What's that good at robbery?

Pills, look.

It's three, four times the money.

It's a fucking murder shot, man.

Come on, man.

All right, but I'm having the gun.

No, you're not having the gun. I am. I'm having the fucking gun. And you're a

junkie motherfucker.

With PTSD.

What the fuck is going on with you, man?

Probably the clonny. What clonny?

My nerves were shot, man. You took a fucking gun. Just some.

Well, are you good for this? I'm good. Are you good for this?

Motherfucker. Let's do this.

All right, everyone, give your man this money.

Now!

Shit.

What the fuck is wrong with you? Give me the fucking gun. Fuck, man. Get the

fucking cash and go. Ma'am, get off the fucking phone!

What happened?

Did you shoot somebody?

No.

Where's Pills and Coke?

He fucking bailed, man.

He bailed. Where are you going?

What the fuck are you doing? Get the fucking... Fuck!

Everybody give me your cash!

Open the fucking door!

Get it out now!

Hurry up!

We can't leave him.

He's gonna rat on us in a heartbeat, dude. We gotta go back and get him.

No. What do you mean no, James? Turn the fucking car around!

You never lock a gunman in with innocent people. You're supposed to lock me in

between the fucking doors.

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

Huh?

James! No! Turn the...

Fucking come around now!

Okay, okay, okay.

The police are on their way.

Open the door right now.

Look, you put all these people's lives in danger. If you don't open that

fucking door, your boss is going to fire you.

What the fuck was that?

Did you hear that?

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

You see him?

Is that him?

I see him. That's him. Stop the car.

Dude, get in the fucking car. Come on.

What the fuck are you doing?

Get in the fucking car now.

Yeah, this is all your fault.

She never fucking brought you Fuck

he's

been shocked. Fuck.

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

Let me see. Hang on. I know it hurts. I know it hurts. You know how to take care

of him, right?

Fuck, there's not an exit wound. We gotta get him to a hospital.

You can't go to the hospital.

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

You can't go right now, man. You're not listening to me. The fucking arrest us.

We just robbed a fucking bank. Are you fucking crazy?

They've taken you plenty of fucking time.

So you need to think fucking straight about this. What do we do?

What do we do?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

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

Guys.

What can we do?

What can we do?

Please, man.

Let's fucking drive, man.

Just get us out of here.

We never did find out how he got shot.

Come on.

Come on.

Ugh.

What is he doing here?

Go inside.

What does he want?

Go inside.

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

You know, for the neighbors.

I'm not going to shoot you.

I won't get my money back if I shoot you.

I can't do this anymore.

Sure you can. I can't.

You can.

For your girl.

I just gotta get right first.

Hey, guess what?

Mm-hmm.

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

Hey, front you.

Can you make me a shot?

I'm just... I'm just really tired.

I know.

I want to be quiet.

I know.

Can you give me...

I love you.

You know where you're going, right?

Can't go long. I'm not going to be long. Two, three minutes tops. Don't be late.

I'll meet you in the parking lot.

Give me my fucking money, Vanessa!

Hurry the fuck up!

Slide it over!

Now!

I need you to do me a favor.

What's that?

I need you to hit that alarm for me.

Yeah.

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

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. My client is in most affliction.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Good luck.

If I ventured in the slipstream Between the viaducts of

your dream Where mobile steel rims crack

And the debts in the back road stop

Could you find me?

Would you kiss my eyes?

To be born again To be born again

From the far side of the ocean

And if I put the wheels in motion

Then I'd stand with my arms behind me

And push another door.

Could you find me?

Would you kiss my eyes?

Lay me down.

And silence ease it. You'll be born again.

You'll be born again.

I'm pointing a finger at me.

I'll see you next time.

Between the five blocks of your dream, where mobile steel rims crack,

and the ditch in the back roads stop, could you

find me?

Would you kiss me?

To be born again.

To be born again.

To be born again.

In another world, darling.

In another world.

In another time.

Got a home on high Ain't nothin' but a stranger in this world

I'm nothin' but a stranger in this world

I got a home on high

In another land

So far away

We up in heaven.

We up in heaven.

We up in heaven.

And another time.

And another place.

And another time.

And another place.

And another thing.