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[horn blare]

CHARLOTTE [narrating]: Mom says that some experiences

are just too intense and complicated to figure out.

Can't do it.

Just like looking at a thing.

You can see one side at a time

but you can't see the whole thing.

You can see all the parts

but then you can't see the whole.

Just like trying to understand

why my dad got shot in the face.

[horn blaring]

We have to look at the whole picture

piece by piece.

What it is...

and what it was.

PARAMEDIC: Buddy, you still alive?

He's lost a lot of blood!

Let's get the gurney!

[gasp]

Stand up, Stevens.

Take it easy, son.

There you go.

Colonel Atreus.

Here. Let me help you with it.

At ease.

Okay.

Case closed. Thought you might like to know.

I'm sorry, I don't...

[grunt]

Listen, Stevens.

You can fool the doctors but you can't fool me.

Fuck with me again

and a court martial will be the least of your worries.

[painful throbbing noise]

[painful throbbing noise]

Don't worry. I've got your back.

You want to know the real trick to this place?

Getting out, moving on. It's like checkers.

Don't think about your last play.

So, what's it gonna be, Elvis?

What's your next move?

Dissociative disorder...

Think of it like locking up the brakes in an accident.

The mind is very powerful

especially when it feels threatened.

You've tried the exercises I've prescribed?

Yes, I'm just drawing blanks.

Maybe if I were outside more?

We can try work-related activities.

Yeah...

[laugh]

Down, set, hike!

What?

[painful throbbing noise]

What?

[gunfire]

Focus, Bob.

Look at me.

That's right. Eyes forward.

We gotta get out of here.

The exercises have yet to bear any fruit

but your physical condition appears to have stabilized.

Therefore, you're headed home.

Here's the name of your assigned physician

at the VA hospital in Indianapolis.

Right, sure...

Don't put off the appointment, Bob.

Those memories will come back, and when they do-

Is that all?

You'll need help.

Be careful, Bob.

Bob, may I ask you one more question?

Who do you talk to when no one else is around?

That's two questions.

* You and I, we press our bodies against the wind.

Bus 91 now boarding to Oklahoma City, Tulsa, St. Louis

Indianapolis, Pittsburgh, Philadelphia, New York.

Bus 91 is now boarding at terminal 2.

That's your bus, young man. You coming?

Indiana?!

I got a better idea.

* Rolling to the shore, heads held high and muscles strong

* And I got a feelin' oooh, we don't belong

[honk honk]

* Send me out to sea.

Well, this sucks.

CHARLOTTE: Mom says that balance is everything.

BOB: I thought you were the brains of this operation.

CHARLOTTE: I guess you could say

my dad was less balanced than most people.

BOB: Middle of freakin' nowhere...

Yeah. I suck.

* Seven years of drifting along now, and singing our song.

BOB: What's her name? It was Mrs. Davis, wasn't it?

* Rolling to the shore heads held high and muscles strong

I was baling hay for a Mr. Mote down the road.

He said that...

He said you were looking for help.

You legal?

Sorry?

Born American?

Yes.

That's important.

Can you start right now?

Yes.

Okay.

Start.

Who picked these tomatoes?

Um... Humans, ma'am. We import them from Earth.

CHARLOTTE: My dad once told me

that he believed in accidents of fate.

CUSTOMER: Excuse me...

Excuse me. Just these.

Um... three dollars.

He said accidents of fate happen

when two paths that shouldn't be anywhere near each other

have a head-on collision, like a car wreck.

And afterwards

everyone just stumbles around dizzy and goofy.

That's how my dad felt when he met my mom.

She can't do that. Tell her.

Can't do what?

Set up her stuff! Tell her!

Excuse me, lady?

You can't... you can't do that.

Tell her again.

You can't do that, miss.

Can't do what?

Can't do wha-

I said can't do what.

Here's an idea.

Why don't you kiss my ass?

Here's another idea: If the cops come and

want to arrest me, I'll tell them I'm with you.

Man, I like her.

I'm leaving.

I guess I still owe you that kiss.

MRS. DAVIS: That is private property, young lady!

Who said you could set up there?!

LUCY: I'm not affecting anybody

I'm just selling some nice art!

You think you can use my space without paying me a dime?!

[still arguing]

[police radio squawk]

You okay?

[painful throbbing noise]

Bob, come on, let's go!

Just keep moving, Bob.

Let's go. We gotta keep moving.

[car horn, *radio]

Get in.

Huh?

Cops give me the heebie-jeebies, too.

* Oww!

*Sweet concrete

* I smashed your face in the floor, can't see no more.

What?

Um...

There's something you should know about me.

Yeah...?

I've got a hole in my memory that's about three years wide.

Consider yourself lucky!

I got about six years I'd like to forget!

[engine dies]

Oh. Must be the extra weight.

That would be you.

* The smile on your face shows your taste for

* Sweet concrete! Oww!

*Woah oh oh!

Um, you don't seem like the kind of guy who travels.

You're more of a stay-at-home,

straight-and-narrow type.

Yeah?

Well, thanks?

So... Uh, what do you think about making love?

I, uh... in general? I...

I guess I'm... for it.

What about specifically? Specifically with me?

Uh... No, I... um...

I haven't...

I haven't... I haven't thought about it.

Get outta here!

No, I'm serious.

No, I...

I haven't...

I haven't thought about it.

Would you?

Yeah... I mean, I'll... I'll think about it.

Would you think about it NOW?

[painful throbbing noise]

LUCY: Hey...

Hey!

Are you okay?

[painful throbbing noise]

Hey, what's going on in there, babe?

Shh! Hey!

Shhh...

Come here.

Come here. Come here.

CHARLOTTE: Accidents of fate...

that would be me.

Goddamnit. Goddamnit! Fucking goddamnit!

If this...

If there's gonna be, you know, a father involved here...

If you're planning on running away, do it now, got it?

Yep, that's what I thought.

Wait wait wait!

CHARLOTTE: I was born at a campsite

between Bakersfield and nowhere.

Okay, good.

This is good.

And for as long as I can remember,

there was always something a little... off.

[screams]

Like I had too much weight on one side.

LUCY: [scream] Oh god! BOB: Stay with me!

But not the kind of weight that anyone else could see.

LUCY: Oh God! Oh God! BOB: Breathe! Breathe!

LUCY: OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!

I was out of balance.

Breathe! Breathe! Breathe! Two... Three...

just like Dad.

RALPH: Listen, Bob! BOB: Four!

You need to cup your hands underneath the baby's head!

BOB: Do what?! LUCY: OH JESUS FUCK ME CHRIST!

RALPH: But don't pull the neck and watch the shoulders!

BOB: Like this?! Like this?!

LUCY: GODDAMNIT BOB!

BOB / RALPH: SORRY!

BOB: [stammer] Uh, breathe! C'mon, stay with me, breathe!

LUCY: [scream] BOB: Breathe! C'mon!

LUCY: [scream] BOB: C'mon baby, c'mon baby!

[baby cries]

How do you like "Charlotte?"

[baby squeal]

Good.

How do you like Indiana?

[exhale]

We can't keep living on the road.

[kisses baby]

We're not... going anywhere with you un-

unless I can be sure...

What?

If we're gonna, you know, have a family...

You have to stop talking to yourself

aloud.

You know, talking to me is still okay.

Bob?

Bob?

I can do that.

I...

Good.

I can do it.

[baby coo]

BOB: Hey, buddy. RALPH: Hey.

I have a family now.

Don't think about it too much, you'll be just fine.

She's got your eyes.

[baby coo]

* country music

* Don't you know by now that you can't take it back...

BOB: Give us a hand here, Marty?

I'll get y'all some menus.

* And like wild geese in winter our love flies south.

Hey, brother.

* I come from a place

* where a front porch greets you on a summer day

I've, uh, been volunteering as a reserve deputy

at the sheriff's department.

I got into the academy.

Let's hope you're smart enough to flunk out

and get a real job.

Something against cops?

Yes.

May I ask what?

No.

That seems kinda strange because in the Air Force, Bob-

Marty, just drop it.

Anyway, um...

Figured it makes sense for you to have Grandma's old house.

Needs some work, but there's more room for a family.

Thanks.

I'm keeping the truck.

[chuckle] We'll talk about that.

You know, Grandma died six months ago

in case you were wondering.

I know. I'm sorry.

At the funeral, we were all wondering

where you were after your discharge.

Marty, I... Marty, I don't-

Your stuff even came back, Bob. But not you.

Two years. TWO YEARS.

That's an awful long time! And they make these things now,

they're called phones, and it's amazing-

He was with me.

[baby cry]

You guys make up your minds?

I brought your old Air Force crap.

Figured you might want it back.

Uh...

There's no room.

What do you want me to do with it?

Bob?

Hey, are you okay?

He's fine.

Well, if you need anything, you know where to find me.

Welcome home.

Thanks.

CHARLOTTE: So why did my dad get shot in the face?

Turns out, I had the answer the whole time.

I just couldn't see it yet.

I wasn't balanced.

I suck, Mom.

Every girl hit the ball every time except me.

Well, some of those girls looked a lot older than nine.

I'm a sucky hitter. Even Dad knows.

Babe, I left you enough room to get out.

Dad?

Don't forget to take those cleats off

before you come inside!

Am I a crappy hitter?

[door close]

Can I have five bucks?

Nice try.

Go help your mama.

I'm gonna go pay the bills. See you later!

* country music

* I see you! Yeah, you're smilin'

* Look at me, baby, I'm not smilin'

Hey there, Ruth!

Bill, we made it.

BILL: Okay. Thank you, Bob. BOB: Thank YOU, sir.

(I want you to have this one. That one there's for you.)

* Written on my eyes I see it

* clear as glass, this moment has passed.

BOB: Hey there! BILLY: Sir?

Here you go.

Sir, I'm supposed to give YOU the bag.

Rob's got it. First day? ROB: Thanks, Bob.

BOB: Thank you very much. We'll see you tomorrow.

* I feel it running through my veins

* pumping the same as it was when I first heard these

* ticket taker blues

[honk honk]

* Ticket taker blues, I wanna ride, mama

* I wanna ride, too.

Guy can't hear a horn?

[engine rev]

Okay, then I'll back up.

[honk]

WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!

(Fuck.)

(Impatient son of a bitch.)

[BANG BANG BANG] BOB: Hey, man!

What's your problem, man?

Dude! What's your-

Is there something you want from me, pal?

Yeah, I want something from you.

I want your ass in a sling.

What's the matter, Elvis? Cat got your tongue?

It's me, Jerome!

Hey, look at me!

RALPH: Bob, let's get out of here!

Drive, Bob, drive!

Faster, Bob!

That's what you get for driving a '71 P.O.S.!

BOBBY! IT'S ME! PULL OVER!

He's knows my name!

Everybody knows your name, Bob! It's BOB, Bob!

JUST DRIVE!

SHIT!

Where-where...?

Where'd he go? Where'd he go?

You're a fucking idiot!

JEROME: Huh?! BOB: Goddamnit, man!

JEROME: Big joke! HA-HA at Jerome's expense, huh?!

BOB: Who's Jerome? JEROME: Ever since

basic training, Air Force, ten-hut motherfucker,

and all that shit, you've- BOB: I was in the Air Force-

JEROME: No kidding! Me too! Maybe we were stationed

together! Wouldn't that be neat

I don't remember any of that stuff!

Yeah. I heard that shit back then

and I didn't believe it then either. What the fu-

There's nothing in here about the Air Force!

You know what? You can stop fucking around!

Joke's over.

It's no joke!

It's not funny, Bob.

I know! It's not funny one bit!

Me and you? We were attached at the hip, practically.

Brothers in blue! Watch each others' back!

That was us, man. Basic, Security Forces Academy,

permanent duty station, roomates, drinkin' pals.

(One night we even shared the same civilian chick.)

BOB: [chuckle] No. JEROME: Yeah.

Okay, well you banged her and I watched from the closet,

but that's sharing, sort of.

We got our nut over the same chick that night.

I wish I had something, but like I said-

Alright, you know what? I got something.

Hold on one second. Let me show you this.

There you go.

That's us. Right out of tech school.

That's you, that's me. Now you tell me that's not us.

It's us but I... I don't have anything.

Look goddamnit, I came about 1000 miles

and eight years to find you.

So I'm having a little bit of trouble

with this memory-lapse thing you claim.

Me too.

What do you want from me?

Want?

We were FRIENDS, Bob.

What, that's not good enough for you?

Okay, fine. You know what?

I want the ten bucks you owe me.

I wanna drink beers, man!

I want some years back! I want revenge!

I want my FRIEND back! Man, fuck, I don't know!

I'm sorry, I can't...

Look, man, you're not listening.

I want my friend back, man. I wanna shoot the shit.

I wanna feel good about something.

I wanna feel good about ME. I wanna feel good about YOU.

You want a sandwich?

A what?

I mean, if you came 8 years and 1,000 miles,

the least I can offer you is a meal.

Yeah. Yeah, man. Food sounds good.

Don't get too excited.

You haven't seen the sandwich yet.

Mm.

What happened to your lip?

BOB: Nothing.

LUCY: So where are you from? JEROME: New York.

And what have you been doing since you got out of

I'm sorry, what branch was it?

Air Force.

LUCY: What have you been...?

This and that. Mostly that, now this.

We had a daughter around here.

LUCY: Yeah, I'll find her. BOB: CHARLOTTE!

Not much of a sandwich, Bob. Wouldn't happen to have

a slab of meat around here, would you?

Maybe some bacon grease? Bucket of lard?

BOB: Probably not... CHARLOTTE: Hey, Dad.

CHARLOTTE: What's up? BOB: Hey, Charlotte.

This is um, this is a guy that knew me from a long time ago.

We were in the Air Force together.

CHARLOTTE: Hi. JEROME: Hi, yourself.

CHARLOTTE: What's your name? JEROME: Puddin' tame.

Ask me again, and I'm gonna tell you the same.

LUCY: You found her. CHARLOTTE: I wasn't lost.

So did you fly airplanes together?

No, nothing like that. No, your daddy and I,

we were cops.

CHARLOTTE: [giggle]

That's my dad?

Yeah! Goofy lookin', ain't he?

Where's his beard?

Oh, he wasn't using it then.

[giggle]

JEROME: Mind your own fucking business! Or you'll get.

JEROME: a bullet to your head! CHARLOTTE: (Jerome!)

Charlotte!

BOB: Give me a second. JEROME: Mm-hm.

Well...

LUCY: Charlotte? BOB: Charlotte!

[creaky door]

What the fuck?

BOB: Charlotte!

BOB: Charlotte? LUCY: Charlotte!

BOB: Come here, girl!

You knew my name.

But your daddy says that he doesn't remember me.

But you... You knew my name.

Now how is that?

Hm?

Somebody's not telling me the truth.

LUCY: Excuse me?!

Found her!

Right as rain.

Hey, you okay?

JEROME: I was hoping for a little more time with you.

Reminisce, shoot the shit, find out what's what...

If my memory comes back I'll give you a call.

Oh, it'll come back. Sure will.

Nice little gig you've got going on here.

Yeah.

I'll be seeing you.

LUCY: Come inside.

You heard your mama. Come on, let's go inside.

Jerome put a gun in my face.

He did what?

When?

In my dream. He had a gun

and he said he was going to put a bullet in me.

What dream, sweetheart?

The one I had when I saw the picture.

LUCY: Charlotte?

LUCY: Bath time.

What?

She imagined that Jerome had a gun to her head.

That's one good reason I'm glad that creep is gone.

We were cops together.

That's two reasons.

Dogs and kids. Can't fool them when it comes to rotten!

CHARLOTTE: [SCREAM]

MOM! HELP ME! HE'S TRYING TO EAT ME!

LUCY: I'm coming sweetheart!

He was on top of me and he bit into me!

Who did?!

The scary guy!

Who? Jerome?

No. No, the guy with the teeth.

It's just a nightmare. You had a bad dream.

[kiss]

LUCY: [sigh]

I drew it.

Hi, sweetheart.

My dream looked like this.

[high-pitched noise]

[painful throbbing noise]

[screaming and yelling]

DRILL SGT: Rule #1! MEN: ENFORCE THE LAW!

DRILL SGT: Rule #2! MEN: WATCH YOUR BUDDY'S BACK!

DRILL SGT: Rule #1! MEN: ENFORCE THE LAW!

DRLL SGT: Rule #2! BOB: WATCH YOUR BUDDY'S BACK!

[screams and grunts] BOB: Jerome! Jerome!

[shattering noise]

Bob? Hey...

What are you- What are you doing?

We okay? We okay?

(Right here. Right here.)

BOB: Yeah... Yeah... LUCY: Come here.

Shhhh...

Shh-Shhh...

BOB: Where's Charlotte?

LUCY: She's sleeping.

It's fine...

It's 6am.

The, uh... the stand. [clears throat]

I gotta go to work.

Yeah. You'll be fine.

THELMA: Are these melons fresh, Bob?

BOB: Yes, ma'am. That'll be seven fifty.

FRANK: Bob, I need some belgium endive!

BOB: Frank, it's right there. THELMA: I can't reach that.

THELMA: That one there. I want that one.

BOB: Uh, just hold on a second, Thelma!

THELMA: The big red one!

BOB: Uh, I'll be right there, Thelma. Hold on one second.

THELMA: The big red one. That's it! Thank you!

JEROME: No problem at all, ma'am!

Oh, hey! Let me help you with those potatoes, ma'am.

OLA: They're heavy!

Yeah, for mere mortals. But for me...

There you go. How many you want?

Truth is, old buddy, I'm, uh...

I'm a little short on cash right now.

I could use a few extra bucks to, you know,

get to the next town.

You've got this business going on.

BOB: Which barely pays the bills.

JEROME: Yeah, but it pays 'em. Doesn't it?

You got your little house and your little business,

your little family...

Yes I do.

Things just didn't work out for me like that, I guess

after I got out of the service.

I can give you a few bucks.

No, no, no. I don't want charity, man.

No. I work. I earn, right?

Fair is fair. Tit for tat.

Eye for an eye and all that.

Besides, you need me around.

Help you to recall the good old days.

Let me ask you something.

I'm innocent!

You know anything about this?

JEROME: What? The scar?

Yeah.

You moved in with this hooker named Twinkle.

She took offense to your "Mom" tattoo

so she carved it off one night

when you were too drunk to fight back.

BOB: Right, right... JEROME: Come on, sit down!

I'm kidding! I'm joking!

You're so serious all the time.

I was testing you.

Wanna know the real story?

Me and you, we hadn't been out of the academy

for more than two weeks.

We get a call that there were some crazy man noises

coming out of an empty barracks.

Now, we hit the second floor.

You were supposed to follow me

but you went off all by yourself.

It turns out the meth-head zombie was on some kind of

paranoid, delusional trip

and took a bite out of your shoulder instead of your brain.

Now, you shouldn't have went off by yourself.

And you're lucky that I had your back.

Well, I had most of your back.

The rest of it was in the zombie's belly.

And then I, uh...

hauled you off to the emergency room,

got you some stitches, a rabies shot.

I saved your life.

Probably...

That's exactly how you remember it, too, isn't it?

Maybe...

This mean I got the job?

Hm?

CHARLOTTE: I'm going to bed.

LUCY: Brush your teeth.

BOB: Goodnight, champ.

CHARLOTTE: Goodnight.

She had a rough day at school.

I spoke to her teacher when I picked her up, and...

She's worried, and I think we should be.

Jerome stopped by the stand today.

What does he want?

A job.

Well, you didn't...

Just for a couple of days.

Jesus, Bob.

He knows how I got the scar.

Yeah, so do I. You got a cut on your shoulder.

BOB: How? LUCY: I don't know.

Doesn't mean he does. He could make up anything.

But I saw it first.

(And it was in Charlotte's drawing...)

You're starting to sound like a crazy man.

Just keep him away from us.

I'm gonna go sleep with Charlotte tonight

in case she has another nightmare.

CHARLOTTE: [SCREAM] LUCY: Hey, it's okay, honey!

CHARLOTTE: I stepped on her! LUCY: Shh! It's okay, sweetie!

CHARLOTTE: There was bone and hair! Pieces of her!

LUCY: It's okay. You're fine, I have you.

CHARLOTTE: Pieces of bone and hair. And I was there.

[phone bleep]

[phone ring]

Yeah, what?

Listen, I just, uh...

Do you have, uh...

Do you still have that old footlocker of mine?

Um, I'll have to check the attic. What's going on, Bob?

Nothing. I just, uh...

Maybe I can just... grab it when I come over next time.

Sure. Is everything okay?

Uh, yeah, I'm sorry to wake you. Th-

Thanks.

[phone bleep]

VIV: What was that about?

Um...

Nothing.

VIV: Then get over here.

I've got good news and bad news, Charlotte.

What's the bad news?

My handicap is fourteen. Good news is you're fine.

Okay, you don't think she needs to see a specialist

or get further testing or anything like that?

Nurse Dye has a coloring book out there

with your name on it.

I don't color.

I need to speak to your parents for a moment.

You're just gonna tell me

whatever she says anyway, right?

LUCY: We'll be right there, honey. Go wait.

DOCTOR: Kids this age are usually getting tugged

in a lot of directions. Physical changes, emotional-

Her nightmares are things that happened to me

in the Air Force.

She drew this?

Yeah, that's not coloring.

But how would this be connected to your-

I don't, I don't know how.

Look. She has a nightmare. She draws it.

I look at it. And it... it triggers these memories.

And what I see, what I remember

is confirmed by Jerome

without me telling him a thing.

DOCTOR: Who's Jerome? LUCY: Nobody.

Bob, how do you think your memories

found their way into Charlotte's brain?

I don't know.

At conception, I guess.

I just think that-

Okay. I'm crazy. Right? I'm crazy.

LUCY: (Stop. Stop it!) BOB: Nevermind. No, I'm crazy.

DOCTOR: DNA passes on all sorts of traits.

Propensities, instructions, even instincts.

But your memories stop with you.

Apparently not.

So what were you saying before about the emotional stress?

Look, the drawing is probably a healthy outlet for her.

But disruptions, changes in routine...

The most important thing for children,

especially at this age, is stability in the home.

Okay. Thank you.

I'm gonna get Charlotte.

JEROME: This one's on me.

CUSTOMER: Thank you. JEROME: You're welcome.

CUSTOMER: Have a good day. JEROME: You, too.

MARTY: Where's Bob? JEROME: I'm Bob.

Bob STEVENS.

Yeah, that's me. What can I do for you, officer?

Well, for starters let's get some identification.

I give up, officer. You got me surrounded.

Bob is off doing something with Charlotte and Lucy,

so I'm minding the shop right now.

And who are you?

You must be Marty.

Yeah. You know, Senior Airman Bobby,

he had another name for you back in the day.

What was it? It was...

So you know Bob from, what, the Air Force?

Yeah. True Blue. MARTY: Uh-huh.

I still didn't catch that name.

Call me Jerome.

MARTY: So you and Bob were...?

Bestest buddies.

I was going to say cops.

[chuckle] Yeah. That we were, that we were.

Now let's think. It was something like, uh...

"Squish" or "Squid".

You must know all about what happened to Bob, then.

Well...

I heard a thing or two.

Seems like if you were stationed together

you might know a little more than that.

Well, I was reassigned about the time that all happened.

So, what's your take on the whole thing?

My take?

Yeah.

Hmm. Well..

Bobby was a sharp troop. The best among us, really.

But, sometimes even the best

can make a mistake now and then.

I'm still waiting on that ID.

Oh yeah. Sorry.

Seems like I left it at Bob's house.

Now, you can haul me in for not producing ID.

Hell, you can haul me in for vagrancy since I don't have

the requisite 15 dollars that your county requires I carry.

But then you can explain to Bob why you hauled me in

15 minutes before the lunch rush - the very thing

that Bob hired me to cover.

He'll vouch for me.

I'll ask him. When he gets back.

JEROME: Roger that.

You know, your brother was the best.

Sure as shit wouldn't know it by looking at him now.

Must be something in the water out here.

All this fresh air, traditional values

really chokes one's will to live.

You know, there is one value we do take pretty seriously

around here. It's letting a man get on with his life.

Oh, yes sir. That's exactly what I'm trying to do, Marty.

Get on with my life.

We'll see.

JEROME: SQUIRT!

Yeah, yeah. That was definitely it. Squirt.

Something's going on with me.

Can we talk about this later?

CHARLOTTE: I'm in this too!

You embarrassed yourself.

You embarrassed us in front of Doctor Stolarz.

There's nothing I can do about that now.

You heard what she said.

I wish that jerk YOUR FRIEND had never shown his face!

It's not him! It's me!

CHARLOTTE: AND ME!

CAN WE TALK ABOUT IT LATER.

BOB: See you later.

JEROME: [gag]

Hey, don't puke in the crime scene, man.

JEROME: [gag] I love you too, Bob.

Go out outside, call it in. Get a med unit in,

investigations. I'll cover the report. Come on, man.

Hey. [Gag] If you tell anybody about this,

I'm gonna rip your balls off.

When you're done puking, of course.

ATREUS: It's a hell of a thing to see a human being

rendered...

transformed like this.

Don't you think?

It's a hard memory to carry,

especially at your age.

Just doing my job, sir.

It's a good report, Stevens.

Objective, factual, detailed.

And there's no evidence that this incident

is anything other than what it was.

And you treated her with the dignity and respect

that she apparently lacked while living.

Makes my job easier. BOB: Sir?

I had to inform the captain of his wife's passing.

Yes sir.

Your eye for detail is wasted on patrol.

I've suggested to your commanding officer

that your talents belong in investigations.

You're a good cop, Stevens.

And I keep an eye on the good ones.

What is that, some brown stuff on your nose there, Bob?

Is it? Come on, Bob!

Oh shit!

What's the deal with this yahoo?

Uh, he knew me.

Interesting choice of friends, Bob.

You really remember this guy?

Yeah, I think so.

Find that footlocker by chance?

Yeah, um...

Listen, when you pulled that houdini on us, the doctors said

you might need some help with this memory stuff.

BOB: Mm-hm. MARTY: I know it's been a long time, but.

MARTY: I just- JEROME: Hey, what's up, Bob?

BOB: Hey, man.

JEROME: Oh, I'm sorry. Is this a private party?

MARTY: Yeah, you got a last name?

JEROME: Friendly. Jerome Friendly.

BOB: Marty. We're fine here.

MARTY: If you say so.

Gotta love the down-home hospitality here.

[car engine start]

What do you know about a woman with her head blown off?

Now you're just messing with me.

Do you remember her?

Hard to say, there were so many.

Did it look anything like this?

Yikes. You draw this?

Look at it.

Yeah, she ruined my perfectly good lunch.

You wrote the report, sucked the Colonel's dick,

and got promoted to investigations.

What about you?

Me? Oh, I got transferred to midnight shift

with the rest of the losers.

Good old Bob. Always the best and the brightest.

Nailed it, didn't I?

So who IS the artist?

Let's get back to work.

BOB: (Hey, girl.)

CHARLOTTE: I had another dream.

BOB: (Go back to bed, sweetheart.)

It's not finished.

(Tomorrow.)

What's happening to us?

(Tomorrow.)

(Okay?)

(Come on.)

FUCK!

LUCY: See you Thursday! Thank you! FRIEND: Thanks!

Hey. How you doin'?

Fancy meeting you here. LUCY: What do you want?

JEROME: Truth and justice. Yourself?

LUCY: Fuck off. JEROME: Language!

I'm thinking you and I got off on the wrong foot, Lucy.

Oh, you think?

Look, you don't like me. And well, that breaks my heart

when I give a shit which is never.

Bobby and I were best friends. We took an oath to protect

each others' backs, and well, that means something.

Your man is in trouble.

So you and I need to be on the same side.

Stand back or I will scream to the top of my lungs.

Go ahead.

Hm...? No...? Yeah.

You don't seem like the damsel in distress type.

Have your say.

The Bobby I knew was razor sharp,

top of his game.

Piques the curiosity, doesn't it?

How a guy can go from that to whatever he is now?

What? Was he like this when you found him?

Stay away from my family. Or else.

Or else WHAT?

Hm?

Here's the thing about threats, Lucy.

People who make them rarely if ever follow through.

Nah.

The people you need to fear are the ones who don't say

a word but are thinking payback the whole time.

You a mind reader?

Should you be afraid of me?

Get a life.

Okay, okay. [Chuckle]

JEROME: [chuckle]

[engine dies] LUCY: GODDAMNIT!

I hear ya, darlin'.

Have a nice day!

You called?

You guys have ways of checking people out, right?

Secret databases, or whatever?

MARTY: Jerome... LUCY: Of course.

Bob says he's alright.

I don't want him anywhere near my family.

Did he make any threats?

He's scared Charlotte half to death and now she's having

these nightmares. And Bob is...

Jeez, I don't know what Bob is, so...

Listen, Bob spent some time in an Air Force psychiatric-

Stop.

Lucy, we're on the same side here.

Oh, on Bob's team, right?

Mm-hm.

My first concern is CHARLOTTE.

Okay. I will look into Jerome.

In the meantime, maybe you can do something for me.

Bob wanted me to bring his old Air Force trunk

out to the house,

and I think we should be there when he opens it.

Do not bring that thing to my house.

Not until this Jerome guy goes away.

Not until Charlotte is back to normal.

Then Bob.

You're welcome, asshole.

JEROME: Long day, bro. BOB: Yeah.

JEROME: But boy, do I have plans for us tonight.

Bottoms up, Elvis.

BOB: Nice. JEROME: That's not it.

In the name of the stripper, the hooker,

and the holy cooch.

Happy birthday.

What the hell?

It's the front site off an M4.

You cut up an M4?

It's a gift, dipshit. It's fucking cool.

Yeah, but where'd you get it?

You're welcome, asshole.

[picture snap]

[picture snap]

(Who signed off on this?)

[garage door]

SENIOR AIRMAN: Get the inventory.

JEROME: What's on the grocery list today?

SENIOR AIRMAN: Invoice 5-3-2, something something. I forgot.

SENIOR AIRMAN: Is there a problem, Kellar?

JEROME: No.

SENIOR AIRMAN: Then pull up your damn skirt

and confirm these crate numbers!

JEROME: (Lazy motherfucker.)

Lot number seven four alpha five niner two four, bravo

two eight three, two eight four, and two eight nine.

SENIOR AIRMAN: Roger that. Let's go.

JEROME: Hey, I texted you that we were playing cards

but you ignored me.

BOB: Yeah.

JEROME: Then I called. No answer.

Just figured I might get my keys, go to the BX,

might go to the club.

JEROME: Makes me think you don't love me anymore.

Hey, Bobby!

Deal you in?

ATREUS: Stevens.

At ease.

Shut the door and sit down.

You decided to bypass your chain of command

that's three NCO's and four commissioned officers

including the Chief of Security Forces

to come to me. Why?

BOB: Sir, it's not clear- ATREUS: Because you don't know

who else is involved in this "situation."

Yes sir.

If there is a pipeline of military weapons off this base

I want it stopped.

You will report directly to me on this.

BOB: You're giving me- ATREUS: I want names.

You have 48 hours.

But sir, don't you think-

We're gonna stop the leak.

We'll relieve the sons of bitches of duty

and we'll find out who did what.

Get me the names!

Yes sir, but if I had more time-

GODDAMNIT, STEVENS!

IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOUR HEARING?!

YOU HAVE TWO RESPONSIBILITIES!

ENFORCE THE LAW! AND WATCH YOUR BUDDY'S BACK!

(And as of now, I'm the only buddy you have.)

(Do you understand that?)

Yes sir.

You're going after cops.

You're turning against your own kind.

That's the right thing to do.

Now do your fucking job and get me those names.

Yes sir.

Airman!

Yes sir.

When did they promote you to General?

I'm not.

Then you better get your arm and hand in salute

before I slap you with insubordination.

Yes sir!

JEROME: Everything okay there, Bob? Bob!

What's the matter, you see a ghost?

I'm closing down for the day.

How come?

I didn't get an order.

JEROME: Well, there's plenty here!

You sure everything's okay, Bob?

Hm?

BOB: Yeah, but, there's a...

JEROME: Those little doodles set you off again?

Let's see. Maybe I can help.

BOB: Give that back!

JEROME: Your daughter draw this? She still seeing things?

BOB: GODDAMNIT GIVE IT BACK!!

JEROME: HEY! Hang on there, Elvis! Ha-ha, I'm just-

I'm just trying to help you.

No harm intended.

I need to let you go.

I'm fired?

Yeah, Lucy and I did the books yesterday, and

I can't keep paying you.

Hey, you know what? Don't worry about it, pal.

I got like, what? 30, 40 bucks?

That's enough to get me somewhere.

Good. Good.

So from now on, I'm just gonna work for free.

JEROME: My treat. BOB: Do what?

No. No, that's not gonna cut it.

JEROME: Yeah yeah, come on. BOB: No, thanks. No thanks.

Come on, Bob, with everything going on in your head

right now, I can't leave you here alone

to face the darkness. BOB: No no.

This is MY darkness and I can handle it! You need to go!

GO! NOW!

So you can't remember shit about us

but I can see you found that high horse you like to ride.

This is not how you treat your friends, Bob.

I'm sorry.

Right...

[motorcycle revs, departs]

BOB: What is this shit I'm making?

LUCY: Can you be a little less abrasive?

BOB: What is this shit I'm making, PLEASE?

BOB: Blech.

LUCY: It's vegetable curry sauce for the polenta.

CHARLOTTE: What's polenta?

BOB: Some mystery, conspiracy goop-

LUCY: It's cornmeal boiled into kind of a porridge-

CHARLOTTE: I hate it!

BOB: Why can't we eat something that had teeth

like something that could bite back.

CHARLOTTE: Like a GOPHER! LUCY: We're vegetarian.

BOB: When did that happen?

LUCY: We've always been vegetarian.

BOB: You don't know that. I ate meat! I did!

I could eat meat right now!

I could eat a big old juicy slab of beef, or...

CHARLOTTE: GOPHER! BOB: Yes! I could eat gopher!

I could eat gopher!

You're on a roll tonight. Get inspired by Jerome, maybe?

BOB: No, I don't need Jerome to show me how to eat meat-

LUCY: Yeah, well what do you need Jerome for?

BOB: Nothing! I fired him today. He's gone. Happy?

LUCY: No. BOB: Well, there you go.

But I'm glad.

I'd be better if I had a slab of beef to gnaw through.

Let's eat this crap. [knock at door]

I got it.

No, we are not doing this.

NOT NOW.

BOB: What's going on?

CHARLOTTE: What's that thing?

Go to your room.

CHARLOTTE: What did I do?! BOB/LUCY: NOW!

BOB: Let me just go through it.

MARTY: Bob, listen, I think we should talk about this-

BOB: Okay!

Take it slow, brother.

I am not crazy.

I am not crazy!

No, you're not.

There's gotta be something. Something else...

MARTY: Mind if I look at that?

GODDAMNIT!

This is my fault, okay? It was a bad idea.

No, no, no, it wasn't your fault!

It's just like fucking looking through some DEAD GUY'S SHIT!

LUCY: Go home, Marty! BOB: FUCK!

If you find anything, let me know.

LUCY: It's okay. It's okay.

[phone ring]

Yeah? Okay, spell it.

Alright, Bob. I'll get back to you.

[gasp]

[phone ring]

Hey.

Listen you still have Grandpa's old shotgun?

BOB: What? LUCY: Who is it? BOB: Marty.

MARTY: Bob! Do you have the shotgun? BOB: Yes, why?

Load it.

The name checks out, and your buddy Keller is big trouble.

What-Wait, what did he do?

LUCY: It's okay, baby. BOB: Hang on, Marty.

LUCY: It's okay. It's okay... BOB: What is it, Charlotte?

BOB: Huh...?

People from my dreams are showing up at my house.

Leave us alone!

IF YOU COME ANYWHERE NEAR MY FAMILY

I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU! YOU HEAR ME, ASSHOLE?!

Loud and clear, sweetheart.

LUCY: [screams]

BOB: Get in the bedroom! I'll take care of this!

Get in there!

JEROME: A shotgun, Bob? Really?

Get the fuck out of here.

I see you kept a few souvenirs.

Look at all this shiny stuff. BOB: I mean it.

Alright. Keep the barrel up. Aim right here.

Marty, are you there?

Lucy, what the hell's going on?

LUCY: It's Jerome. MARTY: I'm on my way.

You know this is not how you treat a visitor to your home.

Get off the property! NOW!

Can we talk?

[chuckle] Bullshit.

There you go. In position.

Mind your own fucking business!

Or you're gonna get a bullet to your head!

JEROME: Now...

How far do you want me to shove that thing up your ass

when I take it from you? Hm?

[laugh] Jeez, Bob! You taught me that!

BOB: [groan]

That I learned in prison.

Now, can we talk?

(Stay right here! Stay down! Understand?)

BOB: [grunt]

There it is. You still want to shoot me? Go for it.

BOB: [grunt]

JEROME: Okay! Okay! Okay! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

I'm-I'm just over my head right now!

And?

I just-I just need some time, I just need some time-

How much?

HOW MUCH?!

I don't know man! A COUPLE OF WEEKS!

48 hours, that's it.

No, that's crazy, I can't-

That's all I can guarantee!

48, and then you're on your own!

JEROME: [Snap snap snap] You seeing the light yet? Hm?

Did I shake things up in there?

Well...

It's okay, 'cause I'm gonna fill in the blanks for you.

Now...

Your daughter...

she knows about me, knows my name. But you,

you have this whole selective memory thing going on.

That's awfully darn convenient, if you ask me.

Let me simplify it for you.

Tell me, Bobby.

When did the law become more important than our friendship?

Hm?

Now I asked that question every minute for 2,922 days.

Each day that I was in Leavenworth.

Oh-ha! Let me tell you about them. Ah...

Day one,

I got pushed around and yelled at.

Day two, I got pushed around, yelled at.

Day three...

I got poked in the nasty hole by a bunch of dudes.

Day four through twelve, in the infirmary

with an assortment of contusions, abrasions,

assorted fractures.

And day twelve...

I was adopted by Big Sweetie

who offered to protect me as long as I'd be his douche.

I spent 2,922 days in the shit hole.

And every day...

each day I thought, 'No way!'

Not Bobby!

No. Bobby wouldn't set me up.

No, BOBBY. Bobby had my back.

What's that?

Huh?

You got something to share?

BOB: (48 hours...)

That's right.

48 hours.

That was your promise.

That was your word.

But, in less than 24 hours, less than a day

I'm sleeping in bed with my dick in my hand

and my door gets kicked in.

You know what they found in my locker?

A dozen M-4's, a couple of 203 grenade launchers

and a fucking M-60 for chrissakes!

I was set up, Bob.

At my court martial, they had a bunch of weapons

but me, I had nothing.

No roommate to testify on my behalf.

If you would've testified that you saw me put the stuff

in the van, at least that would've been something.

Of course there was no evidence on any of the NCO's.

Nothing on Master Sergeant Wall.

Nothing on Tech Sergeant Lockhart.

Nothing on Chief Fishman.

No. Just the low-lifes.

Now THAT is planning.

That's strategy.

That's you.

Now you were supposed to have my back

but instead.

I got FUCKED.

Because at the moment that I needed you the most.

You were nowhere to be found. Now...

You look me in the eye and you tell me.

When did the law become more important than our friendship?

[WHACK] AHHH!

JEROME: [groan] LUCY: LEAVE HIM ALONE!

JEROME: Gimme that!

JEROME: Ahhh...

WHAT IS WITH THIS FAMILY

AND THE WAY THEY TREAT THEIR GUESTS?!

JEROME: GET OVER THERE! LUCY: [scream, groan]

JEROME: Now...

you look me in the eye and you tell me why.

BOB: I dunno.

If I fucked you over, I'm sorry.

Your apology is unacceptable.

It's your own fault!

There she is! Charlotte!

LUCY: BACK INSIDE!

LUCY: [groan]

You stole some stuff!

JEROME: Yeah? And what else? Huh?

Hey hey!

Easy does it, lady!

Draw me a picture, kid. Draw me a picture.

What happened to your daddy's promise? Huh?

[police sirens] JEROME: Goddamnit.

LET HER GO! Hands on your head, now!

JEROME: Calm down, Marty. MARTY: Stop right there!

JEROME: Cops don't shoot people in this town,

they just bore them to death.

MARTY: Parole violation,

reckless endangerment of a minor-

JEROME: Hey, you're the one with the gun, pal.

That's on you.

MARTY: And we're gonna add kidnapping to it.

JEROME: For the record, I did nothing wrong here.

I show up for a little visit,

and your boy, Bob, over there pulls a gun on me.

And then this wacko

comes after me with a baseball bat.

LUCY: I see you again, I'll kill you.

JEROME: Not afraid of threats, darling.

Only afraid of silence.

WE AIN'T RIGHT YET, BOBBY!

LUCY: [gasp] it's okay, baby! It's okay! It's okay.

604 Putnam County. [radio squawk]

Suspect's a Jerome Keller, he was last seen in the area

of 240 west, 850 south on a motorcyle.

Wanted out of New York for a parole violation.

[radio squawk]

MARTY: You might have been a better cop,

but you ain't much of a fighter, brother.

Hold still.

At least there's no sign of concussion.

How's slugger doing?

How's it look like?

CHARLOTTE: It's okay.

[SIRENS!] MARTY: GET DOWN EVERYBODY!

BOB, GO LOCK THE FRONT DOOR! I'LL GET THE BACK!

LUCY: Hey, baby?!

TURN THAT GODDAMN THING OFF!

BOB: [groan]

[painful throbbing noise]

Easy does it, Bob. You're gonna be alright.

LUCY: MARTY!

Go out there and do something!

No, until I get back up, we are staying inside!

FINE!

Lucy! LUCY!

[painful throbbing noise]

Listen to me, Bob! Listen to me, Bob!

LISTEN TO ME, BOB!

What did I tell you before? The trick is moving on!

Don't think about your last play!

Trust me. I've got your back.

[PAINFUL THROBBING NOISE] BOB: NO!

MARTY: Stop, Lucy! STOP! LUCY: Get your hands off of me!

MARTY: You're in danger out here!

LUCY: WELL THEN, GO SHOOT THAT MOTHERFUCKER IN THE FACE!

[sirens cease]

BOB: [groan]

BOB: [groan]

MARTY: Bob. LUCY: Where's Charlotte?! BOB: Agh!

[painful throbbing noise]

Oh my god!

[painful throbbing noise] LUCY: Charlotte...

BOB: Charlotte...

Charlotte!

MARTY: Bob, no...

LUCY: Hey...

[high-pitched noise]

[painful throbbing noise]

LUCY: What-what is it?

[sirens] PARAMEDIC: I got a pulse!

Buddy, you still alive?

I think he's lost a lot of blood.

I think he might be in shock. We need to get the gurney.

No, that's crazy I can't-

That's all I can guarantee!

48, and then you're on your own!

Hey, buddy.

I wasn't kidding earlier when I said, 'Watch your back.'

ATREUS: I need that list of names. Now.

Excuse me, sir, but-

But what, Stevens?

I haven't collected evidence, and if-

We have all that we need.

You said 48 hours, sir.

At ease. Sit down.

Let me explain how this is going to work-

A source.

I have a source on the inside.

Who?

The name.

A confidential source, sir.

This source has provided reliable information

in the past.

Information that has led to convictions and article 15's.

And according to the uniform code of military justice,

if I use a source in an investigation, regardless of

that source's complicity in the present case,

this source is eligible for exclusion from prosecution

as determined appropriate and/or negotiated

by the office of the Staff Judge Advocate

and the defense's counsel.

In short, sir, once I've identified the person

as a confidential source,

we are REQUIRED to provide legal counsel

prior to apprehension and/or levying charges.

Go to law school, did you?

No sir, I studied the manual.

You sure you want to go this route?

I could call Major Sutton-

Our Staff Judge Advocate reports directly

to the Pentagon, sir. Not the Base Commander.

[beep]

Fishman, get in here.

Chief Fishman, have you secured the warrants

that I requested from the Staff Judge Advocate?

Yes sir.

Right here, sir.

ATREUS: Are your men prepared? FISHMAN: Yes sir.

ATREUS: Look at the list again.

Is your source on this list?

BOB: I can't say, sir. Once I promise a source-

RIGHT.

Let me tell you what's NOT in the manual.

Regulations are intended for those individuals

who are not intelligent enough

to keep their knuckles from dragging on the ground.

Last chance.

Give him up.

You're riding with Chief Fishman tonight.

Now do your fucking job.

The Colonel did you a favor.

He's taking down the cops

so you wouldn't have to face your buddies.

All we have to do is 'liberate'

Staff Sergeant Pitts of the supply squadron.

He's living with his girlfriend

while her husband is on deployment. [Laugh]

I love this man's Air Force.

Try not to fuck this one up, Stevens.

SERGEANT PITTS, OPEN UP! SECURITY FORCES!

[rustling]

Oh, god...

No, no, no, no...

No.

No! NO! NO!

NO! NOOO!

I got you, buddy. I got you, buddy!

No.

No.

[painful throbbing noise]

LUCY: Bob, what is it?

CHARLOTTE: It's that boy.

It's that boy that Dad shot.

Oh god...

(Hey, buddy. Hey...)

BOB: It's gonna be okay, buddy.

CHARLOTTE: Dad?

(It's gonna be okay.)

I got you. Okay?

CHARLOTTE: Dad? BOB: It's gonna be okay.

No, no. Hold on, buddy. Hold on, buddy!

[door slams shut]

LUCY: Bob?! MARTY: Bob!

CHARLOTTE: Dad! Dad! BOB: Wait! Hold on!

CHARLOTTE: Dad!

Dad, it's me!

CHARLOTTE: Dad! Dad! BOB: Shit!

Dad, it's okay! It's me!

BOB: It's okay, buddy! Hold on! Hold on!

BOB: Hold on! Hold on, buddy! CHARLOTTE: Dad! DAD?!!

CHARLOTTE: MOM!

LUCY: WAIT!

[motorcycle rev]

604 Putnam County-HEY!

MARTY: ARE YOU NUTS?!

MARTY: Wait! LUCY: Well, let's go!

CHARLOTTE: Dad, what are you doing? BOB: [groan]

BOB: Come on, come on! Stay with me!

CHARLOTTE: It's okay! Dad! BOB: Come on!

CHARLOTTE: DAD! BOB: Ahhhhh!

CHARLOTTE: Listen to me! Dad! BOB: Stop-stop the bleeding!

CHARLOTTE: I'm okay! BOB: Stop the bleeding!

CHARLOTTE: DAD! BOB: No no!

BOB: Oh no! Oh god!

I'm in pursuit of an early model Ford truck

blue and white, plate numbers tango kilo-

[tires skid] LUCY: I lost 'em!

[scream]

Lucy, Lucy, listen to me.

We're gonna find them. We're gonna find them.

LUCY: I need my family. MARTY: He won't hurt her.

LUCY: I know. No-I know... MARTY: (Okay.) Now, come on.

*[Boom]

CHARLOTTE: Dad!

CHARLOTTE: Dad, I'm okay!! BOB: No! NO!

BOB: HANG ON! HANG ON! CHARLOTTE: DAD!

BOB: NOOOO!!!

CHARLOTTE: IT'S OKAY! I CAN BREATHE!

CHARLOTTE: I CAN BREATHE! I PROMISE! BOB: [SCREAM]

BOB: [SCREAM] CHARLOTTE: DAD!

CHARLOTTE: DAD! DAD! BOB: NO!

BOB: NO! NO! CHARLOTTE: DAD!

CHARLOTTE: Dad, please come back! It's okay!

DAD!

BOB: [sob] CHARLOTTE: Dad!

Dad, please come back!

NO!

BOB: NO! CHARLOTTE: Dad! DAD!

BOB: NO! CHARLOTTE: DAD, PLEASE LISTEN TO ME!

FISHMAN: Huh-uh.

I don't think the Colonel's gonna let you off that easy.

[gasp]

CHARLOTTE: Dad, no! Listen to me, Dad! DAD!

JEROME: Charlotte, come here!

BOBBY!

[gunfire]

(Oh god... Oh god...)

Okay. Okay. I need you to go back to the truck, okay?

Will you open the tailgate for me?

Sit in the cab, and don't look back.

CHARLOTTE: My dad... JEROME: I'll get him. Alright?

Okay, go!

Bobby?! Hey! Are you with me?!

BOBBY! Get up! We gotta go! Get up!

BOB: [moan] JEROME: What? Okay...

JEROME: Okay, I got you.

BOB: [moan] JEROME: Okay, come on. Come on!

JEROME: [yell] Come on!

I got you.

JEROME: [grunt]

JEROME: He'll be fine. Okay? We'll get him to the hospital.

Okay? Okay, right here...

Charlotte, here, take this.

You're alright, buddy.

Alright? We got you. Take this, put it on his face.

Put pressure on it, okay? Hold it there. Hold it there.

JEROME: [strain]

[THUD]

CHARLOTTE: Every time something happens

that knocks us out of balance

we try doing something that will knock us back in.

One part is connected to another

and that piece to something else

and together, they make up a whole thing.

JEROME: Listen, man, you're okay. You'll be just fine.

JEROME: I got you, man!

CHARLOTTE: Dad shot a boy, then lost his memory.

He got his memory back, but he got part of his face shot off.

I guess some people get knocked out of whack early

and they spend the rest of their lives

trying to get back to where they started.

Back into balance.

Back to being whole.

JEROME: Bobby... Hey.

If you didn't screw me over, then who did?

Huh?

Bobby!

Atreus?

(Atreus.)

I accept your apology, Bobby. Here.

[horn blare]

(Thank you.)

JEROME: [strain] [THUD]

CHARLOTTE: So why did my dad's face get blown off?

[motorcyle rev]

Friendship, I guess...