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She said she's a
prostitute, but I don't...

- I don't do that.
- Well, you got to understand

- where I'm coming from.
- If you could

just see yourself right now.

You look like you
just had a lobotomy.

What's wrong with you?

This is reality.

Reality? My ass.

It's all made-up.

Let me ask you this, huh,

how many times on this show
have you seen the cops

arrest, you know,
killers and-and rapists

or something like that?

How many times did
they slap the cuffs

on some crooked CEO fuck?

What can I get you?

- Beer.
- Beer.

Bottle? Draft?

- Uh, draft.
- Draft.

What you see is them always
catching drug users and johns,

you know, people just hurtin',

just looking for a little
pleasure out of life.

Three dollars.

What have you got against cops?

Got nothin' against cops.

Jesus.

I'll tell you what I
got something against.

I got something against stupidity.
Good ol' stupidity.

That's what I got something against.
There you go.

- Oh, keep it.
- Oh, thanks.

You comin' or goin'?

Passing through, kind of.

I swear to God,

a fly can go in your mouth and
you wouldn't even know it.

You'd just swallow it,
'cause it's, like,

the only protein
you've ever had.

It's good beer.

- Huh?
- Good beer.

Yeah. Mm.

From Pennsylvania.

So, how long have
you had this place?

Too long.

It's real homey.

You think so?

Where the hell do you live?

New Hampshire. Portsmouth.

Home of the Navy prison.

Yeah, I know the place.

You don't remember me, do you?

Wait a minute.

It can't be.

Could be.

No way.

Way.

Sweet Jesus. Doc?

Wow, "Doc"... nobody's
called me that

in a long, long time.

Fuck me. Doc, you made it.

Yeah, yeah.

Wow! Hey, O'Toole, looky here.

He's an old 'Nam buddy of mine.

I saved his life once.

He never saved my life.

Didn't think so.

You got to excuse me, Doc.

Boy, I'm shit for names.

Sheppard. Larry Sheppard.

Shep. That's right.

19-year-old kid. Navy corpsman.

- Huh?
- Once.

Yeah, well, we were
all something once.

Now we're just something else.

So you do remember me?

Of course I remember you.

You heard? I got
busted down to E-1.

Yeah. Yeah.

Most unfair. Boy.

The green weenie... they
broke it off in you.

How long was it? Was it,
like, what, three years?

Ended up about two
with good behavior.

Oh. Well, see,
that's not so bad.

Well, it was pretty bad.

- Mm.
- It was a long time ago.

Yeah.

BCD?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

But at some point,
instead of calling it

a Bad Conduct Discharge,

I started calling it a
better career decision.

Fuckin' A.

So, how'd you, uh,
find my lonesome ass?

Oh, it was easy. The Internet.

You can find anybody on
the Internet these days.

Boy, that is really fucked.

So, Portsmouth, huh?

- Mm-hmm.
- What do you do for a living there?

I'm a stocking clerk
at the Navy Exchange.

You got to be shitting me.

That's all right,
that's all right.

Don't you go someplace
when you close?

Like where?

I don't know. Home?

It'll be there tomorrow.

Hmm.

Reveille! Reveille!

Drop your cocks and
grab your socks!

Reveille!

Hey. This is the
last slice of pizza.

- You want it?
- No.

That's it. Once this is gone,

- there's no more pizza.
- No. Ow.

You sure? Going once,

going twice, gone.

Mmm. I love cold pizza.

Hey, you want a beer?

- Mm-mm.
- You sure?

Hair of the dog.

Always works for me.

Oh, fuck.

I'm still a little fucked
up from last night,

if you want to know the truth.

I think I'm getting a little too
old for this shit, frankly.

What's the deal with the grill
part of "Sal's Bar & Grill"?

Well, gone to rust is the deal.

That's too bad.

I guess people just lost their
taste for an honest burger.

Why? Are you hungry?

No, just curious.

Hey, you know what,

we got Mexicans here now,

so we can get some
chorizo con huevos.

Hey, we qualify for menudo, if
you got the balls for that.

No, thanks.

You don't want a bite?

There's something I want
to show you, though,

- if you're up for it.
- Mm-hmm.

Sure. I'm always up for it.

You got a car?

Of course I got a car.

I'm a fuckin' businessman.

You want to go now?

Yeah, whenever.

Fuck it.

Oh, I just fuckin'
love it, you know?

It's priceless.

What is?

The Navy.

They put the cock to you

and then they let you work
at the Navy Exchange.

I got five people
working under me.

You're a fuckin' inspiration.

You know what amazes
me about you?

Could be anything. I'm
a pretty amazing guy.

You turn the keys to your bar

over to the guy who's
asleep on your pool table

and then you jump in your
car and you drive me

to hell and gone and you don't
even know where we're going.

Well, I didn't think it
would take so fuckin' long.

Take this left up here.

- Right here?
- Mm-hmm.

That's going into a church.

- Yep.
- Oh, no.

What-what are you doing here?

No, no, no, no. You're gonna
love this, I promise.

I don't know, Doc. Look,
I mean, you seen one,

- you seen 'em all, right?
- No, this is gonna be good.

Geez.

What'd you get me
into here, huh?

See, as Christians,
brothers and sisters,

we have choices, hmm?

We can choose to
lay down our will

and follow God's will.

- That's right. That's right, Pastor.
- That's right.

The question is,

are you willing to do that?

- Oh, my fucking God.
- Not are you ready, but are you willing?

You see, 'cause if
you're willing,

if you're willing, you
can trust and believe...

- That's him.
- I told you you'd like this.

- Oh, my God.
- That God will take care

of the rest.

Yes, Lord.

Yes, He will. See, it's
a powerful thing...

What's he doing?

When you surrender
to God's will...

Excuse me, could you
move over for a minute?

And it takes ahold of you,

- a powerful thing...
- Powerful! - Yeah!

When you begin to
take that moment

to look deep inside yourself

and ask the question,

am I willing

to surrender to God's will?

- Yes, yes, yes.
- Well, you know what

they call that,
when God answers?

See, when God answers,
what they call that is

you're having a God moment.

You see, when we stop to ask,

are my choices,

are they Christ-like choices?

I mean, this dude was

a first-class drinker,
gambler, cocksman?

Shh.

Sorry.

Most likely a speed freak, too.

I mean, how did you
even find the place?

- The Internet.
- The Internet.

- Son of a bitch.
- And all of the relationships

where people are counting

on your Christ-like character...

Yes, sir.

Are trusting that you
will demonstrate

Christ-like integrity.

- Yes.
- Oh, yes!

Amen to that!

Come on. Don't do that.

I see we have,

uh, some visitors
amongst us here today.

Welcome! Welcome, brothers,
to our Sunday services.

Would you care to stand and
perhaps introduce yourselves?

All right, uh, name is Sal.

Salvatore Nealon.

Uh, USMC, sergeant, uh, retired.

Uh... Oh, hey, hey!

Come on. No, come on. Get up.

Guess who this lad is. Huh?

It's Doc.

Huh? Doc.

Also known as Larry Sheppard.

We were in the service
together with your pastor.

Bless my soul.

- Praise God!
- Welcome, brothers, welcome.

Thank you for joining us in
our fellowship this morning.

Mmm.

Oh.

Oh, man, oh, man.

Southern ham. Thank you, ma'am.

All right, so listen up, Ruth,

I'm hoping that this old
man appreciates you.

Oh, I think he does.

'Cause if he ever don't,

you pack your bag and
you come live with Sal.

You don't have a wife?

No, ma'am.

Neither chick nor child.

I do have a lady friend, though.

But she don't cook worth a damn.

She does have other talents,

if you know what I mean.

Um, well, what about you, Mr.
Sheppard?

Are you single or married?

Oh, I married a wonderful woman, Mrs.
Mueller.

Light of my life, my Mary.

Heart as big as anything.

Real pretty girl.

Great big smile.

Mm. Nice.

She, um...

she had a little slowness

because of a thing
when she was born.

Wait, what's that mean?
She's retarded?

No. No.

She could do anything
that anybody else could.

She just was a little delayed.

Huh.

- Great mom, great wife.
- Mm.

Well, what does she do?

Oh, I'm sorry. She...

Um... I lost Mary in January

from, uh, breast cancer.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry, Doc.

You know me, I-I
don't mean nothin'.

We pay for what we
say, Salvatore.

Yeah? Well, put it on my tab.

It's okay. You didn't know.

Your tab's long
overdue, I suspect.

Um, do you, uh, have
any children, Doc?

Um, yes. Just one, a son.

- Larry Jr.
- Oh.

Well, uh, Richard and I,
we have a girl and a boy.

And we have four grandchildren.

Praise God.

Wait, is it... Richard?

Honey, do we have some
coffee or pie or something

for our guests before we
send them on their way?

Richard.

Oh, yes. Um...

I have a peach
cobbler for dessert.

Ooh! Peach cobbler!

Now we're livin'!

Huh? Ooh!

All right.

You married up, Richard.

I'm glad to see you prevailing
over your hardships, Doc.

Oh, I-I do my best.

You, at least, seem to have
turned out to be a decent man.

Well, try to be.

And so do I.

Me, too.

I, uh...

I regret any role I played in all that...
foolishness

that happened back in Vietnam.

Oh.

It's okay.

What the hell happened
to Mueller the Mauler?

Huh? I mean...

well, shit.

What, did you put him in the
Witness Protection Program?

You got him hiding under
the couch or something?

Jesus.

I grew up, Sal.

I found my life's
purpose on the way.

Good for you.

So, what about you?

I always figured you for a
lifer in the Marine Corps.

Is that the way
things shook out?

Yeah.

Yeah, I re-upped. Sure.

Expectin' all the
dominoes to fall,

just like they said they would.

I was ready to kill me
some commies in San Diego,

but they never showed up.

Hey, can you believe this?

People go to Vietnam
on fuckin' vacation.

- Hmm.
- Huh? They pay

good money to have
their picture taken

where 52,000 young Americans
took their last dump.

Fuck me.

So, you, uh, mustered
out on principle?

I mustered out with
a plate in my head

on 100% disability.

And that's the good news.

Boy, I wonder how that happened.

Oh. Now, that's a good story.

Fuck all if I can remember it.

I believe drink was involved.

Yes, yes.

I'm sure of it.

Speakin' of drink,

this is the best
water I've ever had.

You see, Ruth,

I was on the shy side
of insubordination

most of the time,

but I could get away with it

on account of my dashing
good looks and boyish charm.

I guess we should all
be just grateful

that we're still alive.

- Amen.
- Praise God.

I tell myself that.

Doc, you're not gonna eat that?

- Mmm, mmm, mmm.
- Ooh, God. I don't want it to go to waste.

You, uh, okay, Doc?

Mm-hmm.

Whatever it is that's
troubling you,

it's probably best
to talk about it.

My son...

Because of my son,
I c-came here,

found you guys.

Maybe I shouldn't have.

Your son?

Larry Jr.

A year ago, he joined the corps.

Oorah.

And then two days ago,
they came and told me

that he'd been killed.

It was in, uh, Baghdad.

His convoy got ambushed.

They told me that he
unloaded his weapon on them

and he died with his
bayonet in his hand.

Jesus.

He's coming home tonight.

He's gonna be buried
in Arlington.

Full honors. A hero.

And I was wondering if you
guys could come with me.

We ask, heavenly Father,
that you continue

to strengthen his spirit
and to soften the sadness

during this-this
time of bereavement.

I can promise you, Doc,
you will meet your wife

and son again, in
a better place.

Oh, come on.

And all of this will seem

like a momentary separation.

Oh, come on.

What better place are
they going to, huh?

Las Vegas? Miami Beach?

Uh, Doc knows the place
of which I speak, Sal.

Well, then show him.

He's got a map.

Or maybe he can look it up on
the World Wide Internet, huh?

Well, one only knows
it when one sees it.

And as far as you are
concerned, Sergeant,

it's odds-on that you
shall never, ever see it.

Well, then I guess
I'll never miss it.

Oh, you will miss it.

You will miss it dearly,

each and every sweet
moment of eternity.

Do you even know how
long eternity is?

Yeah.

It ain't gonna matter.

Let me ask you something,

with all the billions of people

floatin' around in your heaven,

how come none of them
ever got the word back

to the rest of us?

One of them did.

Oh, right.

That guy. Yeah.

A bit sketchy on the
details, if you ask me.

I'm not asking you.

Okay, Doc, listen up.

I'm really sorry for your loss,

but I ain't gonna blow a
bunch of smoke up your ass.

The worst thing

that can happen to anybody

has landed on you,

and now you just got
to deal with it.

Lord have mercy.

What?

You were a hazard when
you were a younger man.

Now you're just an old fool.

What the hell are you talking...
You know, I...

I got your hazard
dangling here, huh?

I'm going to ask you to watch
your language in my house, sir.

- What language is that? I'm not...
- Man, listen... - Guys,

guys, I didn't want
to cause any trouble.

Okay.

Doc,

I'm gonna help you
bury your boy.

Now, I may not be able to
get you up into heaven,

but I can sure as hell
get you to Arlington.

Mueller?

I certainly would like
to help you, Doc,

- but I...
- But he has to stay here and pray for you,

which will be very helpful.

- Richard.
- Yes.

Could I see you for a moment?

Of course, dear.

Mueller, please.

I don't get around so well
anymore, as you can see, Doc.

We'll just be in the car.

I know, but... I don't think so.

No, no, it's impossible.

He is comin' with.

That's affirmative.

No. He said he wasn't going to.

No, don't matter what he said.

I guarantee you his old
lady is shaming him.

Okay? She's in there
right now saying,

"Richard, you have to..."

go with that poor man.
He needs you.

He will have qualified people
to counsel him at Arlington.

Well, yes, but who will protect
him from that Sal person?

Oh, Lord, that's right.

Shit always goes sideways

- when Sal's involved.
- Richard,

what in the world has
happened to your vocabulary?

Oh, I'm sorry, babe. I'm sorry.

Just kind of slipped out.
I'm sorry.

Mm-hmm.

Look, you can't refuse
friends in the time of need.

- Friends?
- Mm-hmm.

I haven't seen these
men in decades.

You can't refuse anybody.
You're a preacher.

They represent a dark
period in my life, Ruth.

A very dark period.

And you represent God.

The man lost his son, Richard.

That's all I need to say.

Hey, I'd turn the radio
on, but it's broke.

You got, uh...

a boom box or something?

Want to play... No?

Hey, Doc, you can
move your chair back.

You know, separate... They're
individual controls.

Just un-underneath,
in the front, there.

Give you some legroom. Yeah,
that's better, right?

So, Richard...

what's the story with
the collar, now, huh?

You got to wear that? Is it,
like, a tracking system

so God knows where you
are at all times?

Do you always have to wear
that thing or can you relax?

- I am relaxed.
- Really? All right.

Don't seem that way, but...

if you say so.

I never knew your
name was Richard...

in the years we were together...
never.

I mean, it was always Mueller.

Richard. Wow.

When you was a kid, did
you go by "Richie"

or "Rich"?

Dick?

You like Dick? Hmm?

I just never knew any brothers
named Richard, you know?

I didn't know they
named 'em that.

Richard Pryor.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Richard Wright.

Uh...

Mm... Richie Havens.

Oh, oh.

- Dick Gregory.
- Oh, I stand corrected.

Little Richard.

Now, he likes dick.

Big... big dick... Yeah.

What the fuck? Look at this guy.

He's on my ass.

Just up on my ass.

- Look at this.
- Change lanes.

I'm not gonna change
lanes, this is my lane.

Move over.

This is my lane. Get
the fuck off my ass.

Get out of the way.
Just move over.

Come on. Just get
out of the way.

Let him by you.

Okay, fuckhead, you want to play?
Let's play.

- What are you doing, Sal?
- Huh?

Want to play? All right, just
hold on, okay? Hold o...

- Trying to have an accident out here?
- Just hold on.

No, I'm gonna jackknife
this motherfucker.

- Fuckhead.
- What is wrong with you?

- You want to play?
- Hey, move! Move over

- and let the guy get by!
- Whoa! Hey, all right.

All right, all right. Shit.

Hey! You trying to get
me killed out here?

Hey, fuck you, asshole!

- Fuck you!
- Hey!

I'm talking to you, jackoff!

You fuckin' asshole!

You fuckin' get
me hurt out here,

I will bury your fuckin' ass
on the side of the road.

- All right.
- You hear me?

- You understand?
- Right, yes!

Keep your eye on the road, man!

Mueller has arrived!

Fuck around, I got a wife and a
congregation to get back to.

Fuckin' drive, man.

I'm driving,

I'm driving.

I thought you was lost forever.

I really did.

Where are we
supposed to go, Doc?

Dover Air Force Base.

That... that's in
fuckin' Delaware.

Right. Dover, Delaware.

So... what are we doing here?

I don't know.

You said Arlington.

Well, yeah, that's
what they said.

That's what they told me.

But now you... now
you're saying Dover.

Well, I guess...

they have to fly in
someplace first,

so they fly into Dover.

- Okay.
- I'm sorry.

Okay. No, no. It's all right.

It's okay.

Dover it is.

Do you want me to drive?

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Okay.

Wonder if something's wrong.

Nah. He's just the guard

at a gate. He don't
know nothing.

I wonder if there'll be an
honor guard and all that.

Well, they'll do something.

You know, be
respectful, you know.

But, uh... just not in public.

'Cause they... they
got a blackout

on all that stuff
this time around.

Yeah, no pictures of coffins.

No reminders to the public.

It's all bullshit.

The body's in transit.

The plane is due
at 0800 tomorrow.

Come back then, you can
wait in the hangar.

Okay, thank you.

Transit. Everybody's
always in transit,

even when you're dead.

- Come on, Sal.
- It's okay.

Sorry.

How much is it, ma'am?

It's 35, even.

Whoa, Doc.

What's with the wad?

Uh, they took up a collection

at the exchange when they heard.

See?

You got lots of friends.

Well, they felt bad.

They just wanted
to do something.

- And here's your key.
- Thank you.

Man, you guys ain't
watching this?

- Watching what?
- Man, they got him!

Who?

Man, that son of a bitch Saddam.

They got him in a spider hole.

Iraqis in Baghdad celebrated,

some with guns...

some with cheers.

The capture of Saddam Hussein

is a defining moment
in the new Iraq.

I expect that the detention
of Saddam Hussein

will be regarded as the
beginning of reconciliation...

Fuck.

Can't blow smoke
rings for shit now.

Used to be real good at it.

Something happened with
my tongue or something.

We now have final resolution.

Mm. Doc's out.

Look at this fuckin' guy.

Fuck me.

One day he's the
head of a country,

next day he's just some fuck

hiding out in a spider hole,

scared to death.

He... he-he told
me not to worry.

Come here.

He didn't die in vain.

Mr. Sheppard.

Yes.

Mr. Sheppard, I am
Colonel Wilits.

- Mm.
- The president of the United States

has asked me to express
his deep regrets

that your son was
killed in action.

Thank you.

He died a hero in the
service of his country.

He was an inspiration
to his fellow marines.

Can I see him?

Sir, that would be ill-advised.

Trust me on this, you do not
want to see him like that.

Is it against the rules?

No.

But the lance corporal was hit

in the back of the head.

I assure you he felt no pain.

But the exit wound in such
a case is devastating...

to the face.

They were behind him? They
shot him from behind?

Take the colonel's advice, Doc.

It's best to remember
him as he was.

I'd have to see him.

But that's just me.

The thing is...

you don't have to listen
to no colonels no more.

Those days are gone.

I'd like to...

I'd like to see my son.

Sir, what you will see...

you will not be able to unsee.

I understand.

I just... I feel like I have to.

As you wish, sir.

Lance Corporal Washington,

please escort these two
gentlemen to the coffee mess.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Sheppard, come with me.

Hey, kid.

Stand at ease, will you?

You're giving me a
fuckin' stiff neck.

Man, I never heard anyone talk
to the colonel like that.

Colonels don't scare me.

Never have, never will.

You a marine?

Yeah, I thought so.

I got more time in the chow line

than you got in the corps.

You, too?

Oorah.

Semper fi, do or die. How
you think I got this cane?

Hey, kid.

The fuck's with your ear?

Baghdad boil.

Say what?

Baghdad boil.

Yeah, everybody's got one.

You get bit by a teeny sand fly

over there, and...

Fuckin' Franken-ear.

Jesus.

They say it'll go away...

- in a year or two.
- Oh, yeah.

You can count on that.

One fuckin' ugly ear.

This is a big mistake.

- Hey...
- Big mistake. Hey, hey, hold on.

It's not like there's
something you can

do about it now. All right?
Unless you're gonna

go over there and just
out-tough the colonel.

I don't want nothing. All right?

I'm just along for the ride.

Oh, yeah, right.

Fuck.

So you two were in
'Nam with Larry's dad?

We were.

You guys know what the
fuck happened back then?

Nah. We were just...

pulling triggers, killing gooks.

Larry said his dad wound up
doing brig time behind it.

Yeah, that's all
in the past now.

What do you know about that?

Sounded like he
fucked some dudes up.

Or some dudes fucked him up.

Are you them dudes?

What exactly did he tell you?

Only that some bad
shit went down.

I was Larry's best
friend, all right?

So no one else knew
anything about it.

So you were with him
during the ambush?

Ambush?

The ambush. The ambush and
the firefight, they said.

Okay.

- Okay?
- Okay? What the fuck is that, okay?

If that's what they're
saying it was,

then that's what it was.

Hey. Come on, you're his friend.

You were there, right?

What happened?

Come on, kid, don't
stonewall us.

He ain't looking at ya.

Come on, it's just us,
marine to marine.

Jarhead to jarhead.

It was fucked.

Me and Sheppard and
three other guys

were all day humping
school supplies.

We had tablets,
pencils, new books.

It was our last run.

Anyway, we was always
stopping at this little store

we called Abdul's Haji Mart.

We'd have Haji Cokes.

It was my turn to make the run,

but Sheppard said he'd
do it, so he goes

and we're bullshitting and
this raghead comes up,

shouts out...

"Allah Akbar"...

whatever the fuck...

"God is great."

Puts a cap in Shep's head.

Jesus.

What happened next?

Shit, man, we went off.

Lit 'em all up.

The raghead, Abdul,

damn near whole fuckin' hood.

Carried Larry back to the
Hummer and went home.

You know, the kid's supposed

to get the Bronze
Star behind this.

Yeah.

He'll get the star.

The more stars the
better, right?

- Yeah.
- Right.

Okay...

We can't tell him about this.

- We can't?
- No.

Let him have his Bronze Star.

- Shit.
- Let him have his burial at Arlington

with full honors. Let
him have his hero.

Lord knows the man ain't
had nothing but pain

- in his life lately.
- In other words,

let him have the lie.

Think about it, Sal.

What's more important?

I don't know.

But it's never the lie.

Sal...

Sal.

I'm sorry, sir, but there's
always a sound reason

for my recommendations.

Sal, he doesn't have
a face anymore.

You got to be a man now.

Hey, mister.

Hey, Sal.

How did this boy wind up dead?

I beg your pardon?

I think it's a pretty
simple question.

What happened?

The lance corporal
acquitted himself

with dignity and honor,
and he died a hero.

Yeah, but I mean, they're...

they're all heroes, ain't they?

- That they are, sir.
- Yeah. All heroes.

No question.

How did it happen that this boy

was shot in the back of the
head like a fucking dog?

He was a brave marine,

credit to the corps,

and he served his country well.

Yes, he did.

So did we all.

Every one of us here.

And we'd do it again
if we had the chance.

What's going on, Sal?

I don't know. That's-that's
why I'm asking.

Shouldn't we be making
funeral arrangements?

Isn't that why we're here?

One second.

Now, were you there
when this happened?

No, I wasn't.

So, where were you?

With all due respect, sir,

that is none of your business.

Oh.

Oh, I see.

With all due respect...

Doc ought to be able to talk
to somebody who was there.

You weren't.

All right.

Were you?

Yes, sir, I was there.

Very well.

Lance Corporal Washington,
tell them what happened.

So, where we at
with all of this?

Pretty much where
we were before.

Doc wants his son's face back.

Can't blame him for that.

Called my wife.

I'm going home.

I'll be taking the bus.

So you're quittin'?

Quittin' what?

Why don't we find out?

So, Doc, what, uh,

what are we gonna do here?

I can't bury him at Arlington.

Not now.

He qualifies and he
deserves that honor.

Here.

This is what he looked like.

Can I see it?

- Handsome boy.
- Wow. Yeah.

High school girls
were crazy about him.

My handsome boy.

I'm taking Larry home.

Sir, I can assure you
that is a bad decision

and you will come to regret it.

Sir, sir, sir, sir.

Please stop. Sir, sir.

The marines will transport
the body for you,

at no cost to you,
anywhere you choose.

Sir, sir...

Sir, stop.

I cannot

legally release the
lance corporal's body

to anyone, except a
licensed mortician.

Or a clergyman.

Isn't that so, Colonel?

Correct.

Well...

it looks like...

that will be me.

Lads.

Here we go.

Yeah. There.

Not gonna fit.

How you gonna get him home now?

What you gonna do, Sal,

strap the coffin to
the roof of your car?

We could do that.

Just need a little help
lifting it up, huh?

Maybe we can get that kid
with the fucked-up ear.

Don't be ridiculous.

Why not?

You know a better way to be?

You wish you could
be ridiculous,

but it's too late now.

Doc, you've got to let the
government transport the body.

I mean, it's the kind of
thing they're good at.

I-I don't like the
government right now.

Well, you don't have to.

I don't trust it anymore.

Hey, you know what, we
could rent a truck.

You know what, let's do that.

Uh, you take the car.

We'll stay here.

- Go find a truck.
- All right.

And pay for it out of that.

One truck, comin' up.

I'm coming with you, Sal.
You can drop me

at the bus station.

I think I got to be getting
back home now, Doc.

I understand, Mueller.

I'm sorry I dragged you
all the way up here.

I really thought I could be of
some help to you, you know.

I mean, I thought we
were going to a funeral.

We are going to a funeral...
just looks like it's gonna take

a little longer to get there.

It's okay.

I'm just glad I got a chance to...
see you again.

I'm very happy I got
to see you again, Doc.

God bless you, Doc.

Keep you in my prayers.

And bless you, too, lad.

Let me ask you something,

man-to-man, hmm?

You ever wonder...

what would've happened, way
back then, if we hadn't...

Doc wouldn't have ended up
doing two years in the brig,

that's for sure.

And you and me, we...

wouldn't had to
seen what we did.

And what was that?

Are you shittin' me?

You tellin' me you
don't remember?

I remember a lot of shit.

What are you talking about?

A certain platoon
buddy getting shot,

writhing around on
the ground dying,

with nothing to give
him to ease his pain

'cause we had already
taken all the morphine.

God rest his soul.

There wasn't nothin' we
could do at that point.

And we did nothin'.

And sometimes you got
to do a little more.

I have a van that
would work for you.

- All right.
- But I think you might be happier

with a truck that's got
a hydraulic tail lift.

Oh.

Hydraulic lift. I
like that, huh?

What will you be hauling?

Oh, you know, a truck with
a lift will handle it.

Will you be dropping
it off back here

or at another location?

Uh...

Don't you know?

No, I guess I'll be
dropping it off here.

And when will that be?

What you lookin' at me for?

I don't know. How many
days would it...?

You don't know how long
you're going to need it?

No, I don't know how
long I'll need it.

Give me a week.

Oh, yeah.

A week, he says.

Mueller, come on.

It's out of your
hands, all right?

Why don't you sit down,
take a load off,

and let the mountain come
to Muhammad, all right?

Chill.

All right?

- I need to see your driver's license.
- Yeah.

Here you go.

Ooh.

These are free, right?

Norfolk, Virginia?

Yeah.

Got to live somewhere.

Will you be the only driver?

Uh, no, no, I'll have some help.

Then I'll need to see the
other driver's license.

- Is it this gentleman here?
- Thy rod

- and thy staff, they comfort me.
- His holiness?

No, no.

His holiness can hardly walk,

let alone handle a big rig
with a hydraulic lift.

Whoever... I'll
need their license.

I will dwell in the
house of the Lord.

What are you doing, with the bouncing?
What is that?

I'm speaking a psalm.

- A psalm?
- Mm.

Oh.

As in, a psalm-a bin Laden.

So, you are the only driver?

Yes, ma'am, I be the wheelman.

How will you be paying?

Oh. Okay.

Take it out of this.

♪ That's the jingle bell ♪

♪ That's the jingle bell rock. ♪

16 to 60,

you put a dude behind the
wheel of a big rig like this,

you're gonna feel like hot shit.

This is a rented U-Haul with
an automatic transmission.

This is bigger than
anything you ever handled.

Sal, Doc's boy is dead.

Try not to forget that.

I haven't forgotten that.

Jesus.

But we're still alive, right?

Praise God.

With time ticking fast away.

So if there's one minute
that's not too terrible,

I'd like to try to enjoy it.

All right.

I mean, you used to
be up for some fun.

- I still am.
- Oh, yeah.

As long as it's right
in God's eyes.

What is that, "God's eyes"?

Wha-What... God don't
have any eyes.

Oh, yes, He does.

- Oh, yeah.
- God has eyes and He has ears.

- Yeah.
- And He hears every insult

- that you send His way.
- Geez.

You believe me when I
tell you, Sergeant,

there will be a reckoning.

Oh, a reckoning.

- Yeah, God as my witness.
- All right.

I can assure you of that.

Well, great, then,
because I reckon

that I would take
that opportunity

to stand at attention
and say to God,

"Hey! Where were You when the...

"raping children and the-the
genocide and all that?

"Where were You when
they flew airplanes

"into the buildings and
killed thousands of people

"who were just going to work?

"Where were You when Doc's kid

"was just buying Cokes
for his buddies

"and some raghead come up
and shoot his face off?

Huh? Where were You?"

Yeah, you see, I'm not
gonna stand there

and try to explain
myself to Him,

I'm gonna make God
explain Himself to me.

- Oh, all right.
- Yeah, and I think

by the end of it, He'll say,

"Hey, come on. Get in here.

"You? You're my kind of dude.

You, give me one of these."

All right, well,
good luck with that.

I'll be praying for
you, you hear?

Yeah, well, I'll be hoping
for the same thing.

But, boy, if it's
a tight-ass God,

- then I am fucked.
- Yeah.

And I think it's time
for that lube job

on that plate in your head.

Hey, stay the fuck away
from my plate, all right?

I'm picking up WOR
from New York.

I'm homesick.

- Yeah.
- Hey, wait a minute. Maybe...

- Oh, no, no, no.
- Well...

You have to turn that shit off.

So, you know about
this stuff, right?

- Oh, man.
- All right.

So, you know, I have been known
to get in a face or two.

But even I'm offended
by this stuff.

I mean, it's damn
hard to dance to.

Well, that is one thing that
we can finally agree on.

There you go.

Aren't you a little ashamed
being an African-American?

Mm, no, not really.
Why should I be?

Because being a
dignified gentleman

such as yourself,

you would be the first to agree

that this is so far away
from, like, Motown, man.

- Right?
- Well, I have nothing to be ashamed of.

I mean, this dude is white.

♪ Ever since Prince turned
himself into a symbol... ♪

"White."

That's affirmative.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- White is right.

This guy's white.

- Word to God.
- This is coming out of a white mouth?

A white sewer mouth.

- Bullshit.
- Mm, nope.

I bullshit you not.

- Mm-hmm.
- Fuck me.

♪ Hey ♪

Well, then, I ought to
be a little ashamed.

Only I never really identified
with the white race.

Oh, really?

- No. Nothing.
- Oh, now I'm curious.

Nope.

Now, what race do you,
uh, identify with?

Green.

Green?

Yeah. The corps.

- Okay.
- I mean,

it's really the only
culture I ever...

really thought made sense.

♪ Nah-nah, nah-nah-nah ♪

All right.

Let me ask you something.

Hmm?

♪ Nah, nah-nah, nah-nah... ♪

Do you ever miss it?

Not for one blessed minute.

I don't believe you.

That's all right.

You don't believe in God either,

but trust and believe
He believes in you.

Hey.

- No problems?
- No, no problem.

Not unless being trapped
on a bus for seven hours

is a problem.

I don't know.

Buses are real nice now.

They got recliners and...

shitters in the back.

Hey, maybe you'll meet some
poor redneck and save his soul.

You get extra points for that?

I mean, does it work
off a point system?

I'll tell you when I get there.

Look, I just hope I
can get some sleep.

I didn't sleep so
good last night.

Yeah, I know, me neither.

Hey.

This will keep you awake.

Want it?

Oh, no. That'd play
havoc with my teeth.

You remember when we could
sleep in a hole in the ground,

bullets whizzing overhead?

Jesus.

You can't go back, Sal.

No.

- Who'd want to?
- We can't redo

the choices we made back then.

The best we can do
is learn from them

and try to do better
in the future.

- I hear that.
- But you're still

gonna do it anyway, huh?

Huh?

You're gonna take Doc and his
dead boy back to Portsmouth,

try to make it fun.

Hey, you ought to come with.

Ah?

Come on.

Eh.

Ah, well.

I better get back.

I still can't believe it.

You, of all people,

a preacher.

That's goddamn right.

Oh...

Hey, you ever think that, uh...

I don't know, we might bump
into each other again,

you know, from time to time?

I don't know. I mean...

He moves in mysterious ways.

That He does.

All right, Padre, take
care of yourself.

I'll, uh, I'll see you
for Sunday supper.

- Bless you.
- Thanks.

Why? Did I sneeze?

I-I got ya.

All right.

Hang on, Doc.

One, two, three.

You know...

keep wondering, Doc, what...

what your kid would have wanted.

To drink beer with his friends.

Um... to chase girls.

He was only 21.

He wasn't thinking about dying.

Yeah.

You know, Doc, you can make this

a whole lot easier on yourself.

Yeah, I don't want to
make it easy on myself.

Yeah, you're right.

Guys like us, we...
take all that shit

till it's a disaster.

And then we're cool.

The worst has happened,
like we knew it would.

They sent him off to a
godforsaken desert.

Why?

Who knows?

It wasn't to protect America.

It's like that jungle
they sent us to.

It was no threat to us.

And then they send him
back to me in this,

with more lies.

A hero. Honors. Arlington.

Well, I am not going
to bury a marine.

I'm just gonna bury my son.

Yeah.

Taking a bus today?

Yes, to Richmond. You?

- Richmond, huh?
- Mm.

That home for you?

Uh, no, but... close. Why?

So, you're the one
they call the Mullah?

The what?

Mullah?

I'm...

waiting for a bus to Richmond,

minding my business,

- reading the Scriptures.
- The Bible.

Checking out the competition?

Who are you two, and what
do you want from me?

That depends.

We're from Homeland Security.

What?!

Some rig, huh?

Hold it right there.

It used to mean
something, you know?

Esprit de corps.

A unity.

Some... well-earned pride and
some goddamn common sense.

I don't even know what
it means anymore.

You know what? Fuck them.

- Yeah. Fuck 'em!
- Fuck 'em all.

Fuck 'em all, is right.

I spent the best years of my
life defending this country.

Your best years are still
ahead of you, Sal.

- Oh, fuck off.
- No, it's true.

Look at me, Doc, all right?

My future is behind me.

I got a scrambled brain held
together with a steel plate.

They look at me and what do they see?
A fuckin' terrorist.

An apology would have been nice.

Yeah. They're sorry, all right.

They're sorry they
didn't smoke our asses.

Don't get it.

Doc.

Aw, shit.

What, did you forget
your toothbrush?

Jesus.

I had to call my wife...

from the police station.

You hear me?

From the police station!

All right.

What happened?

After they ID'd me as the
Reverend Richard Mueller...

found that I am not
a Muslim radical,

nor am I a mullah.

Mullah the Mauler! Huh?

Oh, fuck, it's all
over, isn't it?

The country's fucked.

- Was Ruth upset?
- Oh, she was very upset.

Wanted me to come
home right away,

but I said no, no,
no, no, no, honey.

There are times that
demand that even old men

should become threats.

Fuckin' A right. It's like
during the pinko scare...

I thought I was talking.

Yeah. You were.

I told my wife I am
not coming home!

Not until we're done here.

Where's your boy?

They got him again.

Tomorrow we gonna get him back.

And then we're gonna
take him home.

Ten-hut!

Gentlemen, good morning.

So, Colonel whatever
your name is,

where's Larry?

Wilits. It's Colonel Wilits.

- Oh.
- I've been briefed

on yesterday's snafu.

Completely ridiculous.

Apparently, the U-Haul agent
went off the deep end.

But there it is, and
what's done is done.

I hope that, given further
time for reflection,

you can see that Arlington
is a resting place

that should not be
refused in anger.

There lie heroes, sir.

The details of the
lance corporal's death

are what they are,
but make no mistake,

his death was heroic.

He was in a foreign
and hostile land

doing the decent thing.

He deserves to lie beneath the
sacred soil of Arlington.

He would want that... and I urge
you to choose that for him.

Thank you.

I'm going to take my son home

and bury him in New Hampshire.

And not in his uniform...

I'm gonna bury him in
his graduation suit.

As you wish.

Your government will fly the
coffin, at no cost to you,

to Portsmouth, and to a funeral
director of your choosing.

No. We're taking
him with us today.

With all due respect, sir,

you're cutting off your
nose to spite your face.

Hey. Colonel.

Did you look at these faces?

They've already been spited,

so why should we give a
fuck about your opinions?

With all due respect.

We're gonna take the train.

Okay. I'll make
the arrangements.

Lance Corporal Washington
here will be going with you.

This is Wilits.

What?

I need you to make some
things happen ASAP.

- Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Wilits.
- Stand by.

We don't need no babysitter.

I wasn't implying that you did.

Washington is on
TDY escort duty.

You don't want him, he goes
right back to Baghdad.

Guys?

We could use the help.

Does he pull per diem?

Of course.

Then fall in, Washington.

But he takes orders from us.

He takes his orders... from me.

But he will accommodate you in
any reasonable way you ask,

because I just ordered him to.

Is that clear?

Very clear.

Colonel.

Boy...

you are a fuckin'
force of nature, huh?

Man, I would've loved to
run into you in the field

in my younger days.

You really think so?

Oh, yeah.

'Cause one of us would
have been fragged.

And the other would've
gone to the brig.

Halt.

Down.

Ready.

Face.

I don't give a fuck
what they say.

- You understand me?
- Yes, sir.

The lance corporal is ours.

He's a marine until he
goes into the ground,

and remains a marine the period
of time he's underground

plus 100 years, is that clear?

- Yes, sir.
- I will not have

three over-the-hill veterans
pissing on my corps.

- Understood?
- Yes, sir!

You're a marine... your mission
is to see your brother home.

You're in charge, and when
in charge, you take charge!

- Understood?!
- Yes, sir!

There'll be a Mortuary Affairs
detail every step of the way.

You will protect the dignity
of that dead marine,

and you will see to it that
he is buried with honors

in his uniform, not
some cocksucking,

motherfucking pussy
civilian graduation suit!

- Clear?!
- Yes, sir!

And don't let that Sal
fucktard outflank you.

He's old but he's dangerous.

Do not let that happen.

- Kill him first.
- Sir?

- That is not an order.
- Yes, sir!

And just because that
crippled preacher reminds you

of your father, don't trust him.

I never knew my father, sir.

Lance Corporal, do you have
some kind of personal problem?

No, sir.

- Then get on it!
- Yes, sir!

Ready... hut!

Ready... face!

Forward march!

Well, Washington
says you served.

- Yeah. Army.
- Oh, really? Yeah? Yeah.

Did you see some shit?

Yeah, I was there the first time.
Gulf War.

Right, right.

You came back.

Yes. Yeah, and I'm
not pissing blood.

My babies are all okay.

Hey, that's good.

- John Redman.
- Larry Sheppard.

Don't worry, I'll... I'll
look after your boy.

Thank you.

Whenever you're ready.

Okay.

Hey, at ease, Washington. Huh?

I got a question for you.

When did you get so old, hmm?

I think it was over
the last 30 years.

Same as you.

Me? No.

Categorically deny it.

Deny it all you want.

It will not stop the clock,
nor will it turn back time.

So, what do you think of
that grunt, Washington, huh?

- What about him?
- I don't know.

He don't say much.

Him and his Baghdad boil...

boy, that's some
gnarly shit, right?

Well, what do you want
to know about him?

I don't want to know
nothin' about him.

Sounds like he's an individual

who's heavy on
your mind, though.

Ain't nothin' heavy on my mind.

Just wondering.

Then go back and talk to him,
if he's such a mystery to you.

Everything is a mystery to me.

Except you.

Please.

I think I'll go back
and talk to him.

Oh, I'm sure he'll enjoy that.

Tell him he should come
up here and sit with us.

All right.

I'll extend an invitation.

There we go.

This is bleak, man.

- You're welcome.
- What for?

What for? Are you on
a train in Baghdad?

No, you are not.

I guess not.

Yeah, TDY.

Sometimes it's fun.

- Sometimes it's a bitch.
- No. I don't mind.

He was my best friend.

Yeah, you didn't, uh, what,
hang with the brothers?

What the fuck is that?

I don't know. I saw it
on the MTV, I think.

It's not a rule.

No, I'm not saying it's a rule.

I liked the dude.

He had my back and I had his.

He was honest, said
what he thought.

- Oh, yeah.
- Simple, in a good way.

Never had an attitude.

Sounds a lot like his father.

Even the honest part?

Doc?

Doc is not a dishonest man.

What about the brig time?

Fuck, that could've
happened to any one of us.

No, he got fucked.

Doc was a lot younger than us.

He was a kid.

And technically, he
was in the Navy.

Eh. He wanted to be our friend,

and... we took advantage of it.

I mean, we had done him a favor,

and he was doing a favor
for us, and then...

all this shit went down, and
someone had to take the fall.

It was Doc.

Hey...

look, why don't you come up
with us for a while, huh?

Redman will look after your buddy.
Won't you?

It's no problem.

That's all right. Thank you.

Geez, come on, you got
to get out of here.

It's colder than Eskimo pussy.

I don't mind. Really.

Look...

I want you to come up and
talk to Larry's father, huh?

Say something nice.

I don't know what I would say.

You'll think of something.

Come on.

Boy, oh, boy, look at them.

- Who?
- Geez.

And all the shit they bought.

- Boy, they don't have a clue.
- They're just regular people

out doing their Christmas
shopping, Sal.

Fuckin' sheep is what they are.

I wouldn't mind
being one of them.

Yeah.

It's better than being shot at.

I'd rather be fighting
them over there

than in our own backyard.

Sound familiar?

Oh, yeah.

See, we fought the commies
in 'Nam so we wouldn't have

to fight 'em on the
beaches of Malibu.

Guess it worked.

I... I guess it did.

Yeah, 'cause, uh...

marines got to be willing
to die on order, so...

Semper fi. Do or die.

Yeah, that's always been
the mission, right?

It's a bunch of crap.

Course, you got to have a reason

to want to even get in a
fight in the first place.

So what are they telling
us it is this time? Huh?

That we're in imminent danger.

That they're stockpiling
weapons of mass destruction.

A possible mushroom cloud.

It's just lies. It's
the same old shit.

You know, stay the course.

If we pull out now,

then all our heroes
will have died in vain.

You know, blah, blah, blah.

You know, you'd like
to have a little faith

in your leaders
and your country.

I mean, I love this country, I
think we're a good country.

Aren't we a good country?

We are a good country, but...

if you catch your
government lying to you,

it changes everything,
doesn't it?

Yeah.

So, kid, how's the
living over there? Hmm?

- It's all right.
- Yeah?

But they sure fuckin'
hate us over there.

Sound familiar?

I swear to God, we got to
be the only occupying force

in history that expects
them to like us.

When you go out, you just
never know what to expect.

But... being from Oakland,

I'm used to people
dying all of a sudden.

- Geez.
- Really?

In high school, one
of my best friends

was shot by a stray bullet.

My father, robbed on the street,

and they put one in him.

I didn't even know who he was
until he turned up dead.

- Jesus, kid.
- Lord have mercy.

I'm only sayin'.

So, what, you joined the Marines

to get away from all
that in Oakland?

No. I didn't have much
else to do, so...

uh... you know, I wanted to
strengthen my character.

It was that way with Larry, too.

You know, we wanted
to test ourselves.

Yeah, boy, we felt
the same thing.

Mm-hmm.

Every generation has their war.

Men make the wars, and
wars make the men.

Never ends.

Maybe one day we'll try
something different.

When he was little,

Larry used to like to
play with toy soldiers.

Dig trenches for 'em, put
'em through basic training.

Mm-hmm.

Mr. Sheppard, Larry was
where he wanted to be.

He hated it.

We all hate it.

But you get sent over there,

and it stops being
about what you want,

or the war, even,

and you're there
for your brothers.

That's all that really matters.

He must have been embarrassed,

me sitting out the last part
of our war in the brig.

No, sir.

He wasn't embarrassed at all.

Thing that made Larry different

from the rest of us in the unit,

he had a happy childhood.

- He said that?
- Yes, sir.

He had a mother and
father that loved him,

loved each other.

And... nice house to live in,

good food to eat, and
he went on about school

and football and...
nice friends.

And he loved you.

Mm-hmm.

Mr. Sheppard, it was my
turn to get the Cokes.

That was my bullet, not Larry's.

Mm-mm. No.

No, no, no.

A gray car pulled up
in front of the house.

Marine lieutenant,
Navy chaplain...

shiny brass belt buckles.

I kept staring at
those shiny buckles.

"The president has asked me
to express his deep regret."

Killed in action.

In action.

Nothing about shot in
the back of the head

getting Cokes for his buddies.

Nothing about...

killed while...

delivering supplies to the
Baghdad school system.

There we go.

There... we go.

Ah-ha.

- Thirsty?
- Hmm?

That went down awfully quick.

Yeah, well, I'm drinking for two

now that you got all
old and boring.

It might be that
you're an alcoholic.

You think?

Well, I am.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

But I recognized it, see?

Took ownership of it.

That was the first step.

Mm-hmm.

Why don't you take
ownership of this beer?

- Huh?
- Come on. Don't...

Well, I'm... I'm
very good right now.

With this coffee, I'm fine.

Hey, at least we're
not drug addicts.

Thank... God.

Not anymore.

"Not anymore."

We never were.

We took the shit, Sal.

Yeah. 'Cause we needed the shit.

No. We needed it,

the corps would've
issued it to us.

Yeah. In a way, they did.

That shit was meant for pain.

All drugs are.

So? What's wrong with
taking it, then?

Morphine... is addictive.

Yeah, so is pain.

We weren't the ones who
were in pain, though.

The fuck we weren't.

Different kind of pain.

Pain is pain.

When we get to the next
stop, I got to call Ruth.

You know what you need?

You need one of those
mobile telephones.

You could be talking
to Ruth right now.

- Even on this train, you could be talking.
- Say what?

Yeah. I mean, every
ten-year-old has them.

They practically stopped
making pay phones.

So-so, we ended up at Disneyland

to resuscitate Doc, who is
metaphorically drowning.

Geez, I got your
metaphoricals right here.

- Stick to the story. Come on.
- Wait, hold on.

Let me, let me follow.

So there's a
Disneyland in Vietnam?

Well, yes, young blood.

That's what they call the
whorehouses and the bars

that spring up around the base.

And it was the company
fucking commander's doing.

You see, he was the
one who told us,

"Hey, you need to
take a few days off

"and get Doc's ass to Disneyland

before he has a total meltdown."

I was having some problems.

Yeah, you sure as shit were.

And the number one problem
he was having is that

it was time for him to
get his cherry busted.

- Oh.
- So... yes.

Hey, Washington, before you...

how-how-how old were
you, first time?

Thirteen.

Good Lord, man.

- Whoa!
- What?

- Ah, yeah, 13!
- Goodness.

I rest my case.

- You see?
- Lord have mercy.

See, Doc-Doc was 18.

- I was 19.
- 19.

One year worse than 18.

- That's not worse.
- It was time.

No. No, no. The right
time was when I met Mary

and we committed to each other.

Oh, what? Come on.

Look, I-I just want to
say that I think that 13

is still way too
young, by the way.

A-All right. All right,
all right, all right.

So, anyway,

we're in Disneyland.
We're looking.

There's Tomorrowland.
There's Fantasyland.

And then we found

one of the most beautiful
whorehouses I have ever seen.

And I've seen a lot.

Uh, I don't, I don't know.

What?

I... just... paying for sex,
you know, whores, pimps,

it's... kind of disgusting.

Actually, it wasn't that bad.

Yeah!

There's my guy!

Yeah!

Well, it was, it was okay.

It was nice.

- Oh!
- Truth be told,

our Lord and Savior,
Jesus Christ,

had not yet entered
into my heart.

- Oh, God, please save me.
- And so, I yielded to...

bad impulses.

"Yielded." Do you hear that?

- He "yielded."
- That is correct.

No, I'll tell you what
he did with impulses.

- He drank impulses, right?
- Yes.

- He smoked impulses.
- Yes.

And he fucked impulses.

- Yes, I confess.
- He fucked impulses.

He was... no, you know
what his nickname is?

Mueller the Mauler.

He was famous for
the five-dollar,

- five-minute special. Right?
- Yeah.

I mean, he was
like a jackrabbit.

"I don't want to spend
any more money there."

Aah! That's my bad leg, man!

That's my bad leg. Shit.

Son of a bitch.

Come on, man.

I was also famous for whipping
a motherfucker's ass.

Listen, it was all...

seems very funny right now.

It was funny.

Yeah, well, it was pure
dereliction of duty, sir.

Dereliction of duty, pure and simple.
Remember that.

Actually, it... it was like
going to a friend's house.

And then... then you just...

then you have sex
with the friend.

Then what?

And then...

you'd give 'em money.

Then you'd pay your friend.

- That's right.
- Oh, I got to tell you,

we did get tired of
listening to him

talking about that beautiful
Asian whore of his, right?

Oh, man.

He was so proud.

He said he had a hard-on so big,

felt like he was in
a full-body cast.

It's like nothing can move.

He couldn't blink and he
couldn't even move his fingers.

Oh. That's... that's not...

that's not true.

Oh, fuck me, I
miss those days...

when you had a...

a boner you could
hang a towel on.

Jesus.

I used to have a johnson
that would stand up

and watch me shave.

Oh, like this. Like,
"How you doing?"

"Yeah? You all right?

How is your day so far?"

Now... now it watches
me pull up my socks.

Just like, "All right."

When it goes, it goes.

- It goes. Goes quickly, too.
- Don't encourage this.

- Don't encourage this, Washington.
- Goes fast.

Oh, man.

- Keep using it, though.
- Okay.

- You don't...
- I'm imagining...

I'm imagining his penis helping
him pick up his socks.

Just what does that look like?

I'm home. Huh?

New York. New fucking York.

Well, let's not wander too far.

No, no, no, just far enough to
find the first Blarney Stone,

which... I believe is this way.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
This way.

Take that in.

Take a deep breath.

What, you do it?
What do you smell?

There's one distinct smell.
What is it?

Urine. I love it.

It's like the official
scent of the city.

Huh?

All right.

♪ Buh-buh-buh-buh-da,
Blarney Stone. ♪

Barkeep, I will
have one more drink

and then one more after that.

See, this is what we call a
man with a drinking problem.

- This, right here.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I ain't got no problem.
I got this mastered.

Born in pain, live
in fear, die alone.

Could you be any more
Irish right now?

Could you possibly be any
more Irish right now?

No, I do not think I can be.

Although, I will confess to you

my-my mother is
actually half Italian.

I lost one. He lost two.

Yeah, well, guess he
thought it was worth it.

It's not worth it to me.

Wonder if it's worth
it for his daughters.

He's got twins, right?

Who? Oh, the cheerleader?

Who?

Well...

He was a cheerleader in college

before he was the president.

Would it be worth their lives?

Even one of them?

Doc...

Look, kid...

there's no answers in there.

Right? The answers you're
looking for can be found

- in petition and prayer.
- Okay. Thank you.

- Okay. You guys ready for an adventure?
- Yup.

Huh? Let's go. Let's hit it.

- Where are we going?
- Uh, it's a secret.

You'll find out
when you get there,

- just like heaven.
- Oh, I don't like the sound of this.

Just like heaven.

How many minutes do I
get on this again?

- On this plan...
- Yeah.

500.

Every month?

Yes.

Is that enough?

- "Enough?"
- Yeah.

How can anybody talk for more
than 500 minutes a month

- on a fucking telephone?
- That's a good point.

- Pardon my French.
- No, it's a good point.

- I mean...
- We're going to miss our train

- as sure as God made little, green apples.
- Oh.

We're not gonna miss it.
Calm down, calm down.

And if you call people
with the same plan,

doesn't count against
your minutes.

- That's-that's one hell of a plan.
- It is.

Well, what do you care
who's on the plan?

You don't know
anybody on the plan.

I know you two fuckers.

Come on, let's get some phones.

I don't want one.
I don't need one.

- Thank you.
- I wouldn't mind having one,

- to tell you the truth.
- Hey! - Oh, Lord.

I've often thought about it.

Barkeep, a round of phones
for my partners here.

Right.

Okay, so he and I can talk
to each other any time,

even though he's in Norfolk
and I'm in New Hampshire,

and it's not gonna
cost us anything?

- That's the deal.
- Wow.

- Don't believe it.
- Come on, Mueller.

- What?
- Mueller.

- Come on.
- Come on.

With the three-way
calling thing,

we can talk to each
other at the same time.

Yeah, but aren't we
talking to each other

- at the same time right now?
- Yeah, but

we'll be on phones.

All right, what if
I don't like it?

I mean, we get stuck
with a contract

for what, a year, two years?

- Just two years.
- Two years.

What if you fall down?

- Have you thought of that? Huh?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

With your gimpy legs,
that's a real possibility.

What if you fell into a ditch,

and you can't get up and
nobody can see you?

I mean, it is adios, padre.

But, ah, with your mobile
phone, you get it out

and if you can see the
numbers, your glasses are...

like, "Oh, I can't see.
Help me. Help me."

I've fallen and I can't get up."

Guys, 911 calls don't count
against your minutes, either.

That's... come on, that's...

- All right, all right, all right.
- Yeah!

If I say yes, will you shut the
hell up so we can get our train?

- I'll shut up.
- Okay.

Yeah!

Come on!

Hello.

Hello. This is God. Is
this Reverend Mueller?

Who's this?

- God.
- Say what?

Uh, you're not gonna get
into heaven after all.

- What the...?
- I'm very displeased with the way you're

- talking about fornicating with whores.
- Who is this?

- I say, who is...
- This is God.

- Wha...
- This is definitely God.

- Hey, hey. Sal. Stop.
- What? This is not Sal. This is God.

- Stop it now.
- This is God...

Burning up my minutes
with that foolishness.

Wait. You should call
John Redman on the train.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Here.

This will be my
second official call.

Uh-huh.

By the way, when you call God,
doesn't cost you any minutes.

He told me.

Hey, John Redman.

Guess who this is.

Yeah. How'd you know?

All right, l-listen,
I am calling you

from my brand-new mobile
cellular cordless telephone.

- That you don't even know how to use.
- Hush up.

Listen, I want to give you
my number, all right?

How do you already have it?
I didn't give it to you.

- It comes up on his.
- Hey, that's just what he said.

The number comes
up on the screen!

Can you believe this?

Wow. Okay, listen up.

Uh, we are on...

Huh?

Ah.

Okay. Okay.

Yeah. Yeah.

Okay. All right.

What's going on?

They are on their way
to Boston, so...

- The train left without us?
- Yeah.

Outstanding.

- Outstanding.
- What?

I warned you, didn't I?

- Didn't I warn you?
- What does it matter?

We miss this train, we'll
take the next one, okay?

There's, like, a million
trains to Boston.

- Mm-hmm.
- You know what? You worry too much.

That's why your
hair went so gray.

You worry too much.

This is a boarding call

for Amtrak Acela
Express train 2171

en route to Washington

with intermediate
stops at Newark,

Philadelphia, Wilmington,
Baltimore...

We are all set.

We're on the express
straight to Boston.

- When?
- 7:00 a.m.

Oh, geez.

Come on. It's the city
that never sleeps.

Why should we?

Come on.

Let's have some fun.

Now, you take...

the fadeaway jump shot.

Ooh, wow, it's a beautiful
thing of beauty.

Free throws are what win
or lose a game, though.

Oh, fuck. That is...
they're so boring.

- It's true.
- But they're boring.

It stops all the
action all the time.

And there's way too many
of those fuckin' things.

You're not supposed
to go in there,

banging around with a guy,
banging all the time.

Fouls... no, I'm serious...

fouls...

should be...

shameful.

- You know?
- Hmm.

But there's no fuckin'
shame anywhere anymore.

Look who's talking.

You ever been ashamed

of anything you've ever
done in your life?

Ever?

Once.

Why are you looking
at me like that?

You know why.

Did you remember that
Boston was where...

he was from?

I remember he was from Boston.

So I've been looking into...

seeing if I could find maybe he
still had some... family there.

Why?

'Cause...

'Cause he's drunk, that's why.

What-what does that got
anything to do with it?

You get like this
every time you drink?

Pretty much.

Then you shouldn't drink.

It's what I got instead of God.

Uh-huh, I see. I understand.

- I got God.
- Yeah.

Doc did his time.

You got drunk.

Yep.

Yeah.

Maybe he got the
better of the deal.

- He was gonna die anyway, Sal.
- No. No.

He didn't have to suffer.

Not like that.

- But he did.
- No.

Jimmy Hightower.

We can't even say his name.

We all feel guilty about how
he suffered when he was dying,

but did it ever occur to you

that maybe nobody
would have been shot

and everybody'd still be alive

if we had just been doing our
jobs, not fuckin' around?

Boarding call for Amtrak.

Acela Express train
2150 to Boston

with no intermediate stops.

- Passengers should proceed to track 23.
- Sal.

Sal.

Sal, we gotta go.

We gotta go. We gotta
get our train.

Mueller.

Time to go.

Can I ask you a
personal question?

No.

Thank you.

Why is it that you
married a black woman?

Oh, what?

Come on. It's not like you never
had a white woman before.

I know better. And it was
the '70s and all that.

Which, if I remember rightly,

was when you white dudes

admitted to having a
thing for black women.

I'm gaga for the sisters.

They dig me, too.

Couple of 'em.

For a time.

First of all, Sal...

who I married is none
of your business.

And that is why I'm being
so polite about it.

Okay, I'll tell you.

God told me to.

God told you to marry
a black woman?

No.

God told me to marry Ruth.

Hmm.

How come God don't talk to me?

Because you don't listen.

I hear just fine.

You hear just fine,
but you don't listen.

So you listen, and that's
why He talks to you.

That's not what I said.

- Mm.
- I said that God

told me to marry Ruth,

to be a good man,

and to preach the Word.

So He does talk to you.

He touched my heart.

- Maybe it was Ruth who touched your heart.
- Oh, yes.

It was God through Ruth.

I was a down-and-out,

recovering alcoholic
with a shot-up leg,

and one day... I found Jesus.

Where? Where'd you find Him?

Like, on a street
corner or something?

No, in my heart, Sal.

The only place you
can truly find Him.

I went deep inside my own heart
like it was some scary cave,

some... unexplored place.

Which it was.

Went down alone and afraid,
and came back up fearless,

with Jesus by my
side, and there...

the very next Sunday,

took myself to church.

- And there was Ruth?
- And there was Ruth.

And everything fell
into place for me.

That is a beautiful story.

Sorry the fuck I asked.

So, if God exists...

I mean, would it kill Him

to just tap me on the
shoulder or something,

just shake my hand like a man?

And, while He's at it,

if He could deliver a nice
black girl with a great ass,

so much the better.

Hey, hey, hey.

Let me ask you another question.

When Ruth was a child,

was she a Baby Ruth?

You get... you get it?

- You know what Christmas is for me?
- What?

A Doc Holiday.

That's good, Doc.

Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah.
No, tha-that's the one.

That's the one we want.

- What do you think he's up to?
- Oh, wheelin' and dealin'.

Mr. Cellular Phone!

All right. All right.
All right, fellas,

- we got an errand to run.
- Do we even have time?

Oh, yeah, we've got
plenty of time.

I was just on with Redman...
he and Washington

are already in New Hampshire,
so we'll see 'em there.

I don't know how I lived
without this thing.

I really don't.

Detail! Forward hut!

Left. Left.

Left.

She's been living with it
all these years, anyway.

What good is it gonna do her?

We are long overdue,
the way I figure.

She ought to know the truth,

and we ought to be men
enough to say it.

How did you even find her?

I got O'Toole to call
his granddaughter,

and she looked it up for
us on the World Wide Web.

What can we possibly say to her?

We say the truth.

- It's a little bit further.
- And two...

Couple more on the left there.

Right there. There it is.

- Yeah.
- Uh-huh, this-this red...

- Yeah. That's it.
- Staircase here.

All right.

Maybe she's not here.

Hey, we didn't come
all this way...

Mrs. Hightower?

Yes?

I'm, uh, Reverend
Richard Mueller.

I served with your
son in Vietnam.

Oh, yes. One moment, please.

- Welcome.
- Thank you.

Come on in.

Hi. Name is Sal.

- Welcome.
- Hi. Larry Sheppard.

- So glad you could come.
- Thank you, ma'am.

I'm gonna show you
some pictures.

This one...

that's the last one we
ever got from Jimmy.

Look at him.

- Hmm?
- Yeah.

- Remember that smile?
- Sure do.

He was a handsome man,

- wasn't he?
- Yes, he was.

Oh, Lord have mercy.

And this...

is his little girl.

- All grown up now.
- My Lord.

My Lord.

How old was she when he died?

Four months.

Her mom eventually remarried,
and they moved to San Diego.

Mm.

And these...

they're my great-grand.

Hmm?

Look at that.

He'd be a grandfather.

I never saw them in person,

but they calls.

- Mm.
- Every now and then.

So...

you three men were
with my Jimmy.

Yes, ma'am.

3rd Marine Division.

We were a very tight unit.

Ma'am.

It's like this.

Uh, see...

we had already fought us...

a good long year,

and most of us...

were still breathing.

But the extension...

that... that four
months they added on,

that was...

that was bad.

And...

some of us...

we just couldn't handle it, see,

and, uh, I-I don't
even think that, uh...

What was it for?

Hmm?

What was it all for?

Right, well...

they said they knew, and
we just believed them.

But now...

Mrs. Hightower,

we came here today to
tell you what happened.

Were you...

were you some of
the men he saved?

I mean...

were you some of the men...

whose lives Jimmy saved?

I mean, they told
me that he saved

three or four of his buddies
before he was killed.

Were you?

Were you?

Yes, ma'am, that was us.

Jimmy was...

a great guy.

Yep. Never forget him.

That's why we're here, ma'am.

Uh, we feel we owe him.

Yeah.

We just wanted to come
by to pay our respects.

And, you know, let you know...

that he's always
been in our hearts.

God bless you.

I can never thank you enough.

Mrs. Hightower,

very glad to have met you.

Me, too, son. Me, too.

- Thank you, ma'am.
- Take care.

Bye.

Bless you, Mrs. Hightower.

Uh...

looks like they used
to make things here.

Used to.

That's the operative word...
"used to."

Jesus, I got to piss.

Ah...

Ah...

Ha-ha.

Oh...

- Hey, Mueller.
- Yeah?

Now I see God.

Sal, if you had any more
manners you'd be a dog.

You gonna want to
stay on here alone?

Well, I hadn't really
thought much about it.

Portsmouth. Boy.

With the brig right there.

Might want to try another place.

Fresh start.

But Larry'll be here.

Mary, too.

You could always visit.

Hey.

You got close friends here?

Not too many.

Not too close.

Move to Norfolk.

You can work in my bar.

I don't know anything about
working in bars, Sal.

Trust me, you don't
need to know much.

Well, your bar doesn't
seem that busy.

No, it ain't.

But that's my fault, see?

I let it go.

It just needs some...

new blood, you know?

We can get the grill
part going again, boy.

I need a partner.

- A partner?
- Yeah.

The bar would be half yours.

Then, when I bite it,
it'd be all yours.

Sal, you don't owe me anything.

No, no, hey, this has nothing
to do with, you know,

paying back a debt.

Trust me.

I really do need a partner.

You could stay with me.

For a while. Then you'd have to
get your own place, 'cause...

I like to pursue the ladies,
if you know what I mean.

And quite frankly, no offense,
but you'd cramp my style, Doc.

You thinking about it?

I am. I'm picturing it.

It's kind of funny.

Yeah.

Might be time for a new
BCD in your life, huh?

- Better career decision.
- There you go.

If nothing else, I
guarantee it...

we'd have some fun.

What's wrong with that?

You are in love with that thing.

Look at you, you can't
even put it down.

No, I'm trying to get that
fucker O'Toole to answer.

You know, the whole place could
be burned down for all I know.

Come on, you dick.

Well,

there it is... Larry's
graduation suit.

Oh, that's nice.

Very nice, Doc.

Looks a little small.

- You think?
- Yes, sir.

Larry bulked up,

so that might be a
little tight on him now.

Oh, okay. Well, I guess

I could go down to Penney's
and get him something new.

Well, we do still
have his dress blues.

Oh, my word.

The dress blue uniform.

Remember how we used to call it?
The tuxedo.

The tuxedo. Yeah. Yeah.

'Cause by law, you could wear
it to any formal function.

Not that we ever got
invited to one,

or would have gone
even if we had.

Still, it was nice to know
you were always dressed

for any occasion.

That's true, and a man never
forgets the first time

he puts on that uniform,
let me tell you.

- Oh, no. Oh, no.
- Huh?

Didn't you stand in front

of the mirror looking
at yourself?

- Right?
- Uh-huh.

Ooh! I am in the United
States Marine Corps,

- and I look pretty fucking good.
- I remember

- loving that feeling.
- Yes, sir.

- Glad to know that never changes.
- Yeah.

Ooh, I bet Larry looked
sharp in his, didn't he?

Oh, he did. Yeah, he was proud

- as a peacock in it.
- Mm.

I know that for a fact, sir.

You know, and that's the point,

Doc... it's about pride.

And it's not a sin.

Oh, no, not that kind
of pride, no, sir.

I guess I could...

bury him in his
uniform, even if...

Yeah, you could.

Yeah. Means you did something.

You know, you served.

Fuck what the politicians did.
You served.

Right? You didn't try to
weasel out of it, or think

- it was somebody else's job.
- Nope.

You took it on, man, and
you looked sharp doing it.

Like a man.

I'm gonna. I'm gonna
bury him in his uniform.

- That's good, Doc.
- Mmm.

Never regret it, sir.

- Fuckin' A.
- Okay.

Hey. Washington.

You ever relax, huh? Why
don't you sit down?

That's it, huh?

Okay. Yeah, much better.

Why are you looking
at me like that?

I'm sizing you up.

You know what?

I am gonna get you a
new suit of clothes.

- Say what?
- Yup.

I'm gonna dress you
up for the occasion.

May I ask why?

Well... because I love you.

Hey. Mm-hmm.

First of all, uh, I don't
need a new suit of clothes.

- Yeah.
- Second of all,

you're the one who could
really use some grooming.

And third of all, neither one
of us are dressed properly.

But we're gonna be.

- You watch.
- Oh, the things

that come into your head
and out of your mouth.

Scary, right?

You know what I think?

I think that "I love you"
thing really rattled you,

didn't it, old man?

Deeply disturbing.

♪ There's a sorrow in the wind ♪

♪ Blowing down the
road I've been ♪

♪ I can hear it cry ♪

♪ While shadows steal the sun ♪

♪ But I cannot look back now ♪

♪ I've come too far
to turn around ♪

♪ And there's still
a race ahead ♪

♪ That I must run ♪

♪ I'm only halfway home ♪

♪ I've got to journey on ♪

♪ To where I'll find ♪

♪ Find the things I have lost ♪

♪ I've come a long, long road ♪

♪ But still I've got
some miles to go ♪

♪ I've got a wide ♪

♪ A wide river to cross ♪

♪ I have stumbled,
I have strayed ♪

♪ You can trace the
tracks I've made ♪

♪ All across the memories ♪

♪ My heart recalls... ♪

Doc, I don't know how
grateful the nation is, or

how much the president regrets
your loss and all that,

but... here it is.

Your country's flag.

Thank you.

You put that somewhere
and let it remind you

of what was in your son's heart.

- We don't know...
- I know. It's...

Well, once you're a marine,

you're always a marine.

And even though I'm no
longer on active duty...

- But if I was...
- Yeah.

I ask you, you see a
man in this uniform?

Huh? Could you resist all this?

- Huh?
- I, um...

No, I... I don't think I could.

Mm-hmm.

It's the uniform, or the
man in the uniform?

- It's a killer combination.
- It's the combination.

- Isn't it?
- Yeah, it's the combination. Yeah.

Kind of seductive.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

You are a very
perceptive young lady.

We all wrote one.

I gave mine to Larry, and...

he gave his to me.

What does it say?

I-I don't know, Mr. Sheppard.

Hmm.

Okay.

I'm just saying, when
you think about it,

a young man is struggling
out of the gate,

goes on a date, has to
borrow his dad's car, needs

- to borrow a couple bucks.
- Yes.

Whereas, an older,
established gentleman

- doesn't have to do any of that, right?
- Sal?

- No...
- I need you to come with me right now.

Can you see I'm a
little busy right now?

I can. I'm gonna have

to borrow him for a few
minutes right now.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. Does this
have to happen right now?

Right now. Doc needs us.
Double quick, son.

- I'll be right back.
- Okay. Yeah.

- Okay, we'll pick this up. Okay.
- Yeah.

Bye, Sarge.

You all right?

You got to open it, Doc.

He wanted you to have it.

Hmm.

Dear Dad,

if you are reading this,
then you've been notified.

I was always prepared

to sacrifice my life
for my country.

You have to be ready to die
defending what you love.

I need you to understand

that I am honored
to die in this way.

Don't feel bad that
my life was so short.

It was a good life.

I know you never wanted
me to join the Marines,

but you supported me even so.

I had the greatest
father, and I love you.

Now I am with Mom.

We will both watch over you.

Dad, I want you to bury me
in my uniform next to Mom.

Your loving son, Larry.

Mm.

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♪ Shadows are falling ♪

♪ And I've been here all day ♪

♪ It's too hot to sleep ♪

♪ And time is running away ♪

♪ Feel like my soul has
turned into steel ♪

♪ I've still got the scars
that the sun didn't heal ♪

♪ There's not even room
enough to be anywhere ♪

♪ It's not dark yet, but
it's getting there ♪

♪ Well, my sense of humanity
has gone down the drain ♪

♪ Behind every beautiful thing ♪

♪ There's been some
kind of pain ♪

♪ She wrote me a letter and
she wrote it so kind ♪

♪ She put down in writing
what was in her mind ♪

♪ I just don't see why
I should even care ♪

♪ It's not dark yet ♪

♪ But it's getting there ♪

♪ Well, I've been to London ♪

♪ And I've been to gay Paree ♪

♪ I've followed the river
and I got to the sea ♪

♪ I've been down on the bottom
of a world full of lies ♪

♪ I ain't looking for
nothing in anyone's eyes ♪

♪ Sometimes my burden is
more than I can bear ♪

♪ It's not dark yet ♪

♪ But it's getting there ♪

♪ I was born here
and I'll die here ♪

♪ Against my will ♪

♪ I know it looks
like I'm moving ♪

♪ But I'm standing still ♪

♪ Every nerve in my body
is so vacant and numb ♪

♪ I can't even
remember what it was ♪

♪ I came here to get away from ♪

♪ Don't even hear a
murmur of a prayer ♪

♪ It's not dark yet ♪

♪ But it's getting there. ♪

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