Original subtitles

- Previously on Over There. - Rider, Bo.

They may have gone out, but they haven't come in.

Ma'am, these checks have been issued and cashed.

- My dad's cashin' my paychecks? - It's his name too.

How much?

- How much did he steal? - 3,200.

What'd you do?

Bad things okay. The worst things I could do.

We shouldn't be talking like this. It's not right.

We can talk. There's nothing wrong with it.

- Where you going? Bo, please, where are you going? - To get my money back.

Did I do something that I don't know about?

We shouldn't be hanging out so much.

It's nothing. It doesn't mean anything.

Then it won't mean anything if we stop doing it.

Pfc. Tariq Nassiri reporting for duty, Sergeant.

- You a goddamn A-rab? - I'm an American.

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

- Detroit. - Your mother is a whore.

You're asking me to send two more men into a hostage situation...

in which one man's already at risk.

I'm not asking you to do anything. I'm giving you the options.

Options? What options?

- We can either send in Angel and the medic- - Yeah?

Or we could sit out here with our thumbs up our asses, sir.

[Man On Radio] A wave of recent car bombings throughout Iraq...

appears to be aimed at disrupting the continued efforts...

of the Coalition to recruit and train new Iraqi security forces.

Intelligence sources believe the attacks to be the work...

of a very small group, or even an individual...

in part because all of the bombs seem to be made...

of virtually identical materials.

Meanwhile, U.S. And Iraqi forces have been deployed...

to areas that have been deemed to be possible staging areas for the attacks.

As one unnamed official stated...

these bombings continue to be a top priority.

- We huntin' a goddamn mass-murderer with a bunch- - They speak English.

- They look trained to you? - They ain't in shape, they ain't squared away.

They monkeys.

And we're supposed to work with them?

Gonna have to train them again.

We're gonna have to train 'em again.

- That's what I said, Sergeant. - Good, then you do it.

- Me? - Yeah.

The column's moving on.

We're staying behind to search for the bomber.

Our Iraqi counterparts have to take part, so retrain them, okay?

Enough so they don't get us killed, okay?

Don't worry, they'll help you.

Why me, Sergeant?

You volunteered.

[Smoke] Way to go, Dim-wit.

- Get it up! Get it up! - Come on. Come on. Let's go.

[Man Singing]

[Soldier] Keep goin'!

- Oh. - Get up.

[Speaks Arabic]

No, no, no, no!

- Watch what you're doin'. - Hey, hey, hey!

[Speaking Arabic]

- [Continues] - [Speaking Arabic]

[Grunting]

[Speaks Arabic] Watch your weapon.

[Yells, Indistinct]

- Huh! - [All] Huh!

- [Speaking Arabic] - Fire!

- That's it. That's it. - Come on.

[Grunting]

- Wah! - [All] Wah!

Behind the door, move to the dominant corner, next person will follow.

- [Speaking Arabic] - You first.

- In! - [Arabic]

No!

- Yah! - [All] Yah!

[Continues]

- [Smoke] Damn, Bashir. - Thank you.

- [Tariq] Bashir! - About time.

- [Speaks Arabic] Bashir. - [Dim] Way to do it!

- Sir! - [All] Sir!

- Up! - Come on! Move, move, move, move!

Come on. Come on.

- [Yelling In Arabic] - Come on! Come on!

- [Yelling In Arabic] - [Yelling, Indistinct]

[Ends]

Hut!

[All] Hah-Wah-Ya-Sir!

[All Soldiers] Don't call me "sir," goddamn it!

The Iraqi regulars are ready to take over all our duties, sir!

Including replicating our mistakes, sir!

Outstanding.

[Yelling In Arabic]

[Yelling In Arabic]

[Speaking Arabic]

He says please don't shoot 'em. They have nothing of value.

- Tell him we're not here to take anything. - [Speaks Arabic]

- [Speaking Arabic] - He wants to know what we're looking for.

Tell him we're looking for a bomber, a man who's killed a lot of people.

[Scream] He's bombed the police. He's bombed doctors.

He's bombed school busses full of children.

[Speaking Arabic]

Tell him we hear he likes to hide in these small villages between bombings...

where he can terrorize the locals into protecting him.

Now ask him, "Is the bomber hiding here?"

[Speaking Arabic]

- [Yells In Arabic] - [Speaks Arabic]

Tariq! Outside now!

Come on!

- Tariq? What are you doing, Tariq? - Nothing, he's a wiseass!

- He's working with us! - He told the old man we're looking for...

weapons of mass destruction, and we have intelligence they might be in his underwear drawer.

These people- they're stupid and they're insolent. They can't be trusted.

This guy could be the bomber himself for all we know.

- Back off, Tariq. - But, Sergeant-

Back off!

I think he might've been making a joke.

I know that, Sergeant. It just pisses me off is all.

He might've been making a joke...

to get the family to relax, maybe get 'em to talk to us.

- Ask him if that's what he was doing. - That's correct, Sergeant.

- I thought if we created a common bond- - Who asked you to think?

- They said you spoke English. - I do.

Where'd you learn?

- London. - You grew up in London?

- Why'd you come here? - I believe in my country.

- That's bullshit. - 'Cause I want to be part of its future, if it has one.

So?

You think he's okay, Tariq?

I guess. I don't know.

Watch what you say, all right? Tell your friends when you get a chance, okay?

You wanna make any goddamn pinko jokes, don't make 'em around Tariq.

Make 'em around Dim.

What?

What?

[Speaking Spanish]

- [Speaking Spanish] - [Speaking Spanish]

- I'll go then. - No.

Well, I can stay or I can go...

but those are the only two choices, Sergio.

And I'm free.

I mean, I'm married, I don't forget that, but I'm free to choose.

Right or wrong, I'm free to choose.

- You are too. - I'm not, Anna.

I'm not free.

I can't not come to you.

It's like I'm a train on rails. I can only go the one way...

no matter what the danger is.

El ni�o's staying with his grandmother Saturday night to give me a break...

so I can finally have a girls night out.

Spooky can stay with his aunt.

She's been offering to take him for weeks.

I'm finally gonna take her up on it so I can cheat on her sister.

My place then.

- I'll cook. It's better. - Than being seen?

You're thinking about the wrong things, Sergio.

Think about this.

What? Think about what?

Think about, what I'm thinking about.

Now hold that thought.

So what are you doing this weekend, sweetheart?

- Anything good? - No, Spooky's having the big affair.

I mean, you know, an overnight, and me...

I'm just lying around.

Well, tell me what you're doing, honey. Please.

I don't have anything else to think about.

Maybe I'll go to the movies with Beno. Maybe.

It's boys night out.

I thought you weren't talking to Beno anymore, sweetheart.

I thought he was spreading rumors about you at work.

Yeah, well, we kind- We kind of sorted it out.

I mean, I'm still- I'm still kind of angry though.

Maybe I'll go by myself.

Oh, I gotta go, sweetheart. Spooky's crying.

Okay, all right. Bye.

Thanks. It was great talking to you, and I love you.

Yeah, I love- I love you too.

Sergeant, I've brought a resupply.

A resupply, sir?

Well, the fact is this bomber is quite a priority at Battalion.

That this operation is being carried out...

in coordination with our Iraqi counterparts makes it even more important.

So you thought you could come and see to it yourself, sir.

That's right. There's a lot of radio chatter in this A.O.

If we have a breakthrough of any kind, I wanna be there.

To see that everything goes okay.

- That's right. - And that you get the credit you deserve.

Right?

I'm gonna need this tent.

Yes, sir.

[Grunts]

[Yells In Arabic]

[Knocking]

[Yells]

Aw, whoever was cookin' took off when they seen us.

Shit.

[Dim] I understand these Meals Ready to Eat are 10% digestible plastic.

[Angel] Here we go again.

Seriously, I think it's only appropriate that we're sitting...

on eight percent of the world's oil reserves, eating petroleum products.

- [Speaking Arabic] - I gotta go.

I don't trust 'em guarding me, okay?

Tell 'em they're eating in 10 minutes, okay?

Yeah.

What kind ofbug he got up his ass, man?

Must got a goddamn camel spider up his ass. [Laughs]

Goddamn camel spiders are bigger than Compton rats.

- [Dim] Camel spiders don't exist. - Why? 'Cause you ain't seen one?

- Yes, as a matter of fact. - Well, you ain't never seen a Compton rat neither.

Oh, yes, I have. Right here in Iraq.

- [Mocking Chuckle] - [Chuckles]

Did I hear a rumor about you re-upping, Sergeant?

I don't recall starting a conversation about my personal life.

Well, you didn't. I did.

[Laughs]

Only 'cause, it has something to do with us, that's all.

- Oh, yeah? - Just wonderin' did you do it 'cause you love us so much?

Or 'cause we love you?

[Laughter]

- I'm Vanessa. - [All] Hi, Vanessa.

I'm an alcoholic.

I've been sober 21 days, and I'm a mess.

[Applause]

I'm breaking my ass really. I've made a lot of changes.

I cleaned out the freezer.

I'm staying away from bars.

Staying away from drunken men and...

staying out all night...

and mindless sex...

and everything else in my life that ever once made me feel better.

What the hell good is it?

That's what I want to know.

My husband...

still thinks that I'm a slut...

'cause I told him I'm a slut.

However much he hates me, I'll tell you what...

I hate me more.

[Sobs Lightly]

I don't know if I'm gonna make it.

I swear to God.

[Sobbing] I don't know if I'm gonna make it.

[Sniffs]

That's it. Thanks.

- What's up, Tariq? - Nothing. I'm just writing a letter.

- What's bugging you? - You mean...

why does it rub me wrong to be working with amateurs?

- Something like that. - Why do I hate...

incompetence and stupidity in circumstances where it could easily get me killed?

I'm sorry I asked, okay?

- I like being alive. - I got it.

- I prefer breathing. - Okay.

These people, they're as two-faced as they come.

They want what you have, but they hate what you are.

- "These people?" - Did that sound like prejudice to you, Dim?

Am I not being politically correct?

I'm Iraqi. Did you know that?

My parents left this primitive shithole 30 years ago.

Geez, I thought you were Persian or something.

No, Persians speak Farsi. I speak Arabic.

- I guess I didn't even know that. - Yeah, why would you?

- We're only fighting a war here. - Sorry.

Look, they ran away from stupidity and violence...

and they settled in Detroit.

You know how stupid and violent you have to be...

to make Detroit look like a step in the right direction?

[Chuckles]

After 9/11, my, um-

my dad, he got beat up pretty bad.

And my mom, she-

she tried to come to my father's defense, and she-

she wound up in the hospital too.

I was just embarrassed to be their child.

I'm embarrassed to be Iraqi.

- They're just savages, man. - They're not all savages.

No, you- you don't know what they are.

That kid Bashir is just like you.

- In what way? - His parents left. He came back.

I came back to kill people.

[Mrs. B.] Female.

[Mrs. B.] Female.

Hey, Mrs. B.

- Can you give us a minute? - Yeah, sure.

- Hey, you're not supposed to be here. - I know. I just-

This will only take a minute.

I'm sorry if I used you or-

You don't have to apologize.

[Sighs]

[Laughs]

Oh, yeah. I cut my hair.

- Why? - I don't know.

Making some changes, I guess.

I figured what I been doing hasn't worked out so well.

Might as well try something else.

Which brings me here.

I came here to tell you...

it really meant a lot to me to make love to you the one time, but...

I can't do it again.

I gotta get ahold of myself here.

Doublewide drove all this way with me just so I could say that to you.

- Did she? - [Laughs]

She has a special interest in keeping married men on the straight and narrow.

- You're a good man. - No, I'm not.

- I gotta go. - Why?

Because I don't want to.

That's why, Dim.

- [Gunshots] - [Grunts]

Cease fire! Cease fire, goddamn it!

- What the hell's going on? - [Angel] I don't know, Sergeant!

Someone started shooting!

- Somebody said they saw somebody run! - Is anybody running now?

Whoa!

They're not running now 'cause they got away already.

- Did you start the shooting, sir? - Yes, I did.

- I saw somebody running. - Did you hit him?

- No, I didn't. - Thank God.

- What's that, Sergeant? - There's our men out there on watch, sir.

I know that.

Well, then don't be shooting at shadows when there's our men out there on watch!

- You want to kill one of your own guys? - How dare you.

[Panting]

Sound off, goddamn it! Death Street first!

[Speaking Arabic]

No, no, no, no! Don't shoot!

Let's go!

- [Groans] - [Both Speaking Arabic]

- What's he sayin'? - He says he doesn't know anything about the bomber...

nor does he have anything to do with him.

- He ran because he was scared. - Ask him how he knows the bomber's a him?

[Speaking Arabic]

- He knows something. - All right, get him up.

Put him into flex ties.

- We're gonna take him to the lieutenant. - [Groans]

He's going to see Lieutenant Underpants?

Worse than going to Abu Ghraib.

- I asked you a question, you clod. - [Speaking Arabic]

- You don't have any respect for anything, do you? - [Translating]

Not even the power of the United States Army!

We build bombs 10,000 times as powerful as your idiot bomber.

We could wipe out your little village here in the blink of an eye!

- Can I talk to him, sir? - You?

- Yes, sir. - Why would I let you talk to him?

Private Nassiri can monitor anything I might say, sir.

Private Nassiri? Why would I let him talk to a prisoner?

- He's a fine soldier, sir. - How would you know?

- What do you want to ask him? - You can address your questions to me, Sergeant!

- You don't know the answers, Lieutenant. - I don't care to know!

Well, that's the problem right there now, isn't it, sir?

- What do you wanna ask him? - About his parents, sir. About his home.

He lives in this village.

Permission to suggest you ask the detainee...

this perfectly reasonable question, sir.

Where do you live, you little creep?

Which one of these shitholes do you call home?

[Country]

[Man Singing]

Hey, Lem. Where's Big Bo at? He ain't at home.

- Junior? - Nobody calls me that no more.

But it's you? Bo? Son of Bo?

Yeah. Where's my dad at?

Shit, Bo. Let me buy you a beer.

Look, I gotta find my dad.

Well, we heard all about you goin' to Iraq.

- You don't say. - Your father didn't talk about nothing else.

- What'd you hear? - Well, that you were there.

- That you were fighting. - He didn't tell you what happened?

What do you mean, what happened? You were there, you're back, right?

Come on. Let me buy you a beer.

- You expectin' him? - Sh- I'm always expectin' him.

You wanna find your dad? You sit down.

Have a drink. Your dad'll find you.

Man, bein' in a firefight? Denny, I'm tellin' you, it's a rush.

Thanks. Thank you.

Shit, it's better than playin' ball.

You remember when a dude's coming at you full speed, right?

And-And-And he goes one way looks-looks for the ball...

and you just lower your head and you just- you just go at him and you whack him?

Shit, so hard you woozy yourself? You remember that shit?

- Yeah. - It's better then that.

Damn. Wow, man.

[Bo's Father] Gimme, gimme, gimme, Lem.

Line 'em up. I'm way behind schedule.

[Groaning]

Turn around.

Hey, Bo!

Hey, Pops.

How goes it?

You been stealing my checks.

- What checks you talking about? - My paychecks.

Your disability checks?

They're not disability checks.

Well, the army call it something different then, does it?

I'm not disabled.

Well, what are you then? I can't say crippled no more. So what can you say?

I've been cashing checks addressed to me at my house.

I been signing my name...

to my checks at my house.

Who the hell are you to come down here...

and publicly accuse me of signing your cripple checks?

[Growling]

[Both Grunting]

- You bastard piece of shit! - [Spits]

[Breathing Heavily]

[Woman] It's a man without a leg.

I just realized something.

I realized that I don't know what I'm doing...

and I haven't for a long time.

And yet I'm doing it anyway...

including telling you things that I am miserable about...

that only make you miserable too.

You have every right to be angry.

That's a fact.

If you never-

I blurt things out only 'cause...

I want you to forgive me.

That's all.

It's just-

It's just not up to me.

Eddy's in summer school.

He's not behind. He's just-

He's taking this writing class that he really wanted to take at junior high.

He's growing up.

[Whimpers]

I am here when you need me.

Bye.

[Beeps]

Damn!

Shit.

Where's my translator?

- Where'd he steal that? - [Speaking Arabic]

- [Speaking Arabic] - He says he's never stolen anything in his life.

Bullshit. Where'd he get it?

He says he served in Uday's palace. When Saddam's great-aunt fell ill, he attended her.

And when she died, she died in this bed.

Uday didn't want it anymore, so he gave it to this man. He's owned it for 12 years.

How about the bedpan? Did he get to keep the bedpan too?

You guys done?

- [Both] Yes, sir. - Let's get out ofhere.

Waste of goddamn time, as usual.

Later.

Don't go sneaking around in the dark, boy. You wanna die?

He was coming to see me.

Next time tell him to knock.

I've been trying to talk to you all day.

- Yeah, well, not in front of the lieutenant. - Why not?

'Cause he's dangerous.

All right, you have 10 seconds.

The family of the kid who ran, they were eating Nutella...

a Swiss chocolate spread, for breakfast.

- So? - So I used to eat it in England.

So what? There's plenty of English soldiers in this country.

So I've never seen it in Iraq.

It would be so wildly expensive...

they could either eat it or add another room to their house.

I had a feeling someone who's used to better was staying with them.

- That's not much to go on. - I'm telling you I had a strong feeling.

Yeah, and I'm telling you, that's still not much to go on.

What do you think, Angel?

Do we go to the sergeant with this?

- Yup. - [Dim] Absolutely.

Well, as long as we're voting- Smoke?

- [Sucks Teeth, Groans] - Should we go to the Sergeant?

I wanna sleep through the goddamn night one goddamn time!

What are my chances of that, huh? Sh-

What do you think, Tariq?

Well, he's the local.

What do we have him for if we don't listen to him now?

- Do you want him along? - Yeah.

All right. Let's go.

- [Tariq] I don't know, Sergeant. It's weird. - What's weird?

This house looks bigger out here than it felt inside the other day, don't you think?

You mean like an extra room or something?

Yeah, I don't know. Maybe.

Tariq thinks there might be an extra room, behind a wall or something.

- Like Anne Frank. - Anne Frank?

Yeah, like a little crawl space...

a person could live in.

What do you think?

That's the biggest house in the village.

If I were a well-financed bomber, this is the one I'd take.

And the kid we caught lived here.

When I say hit it, Smoke kicks the door in.

- Make it loud, Smoke. - Roger that, Sergeant.

Take up your positions again, but quietly. We want to take him by surprise.

Goddamn it, Sergeant! What the hell is this?

I told you I wanted to be a part of any breakthrough!

[Glass Shattering]

- Grenade! - Move! Move!

Get down!

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

Tariq, you on it? Move!

Bashir and Tariq! You okay?

- Good, Sergeant! - Go after him!

- You guys okay? - Good!

All right, Smoke, you bust in there anyway! Dim and Angel, you go with him...

round up whoever's inside, flex-tied and on the floor!

Sorry, sir.

- You want to light him up? - You do it. Fire!

Goddamn it, Bashir. You're doing a great job.

You too, Tariq. You're a credit to the goddamn Army!

- What the hell was that, Sergeant? - Congratulations, Lieutenant!

This is gonna look very good on your record, sir.

[Man Singing]

[Continues]

[Ends]

- [Doorbell Rings] - [Both Gasp]

- Who can that be? - I don't know.

Um, maybe it's Sue from Spousal Support.

She makes cookies, and she brings 'em to the homes...

of the wives who miss meetings.

- Just to snoop. - That's great.

- Um- - Yeah. Let me-

- [Giggles] - Passing.

Whoever it is, I'm gonna shoo them away.

All right. [Blows]

Mrs. Anna Reyes?

Wife of Sergeant First Class Enrique Reyes?

May we come in, ma'am?

I'm afraid I have some bad news for you, ma'am.

The Secretary of the Army has asked me to express his deep regret...

that your husband was killed in action this morning.

I also would like to express my personal condolences to you, ma'am.

[Slow Rock]

[No Audible Dialogue]

The day is comin'

The drums are drummin'

If you know one say a prayer

There's mothers cryin'

And fathers sighin' Uh-huh

War is in the air

The trains are fillin'up with boys

Who've left behind their favorite toys

They're goin'over there

- Over there - [No Audible Dialogue]

Where someone has to die

Over there

Over there

Where ours is not to reason why

Over there

Over there

Where someone has to die

[Continues]

[Ends]