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Previously on Over There.

I'm here getting shot at, and you call to tell me you've been with another man.

If you could give me another chance. Will you?

- Sergio, I miss you so much. - I spend more time with you than I should.

I feel like we're growing apart.

- And I'm afraid of what I might do. - Well, you're a good man.

I feel like the real distance between us is just growing every day.

I can stay, or I can go, but those are the only two choices.

I mean, I'm married, but I'm free to choose.

[Sergio's Voice] I'm not free. I can't not come to you.

I'm not afraid of dying, but I'm afraid of losing you.

[Doorbell Rings]

Mrs. Anna Reyes?

Wife of Sergeant First Class Enrique Reyes?

- What you say to me? - Yankee nigger.

You'll find that I'm fearless in battle...

but I know what happened to my predecessor...

and I'm damn well not gonna let it happen to me.

I want Private Williams out of my platoon, and I'll do anything I can to be rid of him.

- Can I give you a piece of advice, sir? - No.

There's a guy who runs here. He has a false limb.

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

- [Shouts] How much did he steal? - 3,200.

Bo, please. Where are you goin'?

[Bo's Voice] Get my money back.

Who the hell are you to come down here and accuse me of signin' your cripple checks?

[Shouting]

Oh, Bo.

Darlin', I worried about you every minute.

Looks like that was a hell of a fight.

I'm tired.

Let's get you to bed.

I want to see my son.

Okay. Okay. Come on.

Hey. Daddy's home.

- [Babbles] - Hey. It's okay.

- [Sobs, Babbles] - I don't know if I can do this.

What? What can't you do?

Be a father.

Bo-

[Sobs]

How do you give what you never got?

How do you teach what you never been taught?

- I know I can hurt people. I've been doin' it all my life. - Bo.

I don't- How do I do the other?

Shh. You're doin' it now.

Sweetheart, I haven't heard from you in a week and a half...

and I'm scared.

I know I hurt you...

with what I did...

and then with what I said to you about it.

I hurt you twice.

I know that now.

And I don't want to hurt you anymore.

So I just-

I just want you to know that I love you.

And Eddy loves you.

I'm taking him to Raging Waters...

or whatever it is.

I can't remember the last time I did a... regular mommy thing like that.

I love you.

[Sobs] I guess I said that.

Bye.

[Beeps]

[Faint Chattering]

[Panting]

[Underpants] Like shooting fish in a barrel.

- Thought you didn't want us firing. - Not yet, I didn't.

Run, rabbit, run.

Keep up with me! Both teams!

- [Groans] - [Scream] Smoke...

Angel, get this loser into flex ties!

[Shouts In Arabic]

- [Groans] - Good work, men!

Let's go! Let's go! Stay after them!

I'll come back and cut a keepsake off this "muj" later.

- Lieutenant, you have a hot mike. - [Shouts] So what?

I don't like the look of this.

- What's wrong with the look of this? - Too goddamn easy.

- You'd rather it was hard? - I'd rather I knew where these two were taking us.

They're running for their lives!

They're running us to something, sir, and I can feel it!

You can feel it? What the hell does that mean?

[Speaking Arabic]

[Shouting In Arabic]

- [Groans] - Hit the deck!

[Groans]

- Count off! Death Street! - I'm good!

- I'm good! - I'm good!

- I'm good, Sergeant! - I'm hurt!

Let's figure out a way to flank these sons of bitches.

Lieutenant, you want us to go on without you?

I sprained my shoulder or something.

He says he sprained his shoulder or something.

Thought about euthanasia?

- I thought about mercy killin'. - That's what "euthanasia" means, Sergeant.

Damn you. Correct me one more goddamn time, I'll euthanize you.

- Sure you don't want to sit, Sergeant? - No, sir.

[Helicopter Whirring In Distance]

- You must be angry. - Yes, sir.

- Proceed. - Request that Lieutenant Underpants be reassigned, sir.

He's lost the confidence of the men. He's no longer able to lead.

Without reference to the merits of your request, Sergeant...

- can I ask you one question? - Yes, sir.

"Lieutenant Underpants"?

Um, sorry, sir. I meant Lieutenant Hunter, sir.

How did he come to be called Lieutenant Underpants?

Uh, I'm not sure, sir.

Then tell me the rumor, Sergeant.

Rumor has it he wears red Calvin Kleins, sir.

Has them shipped from the States, sir.

He's very proud of them, sir.

Oh. That's a...

hell of a picture to have in your mind going into battle, isn't it, Sergeant?

Yes, sir. It is.

I can't just reassign a platoon commander...

because one of his squad leaders has a problem with him.

With all due respect, sir, why not? He's dangerous in the field.

He's a lieutenant in the United States Army. He didn't get there by accident.

Yes, sir.

You may not like him, but you'll have to put up with him.

- Yes, sir. - Use your judgment, Sergeant.

Does the captain mean only obey the orders that make sense, sir?

I can't say that, Sergeant.

Understood, sir.

- For what it's worth, I don't like him either. - Thank you, sir.

Can I ask you one more question?

Yes, sir.

What do they call me?

- Come again, sir? - What do they call me?

- I believe they call you the Duke, sir. - Why?

Well, 'cause your name is Baron, sir.

I think they think you deserve a grander title, sir.

Duke's better than a baron?

As far as I know, sir. Yeah.

You're dismissed.

[Blows]

- Scream tried to get rid of him. - [Dim] Underpants?

- Yeah. - How?

Asked the captain to move him.

- Move him to some other unit? - Yeah.

- Without warning them? - [Chuckles]

Get them killed instead of us?

Yeah.

[Sighs]

Now we're using the same technique the Catholic Church uses in dealing with pedophiles.

Send them to a new parish with some new little boys.

- No. - What do you mean, "no"?

I mean the captain said no. The lieutenant stays.

He don't know his ass from a hole in the ground, that lieutenant.

If that's all it took to get rid of a guy, there wouldn't be many officers.

He went to college too, didn't he?

- I don't ever want to be a leader. - [Tariq] Why not?

Someone might follow me.

How are you supposed to know what's right to do?

When the time comes, you know.

Oh, yeah? Does God tell you that?

Does God tell you who to kill?

He just tells me I gotta live.

[Dim] I hate religion.

- [Scoffs] - I do.

I think we have to get past religion.

I think the future of the culture depends on it.

Which culture?

- You forget I seen you pray. - In battle?

- Yep. - That's not prayin'. That's beggin'.

So how do you know what's right?

I don't.

I just know what I want.

Just like everybody else.

I want to go home to Detroit.

Man, I never thought I'd say that about Detroit in my entire life.

Dig it, bro. I hate Compton...

and I can't wait to get back.

I want to buy me a house somewhere.

Is that what you're writing about?

I'm writin' a song.

- About a house? - Yeah.

Sing it.

Come on.

Bad things happen when I sing.

You're talkin' about Bo.

Yeah.

Death before dismemberment.

Say again.

I'd rather take a bullet to the chest than get my legs blown off.

Angel, sing the damn song, will you?

Just to keep them quiet. Please.

- I like the way he talks. - Look. Just sing the song. Geez!

All right. All right. All right.

[Singing]

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[Ends]

- How old are you, Angel? - I'm 21.

- I'm 21 today. - Really?

[Chuckles] Well, how come we don't got no cake?

Who's been spreading these rumors?

Who's been spreading these vicious rumors about me?

Private Williams, should I assume you're the guilty party?

- Me, sir? - Yes. You, goddamn it.

You're the Private Williams I'm shouting at.

I didn't get the question, sir.

Have you been telling people that I have a derisive nickname?

Have you been hinting that I should be relieved of my command?

I have.

So, if you want to scream at anyone, I'm your man.

Only I scream back...

sir.

[Knocks]

I brought these.

- [Water Running] - I'm having people over after the funeral on Saturday...

but I don't think that you should come.

I ran out of vases.

I never needed so many vases before.

I'm glad we didn't do anything, Sergio.

I'm glad you stopped us. I don't think I could have lived with the guilt.

I'm glad too.

Look. We didn't do anything to be guilty about.

I'm leaving, Sergio. I'm gonna live with my mother.

- She already has Antonio. - When?

As soon as I can pack out of here.

There's almost-

There's very little here that was ever important to us.

Me and-

Thank you for coming.

Thank you for the lovely flowers.

[Clears Throat]

Bye.

Bye.

[Panting]

[Beeps]

Sweetheart, I'm, uh-

I'm calling to tell you that I'm back.

Not that I ever went anywhere, but...

I'm back, okay?

I got distracted. I admit it.

But I didn't make any mistakes.

As God is my witness, I didn't do anything wrong.

But I know that I, uh-

In my heart I know that I left you alone out there in the desert.

I did.

And I'll never do it again. I swear.

I'm your husband, and you're my wife.

And I'll never be anywhere but by your side again.

Even when we, uh-

when we have to be apart like this.

Hector's at your mom's.

He sleeps with your picture in his crib every night.

If I, um-

If I ever tried to take it away from him, he'd- he- uh, he would never stop crying.

I'll call again tomorrow. I'll call until I get you.

How about that?

Bye.

I'm-

I'm back.

I love you.

[Beeps]

Mrs. B., have you got a minute?

Are you kiddin'? When nobody's shootin' at me, I got nothin' but time.

Can I come in?

Yeah. Until, you know, the others come back.

- We're not supposed to be- - I know.

I'm just goin' a little crazy here.

I need someone to talk to who's not-

who's not gonna laugh at me.

Shoot.

Um...

my wife is-

She's gone sober...

and she's changed her life, and- and she's doing well.

And... I'm furious.

I swear. I couldn't be more angry.

And it's not right. Maybe-

Maybe I should be more...

forgiving or more patient or more saintly or something...

butJesus, I'm so mad, I could-

I'm just mad all the time.

What do I do?

About your wife?

Yeah.

What do you want to do?

I don't know.

Then don't do anything.

Just be a good stepfather, okay?

Why do you say that?

Because mine wasn't.

Did you hear about this convoy?

What convoy?

Some big civilian convoy was supposed to be tonight.

Now it's supposed to be the morning. Jet fuel pickup or somethin'.

- And you're drivin' in it? - Yeah. You too. You're security.

- Great. - Yeah.

- It's early too? - First thing.

He bothering you?

He's bothering him.

[Chattering]

We've been waiting for two and a half hours, goddamn it!

Could have slept till 0600!

Instead of three-goddamn-thirty!

Every goddamn thing that could've gone wrong has gone wrong with this.

We waited three hours to form up.

We wait two more hours till the airport pickup.

Everyone in the goddamn country knows we're comin' now.

I don't even want to know what's in the panel truck he's all revved up about.

Now we're driving the most dangerous stretch of road in the world.

Worse than the B.Q. E.

- What's that? - Brooklyn-Queens Expressway.

400 traffic fatalities a year on a stretch of road that's four miles long.

Why do you encourage him, Angel?

He's much better telling us something we don't know than when he's just complainin'.

- Don't you agree? - No.

You giving Dim advice last night?

None worth takin'.

How come you never give me any advice?

'Cause you never ask.

It's all right. I wouldn't ask me for advice neither.

Is that why you think I don't?

Yeah. I guess so.

- I'm just too proud. - To talk to me?

To ask for help.

I'd help you, Doublewide, but I don't know shit.

I guarantee you.

Tell me what you think I should do anyway. Okay?

About Sergio?

Yeah. You listen to every word of our conversations.

I know you do.

You love him a lot, don't you?

With everything I got.

There's your answer.

Love him with everything you got.

- That's it? - That's it.

You're a fountain of wisdom.

Thank you.

Now that we're exchanging intimacies, why do they call you Doublewide?

If you were fat, it'd be obvious, but you're not fat.

- Sure you want to know? - Oh, yeah. Everybody wants to know.

Are you asking on behalf of everybody?

Me? I'm asking on behalf of me.

Has to do with something that happened in high school.

Well, now I gotta hear it, Doublewide. Jesus!

Not sure I want to publish it to the entire battalion.

I can keep a secret. I'm a criminal.

Somethin' up ahead.

[Doublewide] I see him.

It's a kid.

- Jesus. God. - Our standing orders...

are to run down anyone trying to stop a convoy.

- So keep it moving. Over. - I'm not doing it, sir. Over.

[Underpants] I said run him down. Over.

They've used children to ambush convoys many times. Over.

I'm not running down a kid. Over!

I'm ordering you to do so! Out!

I'm with you, whatever you do.

[Sighs]

[Singing]

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[Continues]

[Ends]

Hey.

Hey, brother.

- You in the army? - Was. Why?

How'd you learn to run like that?

How do you get to Carnegie Hall?

Uh, I don't know this one.

Practice, practice, practice.

- Okay. - You Bo Rider?

- Yeah. - Will Hitchings.

- How you doin'? - Better than you.

You gotta stay out of the bar fights, man.

- Been talkin' to my wife, huh? - Let's get a couple things straight right away. Okay, Bo?

Your wife is the best thing that ever happened to you.

I only talked to her on the phone for five minutes, and I can tell you that. Okay?

- Okay. - Second, you gotta decide what you want.

That's all you gotta do.

You decide what you want, I'll try to help you get it.

- Okay? - I wanna stay in the army.

Try to help you do that.

Why?

'Cause somebody helped me when I first got hurt.

I wanted to kill myself.

And, man, I tried a lot harder than you're trying.

I work for the Challenged Athlete Foundation now.

That's how your wife found me. So it's- it's my job too.

But I'd do it even if it wasn't.

- So, you wanna run? - Now?

- Yeah. - L- I got my medal ceremony at 1800.

- We'll be done long before that, soldier. - Okay.

Okay. First question.

Are you running from something, or are you running to something?

- I don't know. - You're running to something.

- Always. To the tape. Got it? - Yeah.

You're running from something, you'll be looking over your shoulder the whole time.

You're gonna get beat. All right? Let's go.

Keep the hell up, goddamn it. What do you think this is?

The air force?

Stupidity offends me.

- Me too, brother. - How come you're not angry then?

- You mean at him? - Yeah.

I got enough to do workin' on my own sins.

You're not angry at yourself either, though, are you?

I'm too pitiful to be mad at.

I'll never understand you as long as I live, Angel.

Who do you understand?

What do you mean?

Is there one person in the world you do understand? Inside and out?

- No. - Sorry to hear that.

Yeah. Me too.

- [Rocket Approaching] - Incoming!

[Explosion]

- Holy shit! - You want us to keep moving, Lieutenant?

No. Stop. Pull over.

Pull over? This is a goddamn ambush!

[Underpants] Pull over, goddamn it!

Let the trucks that aren't disabled go by, but we're pulling over. Out.

Pull over, Doublewide! Then get the hell out of the truck and take cover!

Then we'll regroup and try to figure out what the hell we're supposed to be trying to do!

- [Man] What happened? - [Man #2] I'm down!

[Man #3] I need a medic!

[Man Groaning]

Watch out.

Goddamn it, Sergeant! Where the hell is everybody?

[Machine Gun Fire]

[Men Shouting]

- [Machine Gun Fire] - [Bullet Dings Metal]

[Shouting Continues]

[Man] Jesus. I heard that.

- [Machine Gun Fire Continues] - [Underpants Shouting]

[Both Grunting]

[Tariq] Get your weapon, Dim! It's right there!

The sergeant's behind me in a ditch by the side of the road!

Let's move back to where he's at so we're not shooting each other at least.

[Shouts]

In addition to the Purple Heart...

I have one other award here for Private Rider.

I'm not sure he knew he was gettin' this one.

I believe his wife wanted to keep it a surprise.

At the request ofhis squad leader, Staff Sergeant Chris Silas...

and his commanding officer, Captain Jonathan Baron...

and in recognition...

ofhis personal heroism in the face of enemy fire...

in an effort to rescue a fellow soldier who had been rendered unconscious...

on behalf of the armed forces of the United States of America...

I hereby award to Private First Class Bo Rider...

the Bronze Star.

He is hereafter authorized to wear the combat "V"for valor.

[Shutter Clicks]

Sergeant Scream tells me that you can still be his best soldier.

- Yes, sir. - That mean something to you?

Yes, sir.

You want me to stand here and fuss another minute, son? I got time.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Where's the blood, goddamn it? Where's the goddamn blood?

- You said it knocked him off his feet? - Yeah.

- Then he took it in the vest. - [Dim] Goddamn it.

Bullet goes through you, it'll never knock you down.

[Scream] The luckiest son of a bitch I know.

You break any ribs?

- No. - Good. 'Cause we're still in a fight.

Anybody know where they're attacking from?

- The other side of the road. - There's an R.P.D. On this side of the road too.

They seem to be coming from over there mostly.

Think they let most of the column go through before they opened up.

- Anybody see the women? - [Doublewide] Right here, Sergeant.

- A rocket hit our truck. - That's old news.

Well, we're walkin'

- Welcome to the infantry, sister. - Yeah?

- Thanks. - [Rocket Approaches, Explodes]

Shit!

[Underpants] We have to make our way to the back of the column.

- Why? - 'Cause that's where we're gonna make our stand.

Our stand? What are you? General Custer?

That's where we're going, Sergeant. Now get your people together.

Can we pretend we never heard him?

No.

- [Machine Gun Fire Continues] - What do you think we should do?

- Comfort the dying. - Who's dying?

Some of the civilian drivers. I could hear them on my radio.

One of'em told me the names of his children.

- Can the lieutenant hear them? - Yeah.

Let's go.

- Come on. - [Groans]

Let's go.

[Man] I'm gettin'shot at!

Goddamn it! My truck's been hit!

My whole goddamn truck's on fire! Jesus!

I've got dyin'people here!

I need help out here!

Somebody, help me!

Oh, God! Jesus!

[Screaming]

I've got dyin'people here!

[Men Shouting In Arabic]

[Shouting In Arabic]

[Groans]

What are we doing here? We're heading into the shit instead of out of it!

We're doing our jobs!

[Arabic]

[Groans]

You! Come with us!

Take the rest of your men and attack around the front of the truck!

- We'll attack around the back. - What about the women?

They'll stay here and lay down cover fire!

We're taking this panel truck back!

Dim, go!

Cover the left and right flank. Understand?

But not up our asses. Understand?

- Check, Sergeant! - I got ya.

All right. Let's go. Let's go.

[Doublewide] Let's do it!

Keep moving, soldier!

[Groans]

Goddamn.

You ever seen that before?

Untrained guys stand and deliver like that?

Boys in here are dead.

We passed up a lot of guys who were still alive, Sergeant.

I hope there's a reason for that. Don't you?

You're goddamn right I do.

What the hell is this?

340 million dollars'worth of new Iraqi dinars.

- Printed in England, paid for in America. - Money?

Money truck, son. Comes in every week.

You ever heard of the bottom line?

You gave up four of your own guys for the money truck?

Not to mention the dead civilians.

- Better watch your tongue. - How much does it make their lives worth, Lieutenant?

- I'll article 15 your ass. - What? For doing the arithmetic of war?

How much is your life worth, Lieutenant?

Sergeant, arrest this man.

[Scream] Yeah? For what?

Insubordination, dereliction of duty. I'll think of some others.

- Jesus! - Take cover!

[Machine Gun Fire]

[Gunshots]

Let's go! Let's go!

[Groans]

[Underpants] R.P.G., goddamn it!

[Groans]

It's Underpants. He got shot in the back.

These kinds of things happen in war.

So-called friendly fire.

A misnomer if I've heard one.

There'll be an investigation, but I'm sure they'll find that there's no one to blame.

The man didn't die because you didn't like him.

Am I right?

Yes, sir.

He died 'cause he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Just like anybody else who dies in a war.

And I deeply regret his passing.

As do we all.

You're dismissed.

[Singing]

Where'd you get the case of beer, Smoke?

Why you wanna ask me that, man?

My mistake.

Y'all can thank me whenever y'all want to. Just don't ask me nothin'. All right?

- Don't ask, don't tell? - Yeah. Don't ask, don't tell is right.

And I didn't kill him, by the way.

That's not what I was talkin' about.

I didn't kill him either.

Yeah. Me neither.

Well, I sure as hell didn't kill him.

I didn't hit anybody at all today.

I don't think I did.

Been working out those last few moments, though, and- and it's been weighin' on me.

Tell it to your shrink.

I mean it, goddamn it.

Tell it to your shrink in a couple years.

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The lucky ones live to feel guilty.

- [Continues] - Good night.

[Ends]

He's gonna need a shrink.

Say a prayer for us, will you, Angel?

You do it.

- Me? - Yeah.

- I don't believe in anything. - No, I know.

Except for your country and your stepson.

And us.

I believe in us.

Say what's in your heart, man.

That's what prayer is.

Well-

We solve our problems with violence.

That's who we are.

That's who we've always been.

Notjust in this war, but in all wars.

And when we're done, we ask each other for... forgiveness...

understanding...

and peace.

Let's hope- Let's pray, I guess-

Let's pray that our...

capacity for forgiveness doesn't run out...

before our capacity for tearing each other apart.

Okay?

Amen.

- Was that all right? - Oh, yeah.

Made me want to kill myself.

[Slow Rock]

The day is comin'

The drums are drummin'

If you know one say a prayer

There's mothers cryin'

And fathers sighin' Uh-huh

War is in the air

The trains are fillin'up with boys

Who've left behind their favorite toys

They're goin'over there

Over there

Where someone has to die

Over there

Over there

Where ours is not to reason why

Over there

Over there

Where someone has to die

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