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What the hell are you doing, kid?
What's happening to me?
What do you think?
I don't...
Maybe, maybe it's for the best.
The best.
What the hell are you talking about?
Just kid you're dying.
Doesn't mean you have to end up dead.
Tell me.
You ain't going to make it that easy.
What the hell are you doing?
I fucked up, man.
I don't know.
I made your time.
Where'd you stay at once?
We're shuffling it back.
Yeah.
Afternoon.
We're going to get an oil tank?
Jackson, phone call for you.
Law will turn that shit off.
Can I help you, insert?
Just need an oil change.
No problem.
We're giving it up for ya.
Lawler.
Can't, Mac.
You gotta head out early.
Play your show tonight.
Yeah, fine.
I can do it for ya.
Thank you.
Hello?
Hey, Bobby.
What's up?
Yeah?
Where would... When?
You're shitting me tonight?
No fucking way.
Are you serious?
Yeah, we're up here.
I'll be right over.
Alright, sounds good.
I'll see you soon.
Fuck you!
Whoo!
Yeah!
That's what I'm talking about.
It's all you knowin' about.
Scott Thompson's coming to our keep tonight.
Who?
Scott Thompson.
The GM and the Cowboys bar up in Nashville.
They pay like $5 grand a gig.
We're gonna be signing money in the night.
Oh yeah.
Just as long as y'all know it ain't like movies.
Don't go fuck yourself lawyer in the band, too.
Don't be late.
I gotta go, Mac.
Well, where the hell are you going, kid?
To the right.
Well, it's two hours to close it.
I know that, Mac, but Bobby's counting on me.
We gotta practice.
Well, fine, but I can't let you leave early every time
just if a hot shot from Nashville comes into that town to live Bobby's dream.
That's not fair, Mac.
Come on, it's my dream, too.
Is it?
Or is it the money?
Well, I can't help you both.
What's wrong with on a little stability, huh?
You want stability, kid?
Join the fucking army.
Sure answered everything, Mac.
Maybe I will.
God, thank you.
You can say I'm just like anybody.
I work a job until it is done.
But I ain't without baby.
Yeah, I always been with you.
I got to get a baby.
That's why I'm thinking baby.
You need to lock, sprint, and dial.
I'll go on with you a river and talk about forever as long as we're together.
I'm in.
But for this time, may I wish I might see the two things at the heart of night.
Boys, what an amazing fucking show.
Hell yeah.
I need to find Scott.
Relax, little brother.
Just give it five minutes.
Crowd, I'm just going to scare them off.
Yeah, you're probably scared of them, huh?
I'm going to go get us a fucking gig.
Never listen.
I'm good.
That one enough of a rush for you?
That one enough of a rush enough.
What, uh, what do you think our chances are?
I wouldn't get your hopes up, Harlow.
But if you have a factor, it's lucky sometimes.
Oh, we're fine.
Hey!
Way to go, Nick.
My turn on the self-crowd.
You were a top.
Oh, I'm dead.
Aww.
Go!
Good.
Got you.
Remember when you used to kiss me like that?
You boys sure know how to pull in a crowd,
which is drinking?
Uh, yeah, since I'm probably into a buying like usual.
Uh, seven Jamison's in the, uh...
Luke of Mary, I'm a single bell for the Mrs. Ha, ha, ha.
Amy, how you doing, girl?
Slam, usual?
Yes, ma'am.
You was a no-show.
I told you.
Ah, I'm a stress-it kid.
How could he say he's gonna come and just, like, not show?
No call, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, baby.
Can't keep waiting for me.
Hey, I'll get us our own gigs.
Stay wide, told.
I'll poke out the whole damn sum.
That's a great idea.
Hey, Waller, man, the hell we are.
Yeah, you guys should.
You're so good.
Oh!
Pump up the phrase, kids.
Dreams are nice and old.
But, uh, at the end of the night, everyone's gotta wake up to reality.
Your mom and I can't fund your dreams forever.
I don't need you, John.
I have a job.
I have one where you can make an honest living.
No offense.
Is that what you all think of me?
Just chasing a stupid dream?
No.
We're gonna get out.
Let's see you all later.
Okay.
Thank you.
Excuse me.
Honest living, huh?
Well, last I looked.
There's plenty of fucking cards that need fixing.
Asshole.
Tell him, Mac.
What?
That wasn't fair.
It's true.
We've been working doubles twice a week to fund his partner.
Yeah, and I won't want twice as much if he needed it.
Uh, you know what, everybody?
I'm feeling a little tired, so I'm gonna say good night, but yeah, I'm fine.
Life ain't ever the way you're playing the body.
And I'm trying to be an asshole, but I ain't gonna lie.
I had dreams once, too.
Yeah.
Just as a hell of a player, but, uh,
either way out of this town.
We'll see.
Hey.
I didn't want y'alls, right?
Who cares what he thinks.
You're so good, baby, and, like, people love their music.
People on this shit, yes, town.
Plus, it's not my dream, anyway.
Well, I support you no matter what.
Whether you want to be a rock star or a mechanic.
Or a perfect scream.
If I was a soldier,
talk to Mack.
I'm not making enough of the grudge.
He recommended it.
Give me some more money and give me some flexibility.
Being a soldier is the opposite, a comfortable jacket.
It's not like I'm in a jar or anything.
It's National Guards League two weekends a month after basic.
It's 40 grand plus benefits.
I ain't gonna get shot at her.
Exactly.
No.
Yeah!
No, Kristy, Kristy, I'm serious.
We can make this work. This is a good idea.
And I promise you I will not go to Iraq.
You don't know that.
I'm not gonna be one of those girls who sit at
home waiting for Amanda to return like that.
I'm not.
I know.
That's why I have another question for you.
At least you can burn.
Someone will marry me.
I can't believe it.
I can't do it too much.
Don't let me in.
Say it again.
Yes.
I can't believe it.
Is this Harlow?
Mr. Harlow?
John Miller, what happened to Jackson?
Jackson suffered an overdose.
He's in critical condition.
An overdose?
Because he's non-responsive.
I need parental permission to operate.
Yeah.
Do it.
Whatever you need.
How fucking dare you?
Excuse me.
Don't play dealt with me.
I know it was your idea.
Tried in the army.
Never even crusted mine before.
Look.
I didn't force this fucking signature, you know.
He came to me for advice.
I advised him.
He's not a child.
That's just the point.
He is a child.
He is my child.
Jackson's a goddamn man for Christ's sake.
He's getting married.
It was his choice.
The service country.
You ought to be proud of him.
How'd that choice work out for you?
Oh, maybe we should ask Mom.
Oh, wait.
We can't.
Cause she left.
Stuck me with your story out.
I'm fucked out of here.
Jackson!
Don't worry, baby.
Show, come on on.
Just focus on me the man I know you are.
I always know exactly what to say.
Focus on your train right now, kid.
Alright?
I'm gonna lose some shit up for me.
I'll do my best.
You sit up going out there waving at me.
Say to you who's ever her man.
She wants the deed.
Careful.
It's my wife you're talking about.
Your wife?
Yeah.
Hey, oh, yeah.
Hey, don't worry.
Don't worry.
I can't leave my girl anyway.
She's so loyal.
Always stays by my side.
Richard Douglas, friends call me Richie.
Jackson Harlow.
That's a good name.
On a scale of one to ten, how nervous are you?
From being honest?
Hey.
You're an eight.
I'm a motherfucking five.
Fuck you.
Make that a two.
Let go!
I'm gonna do it.
Let go!
Don't you dare fucking look at me.
Hold your phone right there, right?
Hey, lock and maggots, stop out, follow.
Hold it, I know that.
Okay!
Fuck the fuck are you looking at?
Hide forward.
Put the fuck out of the purple suitcase to book air.
Open that shit up.
Cause I gotta see what goes inside a fucking purple suitcase.
Open it!
Fuck Jack.
My recruiter said we could bring whatever we want.
I don't give a shit what your recruiter said.
Get the fuck down.
Throw a fuck and push him.
You're gonna let your figure sister be out of the barn.
Do you enjoy figuring your sister over a group?
No!
No, no for it!
No, I'm not banging my sister.
We don't give a shit.
Hold you.
Fuck.
You stupid him, Brad.
But you sure as fuck.
We'll refer to us as Sergeant.
Yes, Sergeant.
Where the fuck did you squirm up from?
Her, Sergeant.
Ah, no, her.
The only reason you stop in that shit town is if you're in jail.
Your car breaks dead.
Yes, Sergeant.
I work at a mechanic shop there, Sergeant.
Of course you do.
Now drop and give me 50.
Yes, Sergeant.
Welcome to business, lady.
It's all filled from here.
Thinking about hell?
We're going on a run.
But before we do that, I'm gonna introduce you to a little word named inspection.
Inspections are random.
Can happen at any time.
The process is simple.
We stand special.
You strip.
Start now.
It's burn soon.
Strip now.
Do it now.
Take it off.
You may not like running.
But you're gonna learn to.
Because in my army, we're as fit as we are, Lisa.
You look tired, Grandpa.
You want to sit down?
No, thank you, sir.
Sir.
No, thank you.
Sergeant.
Are you refusing a direct order?
No, Sergeant.
Breaking ranks.
Give me 50.
Push-ups for every fucking year of your life.
Yes, Sergeant.
He has you and your underwear.
Because this is your last bomb when it's a civilian.
Your bottle of transformation is a useful cog in the big green machine.
Oh, shit.
What's your name, recruit?
Sam Green, Sergeant.
Where the fuck are you unaware?
Don't know any Sergeant.
I prefer to free ball.
I can't see why.
But you know what?
So do I.
Now, since recruit Green prefers to free ball, you're all gonna free ball.
Tiny whiteies, all boys.
Now, take them all.
Is it a beer or whiskey kind of day?
Uh, neither, actually.
When and what do you want?
Is there some sort of bartender code where if I tell
you something you're not allowed to tell anybody else?
Something like that.
Unless you're fixing to kill someone, then I have to tell the sheriff.
Right.
Well, in that case, I... Hey!
How are you?
I'm fine.
I forget some more, please.
You don't look fine.
Yeah.
Let me know if you need a little something to help out.
I don't need any drugs.
Thank you.
Well, you'd be happy to hear the tour smiling coming together.
Should I have everything lined up by Tom Jackson's back?
I don't think Jackson's gonna go on tour, Bobby.
He has responsibilities now.
We're married.
That's fine.
His idea of responsibility is to go off and play solo-der, leave her here all alone.
Sounds like a perfect husband to me.
He's drunk.
Bulldog.
Well, how are we not, Chrissy?
Stay time on me.
Well, so it is.
So it is.
Fuck us up, darker.
Everything okay?
Sorry.
You're gonna have your fucking ass before and you go out after hours.
Which means I was gonna have mine too.
This has been a lot, man.
Coming out here and you tell yourself you couldn't do anything.
Then you get here.
You start to question it.
Yeah, I get that.
My guy is real tough with me too though.
He's strict.
Military.
Yeah, my pops took off when I was young.
Well, my mom was a hard ass.
I'm still ass.
My mom always known to make everything okay.
Shit.
Even when she got sick.
She's all right.
Now they had her on the machine.
They were some meds, had some surgeries, thousands to alleviate things.
Well, not careful what she had.
What was her name?
Viola.
That is a beautiful name.
Yes, it is.
Cool, let's get out of here.
All right, we're clear.
You're gonna get me so fucking killed.
Oh, oh, oh.
Let's go.
Get the fuck out of there now.
Let's go.
Boom, boom, boom.
I want two rows and I want them now.
Two rows.
Viola.
Who belongs to this?
I'm not gonna ask twice.
SARS.
I belong to it.
Sir.
For some reason, recruit Douglas got the not
so bright idea to smoke after the lights out.
Fortunately for his health, I found out.
And that will help him quit.
Unfortunately for his body, that means misery.
Misery for you all.
Get a show.
Yes, sir, Ed.
You.
Here.
Yes, sir.
Circle up.
Now, circle up.
Bad habits.
A best left bearing.
Start digging.
Six feet.
Are you deaf, son?
I said start digging.
You know what?
I think we're missing somebody.
Do you know what we're missing, Douglas?
No, Sergeant.
Well, in order for this to be a proper funeral, we need a name.
A name for your cigarette, Douglas.
Name it.
Viola, Sergeant, my old.
I'm not sure if you name your cigarette after a ship or a hook.
But either way, it's done.
And now we can have a proper barrier.
Come on, Douglas, dig faster.
Pretend it means something to you.
That better be sweating your eyes.
Because if you're crying for digging a hole, then you're not fit to soldier.
This is not a place for mama boy.
It's a place for men.
You ain't going to wash out on me, are you, Douglas?
No, Sergeant, Sergeant.
What is it, Harlow?
We should have got a shovel, Sergeant.
What for?
The help of the Sergeant.
For mission denied.
Sergeant, I was there with him.
I'd like to be telling him since we got here.
He's my brother.
You just might have mounted something, Sergeant Jay Harlow.
You got 60 seconds.
Yes, Sergeant.
Sergeant.
For mission to help?
Grand News.
On the battlefield, you will constantly be vulnerable to indirect five.
Artillery.
More.
Death from above.
Being able to quickly create, covered by intentions may save your life.
That's deep enough.
Put this in the middle.
I said, besenter.
Try again.
Close enough.
Get out.
Say a eulogy.
Sorry?
What part of your peace-size brain got microwave
to have you question every fucking thing I say?
Give a fucking eulogy, Douglas.
It was a good cigarette.
Show some respect.
Her name was Viola, remember?
Viola was good to me.
When she helped take the edge off her life's troubles.
She was always there for me when I needed her.
And I'll miss her.
Amen.
Very moving, Douglas.
Training element two-three.
I want you up and ready at 0600.
Miss Miss!
Douglas!
Not you, Douglas.
Do you really think I'm going to leave a six-foot hole on my property?
No, Sergeant.
Sergeant!
That's right.
Come with that fucker on.
And I wanted it smooth as a pancake.
The operation was a success.
However, he's still in critical condition.
He suffered an anoxic brain injury due to lack of oxygen.
Common with overdoses.
His last brain's skin came back negative.
Was that me?
Is it a coma?
Without there being any detectable brain function,
the chances of Jackson recovering are less than one percent.
No.
There's nothing more we can do for him here.
Okay, if you can't do anything for him,
then who can't?
He'll live the VA?
Jackson's a veteran?
Think about it for a second.
What a fucking forest.
Stop.
First time I don't think you're saying I just don't need to talk.
Yeah, now I'm getting the trouble for things I ain't even done yet.
What, do you think I've wasted my time?
What?
Is it not the money?
It's not to be so fucked up, John.
It's not about the money.
We'll cover the trip.
I'm worried.
You're just prolonging the inevitable.
I wasn't there for him when he needed me before him.
And that is not going to happen again.
Oh, yeah.
There he is.
Enjoy.
Good to see you.
Welcome home.
Hey, thank you.
Oh, well, a little less now.
Hello?
Well, go watch out.
It was almost ready.
It's okay.
Yeah.
Oh, come on.
You know it's messy.
Oh, Mike, I got to say, I'm a little disappointed.
I didn't get to blow anything up, but just ran in with miles and dug a bunch of holes.
Really?
Guess things changed a lot in 50 years.
I guess so.
Yeah, what are all those ribbons for, Jack?
It means he's got his dick blown off and makes it.
That's so funny.
Jack's aren't just below for those.
Well, I thought you earned it for valor.
You know, like, can I run?
Are you going to run?
Thankfully, no.
The guard only stands over people that request
it, so I'm not going anywhere anytime soon.
Well, and that's a good thing too, because Daddy Jack's
going to have his hands full on about seven months.
I knew it.
There's one soldier who's not shooting blacks.
How about that?
Congratulations.
Welcome to Dadhood.
You'll never sleep another night.
I've been told.
What help?
I'm not the one pregnant.
You got anything strong in the mirror, John, or if you would, drink it all.
I'd like it all.
Which is a problem, because I can have a prostate-decizable watermelon.
I don't know.
Take a break, Mama, I can do it.
I know you have a system.
I learned from the back of a wooden spoon.
Mama, how long have you been standing there for joining the guard?
I need your support in this.
All I have to do is support you.
But I have seen where this is.
My mom looked with the wife of the soldier, and it changes everything.
I've never reason your child.
Well, you know it, Mary.
You've got to stop punishing the kid.
It can punish me if you want, but not him.
He's as scared as you are.
Nothing bad has happened.
He's about to have a baby.
The boy needs his mother.
You're the last one who should be lecturing me, old man.
Just a very woman.
Thank you.
I know he just took a break, but fuck it.
We're going to take another one.
Be right back, thanks.
There he is.
Good to see you.
Rich, is it Bobby?
Jackson's battle brother.
Nice to meet you.
Brother Lawler?
Battle brothers?
More like fuck brothers, right?
Good to see you too, Lawler.
Blah, blah, blah.
Where's Amy at?
What the hell, boys?
Get your ass back up there.
Give us a break, Amy.
Work, you know.
Hey, us.
Taking five to say hi to my old friend.
Hey.
Jackson, why didn't you know you were back in town?
Oh, wow.
You look good and green.
Oh, thank you.
Hey.
Would either of you find soldiers, like a drink on the house?
Your channel.
When we're drinking, Bobby?
Uh, let's do two Luca Marianos and a well whiskey.
And what would you like, Richie?
No, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Let me guess.
You know, 50 cents, right?
Who do you pull my nigger?
Oh, they're right back.
I got to take this.
He's joking.
Yeah, that's, uh, that's just Lawler, man.
It's real fucking funny.
How do you smoke?
Sorry about that.
Yeah.
Good to see you, Bobby.
See you around.
Yeah, I'll see you in a bit.
You know, maybe it's time I try one of those.
Fresh out.
You're really this pissed about a joke.
I just don't get it.
You're right, you don't get it.
Wait.
Are you pissed at me?
Yeah, Jackson.
I'm fucking pissed at you.
I'm pissed at Lawler.
I'm pissed at this whole goddamn country.
If you really want to know, why are you serving it, huh?
Explain that to me.
I don't think you would understand.
Oh, you don't think I understand?
I don't.
Well, wouldn't I understand, huh?
What makes your problems so special, Richie?
Huh?
I mean, I get it.
I'm sorry.
Your mom will pass the way.
Well, my daddy left me when I was a little kid, and I'm about to be a father myself.
That's what you don't understand.
I'm somebody's child, too.
Jackson, you get that?
I'm fighting for my daddy who's in a wheelchair right now.
because they serve us every other soldier before him and Kuwait.
Oh, and his daddy, who's in an unmarked grave somewhere in Europe.
because some officer didn't think I did.
Knicker was worth getting shipped home alongside white soldiers.
And I thought it was fighting for you, too.
You were supposed to have my back in there, man.
You're supposed to be my brother.
Do you have your back and I have your brother?
My brother wouldn't knock this ass out tonight because it was super fucking joke.
It wasn't a joke to me, Jackson.
Do you understand that?
People that look like me in the fight for every single fucking ounce of respect.
Don't give me that bullshit.
Don't give me that shit.
That's how respect works.
You have to fight for it.
You have to fucking earn that shit.
Nobody just fucking gives it to you.
Sergeant gave it to me.
Finally.
You know what he did right after we passed Basie?
Well, he walked up to me right before we got on the bus.
He didn't even say nothing.
He was handing me a cigarette.
Shit, he even gave me his lighter.
I earned his respect finally.
Finally.
You know my mama passed away three weeks before Basie?
And I will never forget what she said to me when I told her I joined.
She said, man, always want to jump up to protect something.
But who's protecting them?
And I watched her fight for her life every fucking day.
So it makes sense.
I want to save everyone else's right?
Even if they don't want it.
So, yeah, I'm fighting for my daddy.
I'm fighting for his daddy.
I'm fighting for you.
And I'm even fighting for little punk ass bitches like your boy Lawler in there.
Cause isn't that what love is?
Get back from here on out.
Whoa.
All right.
Let me go.
I think that's it.
Babe, I think I got it.
Hey, Jackson.
I think they'd make these things easier.
What?
You promised me.
You promised me that you'd be here to raise your child.
You promised me that you wouldn't leave.
Her span in the camp I never read.
It's not all appealing anymore.
I did promise you.
This one of those that happened.
I don't know.
I know.
I'm sorry.
He's going to be okay.
We're going to figure this out.
We're going to be okay.
Is this for you, dad?
Just make it home safe.
Hey.
I just might go have to repaint the crib pain, come.
No, you won't.
Now little girls are bad ass.
I'd love you to stay.
Yes, you will.
Do me a favor and hold on.
Just hold on.
Yeah.
Of course.
I love you too so much.
I'm going to miss everything.
No, you won't.
Don't say that.
Go back to raise a ray alongside me.
Bring your head.
I'll be back before you know it.
Before you know it?
Mm-hmm.
I better know exactly when you're coming back.
Great.
Yes, ma'am.
Oh, ma'am.
Oh, I'm going to miss you, man.
Hey, don't get your own bone off, all right?
You can still play guitar in one leg.
All right, Bob.
I'll get my best.
I'm a good hero.
Now listen, keep your head down.
Do your job.
You're already a soldier.
So don't be a hero, all right?
Yes, sir.
No, raise your phone.
You just promise me that you're going to come home, okay?
No, I just... I don't need you to mean that.
I just love you to hear it.
Right.
I promise.
Okay.
I'll skip the plus trees, Mrs. Harlow.
I would need your son's charge.
Sorry.
This is the temporary or expectation speech.
You can just say that.
I know that my son is there.
My expectations are another short of a full recovery.
I understand.
And I've heard of the lengths you've gone to to help your son.
But facts are facts.
Okay, let me just stop you right there, Doctor.
I've heard every variation of give up from doctors, from friends,
even from family.
Let me ask you.
You work with soldiers?
How many of them just give up?
I hear what you're saying.
I wish I could fight for every single one.
Then did you help me?
Please, help me fight for him.
Come on, come here!
Come here!
Fuck, fuck.
I think I killed a baby.
I think I just killed a baby.
Hey, hey, know what you're doing.
I think I just killed a baby.
Where the fuck, I can't, I can't.
Fuck, I can't, I can't.
I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't.
Is our 3th building secure.
5n Hawaii.
Out of 15, good.
We are moving out.
Hey, go!
I'm asking you to fucking baby.
I just go fucking baby.
That's a fucking baby man.
And I ask you, you did not see that.
It's not your fault, we have to move.
Hey, don't you think I'm about a baby, Jackson?
I know, get my baby, I fucking know that.
When I get to New York, you need to pull yourself to stuff together, I fucking know.
All right, soldier, look at me.
Okay, okay, okay, we have to move the fuck on.
All right, come on, let's go, let's go, let's go.
He's always asking me if it was a whiskey or beer kind of day.
Don't even need to ask anymore.
That's not what you said.
You're not holding up your deal.
Shit takes time, you'll be patient.
I'm not a very patient person.
Give me a minute.
Why, it's Mrs. Harlow.
How is it?
Who's the new girl?
Marissa, she's just a friend.
She works for the pops down in a metalane pharmacy.
She's Mr. Bell's daughter.
Hi, I'm Chrissy.
Hi, Chrissy.
So, how's our little soldier doing?
Honestly, I don't know.
We were supposed to Skype today, but we're in
the time difference sort of messes everything up.
That's time without Ryan.
I am sorry that the tort didn't work out.
Yeah, Rob is taking it pretty hard.
I tried telling us at that end.
He just doesn't listen.
Maybe it's a good thing Harlow left.
He didn't leave.
He was called away.
He was just falling in orders.
All right.
Whatever you say.
You look like held up.
No offense.
Sure you are.
If you ever want something a little stronger, it'll make you feel better.
Give me a bus.
Damn it, Simpson.
One more curl and puppies will pop.
The flake's smaller than your dick.
We all saw it fucking basic.
Coming from the guy saving the Hodgy's money on ammo.
Smoke another cigarette.
Those go fuckers won't have to kill you.
Oh, that's my plan.
I'm gonna wear a big Iraqi sign that says,
Don't shoot me.
I have lung cancer.
I think those fuckers even know what lung cancer is.
Even cavemen know what cancer is, dumbass.
You guys should shut the fuck up.
And from fuck's sake, how can you be joking around with the shit we went through, huh?
Why are you such a fucking retard?
And why don't you do another curl fucking practicing jerking on the dude's office?
What the fuck's your problem, man?
Trying to talk to my fucking wife.
Internet's not fucking working.
Hey, it's just Bluevoe's man.
What did we say about talking about all the guys' wives?
That's all fucking lemon shoes.
Say another word on the phone.
Word right.
OK, OK, OK, OK.
Go, go, go!
Go, go!
Come down!
Six weeks, you're turning 6 more months into Chill-O.
I'm fucking ABOUT!
Active duty, just got extended.
Shit!
What the fuck is this?
Shit!
What the fuck-.
Christ!
Fuck!
Frick!
I know you fell so hard to hold on. I just not
need you to fall a little while longer. Please.
No, Texan, I'm so sorry. I know we haven't always seen all the
odds, but you know what would give me the strength to go on.
Don't you know, Rick, right now I'm giving you all the strength.
I know that you are still here.
And I know you're going to be okay.
This is what you're going to be okay.
I don't even know where the fuck they're coming from.
Fuck.
Texan, can you hear me? Can you hear me, baby? Oh, look out. Thank you.
Hi. Hi. Hello, hi. Hi, hi, hi. Hi. I told you. I was five. You came from a chance.
Oh, thank you. Thank you, doctor. Oh, baby.
Where's the Christmig, where's Katie? I don't know.
I don't know, honey. She was supposed to be here.
I wouldn't let Alice really hurt her, no answer, I wouldn't let you leave myself.
You know, she's a really overwhelming person,
and leaving a lot like me and my own mother.
But, we'll stop at our house one more time, alright? You and me.
And the rest of the family can be working on the spread
that your mother's been preparing since this morning.
We'll pick up the girls, and we'll head out
back for a nice welcome home, get it, alright?
Come on, let's go.
Kind of not.
Any of us might.
Pick the cars. Let's come and put you in there.
Yeah.
You want me to wait?
No.
My car's here.
She means she's here, so.
No.
I'll see you at dinner or not.
Wish me luck.
Good luck, kid.
Christi.
Hi.
Christi.
Are you okay?
Christi.
Why don't?
Are you okay?
Let's go home.
Hi.
Chex?
Yeah.
But you're not supposed to be back until Wednesday.
It is Wednesday, Christi.
What's going on here? Where's Katie?
Okay.
Just with, uh, live love.
But you weren't supposed to be back until one minute.
Yeah.
No.
No more of you there today.
But then, you get the kitty from the crib.
No, she'd love to see you.
Yeah, you do that.
Loria is Jackson.
Yeah, I am.
I don't think you.
Oh, listen, is Katie there?
Don't say anything.
Yeah.
Do you know what she was doing when she asked you to walk my daughter?
She was getting hot at Loria.
Jackson.
She was getting hot.
Jackson.
Listen, I'm coming to get my daughter.
She'll probably do the same.
Wait.
Wait, Jackson.
Don't go.
Jackson.
Dinner's getting cold.
We start with Adam?
Adam and John.
Give the kid a minute.
We in?
We in here as well.
Loria, man.
Howdy.
What are you doing?
Okay.
You know what?
You know what, baby.
Baby, there's no fight to me.
Yeah.
Okay.
Come on.
Everybody's fighting.
Let's go ahead.
Okay.
Ah, here he is, everybody.
So, let's eat.
So, Jackson, did you kill any dares over there?
I don't know.
I really don't talk about that.
That's okay.
It's over now.
No, I think.
I think I just lagged everything, you know.
Went back to normal for that worst for everyone.
Copy that soldier.
Normal it is.
I'm just proud to be.
Sharing the tape up with a real American hero.
Where's no call at night?
Yeah.
Got some fireworks for tonight.
Found a great air-safe return.
And it'll be fun.
Uh.
Tyler's lost again.
What else?
Normal.
Make a magic check problem for 370 now.
Um.
John's still an asshole.
Mm-hmm.
Cheers to my son, David.
Cheers.
Morning.
How's Kate?
Oh, how's Kate?
My, um.
She's still a little shaky.
Almost like, uh, she's scared of me.
Uh, give it time.
When I came up for war, your mom wouldn't
come near me for the first month I was back.
She kept calling me the stranger.
I don't know.
All right.
Yeah, I'll play it.
Let her camp for you.
Jackson?
When you went away, it was like my heart stopped beating.
I just could not handle being alone with the newborn.
I'm sorry, and I'm lost.
I have no idea what my life has become.
And I'm not good for you right now.
Always know that you are my hero.
Mm-hmm.
You love Christy.
Mm-hmm.
She's going back.
Well, sometimes she got to let him go.
I meant to be here.
She'll find her way back.
She's not going back.
Hello.
How's business?
Uh, hello.
Ever since the plant moved south, there's a ghost down around here.
But I got a mechanic that quits, so I got a few extra shifts.
No.
I really appreciate that, man.
I didn't even need to do the help, kid.
You got some more work to do, or you're able to take a ride.
I got something to do that's kind of important.
Yeah, sure.
Nice, man.
You did the right thing, kid.
Especially Jackson Hollow.
Welcome home.
I know it's been a long road.
Before we began, can I get you anything?
One dog tags.
And what power would you say they hold over you?
I feel naked without him.
I'll see what I can do.
You've had a quarter journey.
I'm curious.
What did you know?
I'm made of promise to my mama.
I felt like I was crazy.
I didn't really have a choice.
Sometimes the choices we make bring this down bad.
We never see coming.
Then you came back instead of facing your fears.
You stop fighting.
I don't think you need to worry about that dog.
I have a lot of people who fight for.
I just don't give a fuck about myself.
It's okay for now.
We'll work on it.
We won't have to learn how to love ourselves.
Just as much as we do with us closest to us.
Good luck, dog.
It's not about luck.
It's about how much work you're willing to put in.
It's about how far you want to see yourself grow.
Does that make sense to you, Justin?
No.
I appreciate the afternoon.
It's the first time I've been fucked up and needed help.
And see, that's the thing, dog.
Same person that held me before.
Don't want to fuck me up this time.
Bobby!
Where's the money you promised me last week?
I'm not a fucking bank.
Just because you're Lawler's brother doesn't mean you get this shit from me.
Well, I was saying... Was that?
That's specialist Jackson Harlow.
He used to run with us in the bank.
And back.
He's the second most talented guy we've ever had come out of this town.
That's until he wanted to sign himself away with a fucking government.
I like soldiers.
Mary too.
Was Mary, but if you ask me... Bobby, shut up and introduce me to your friend.
Jackson, this is my son.
All right.
I asked to meet you.
Uh, well then, it's good to have you back.
And you seem happy to be back.
But, uh, listen, I'm sorry to hear about your friend.
Amy, can we get a couple of shots for, uh, what was the name again?
I'm coming up.
Make that three baby girl.
Get out!
Hey, it's okay.
You're gonna be all right?
I know, it's just hard.
I know.
Here.
Take this.
This will help.
What was that?
I got you.
My dad and I are pharmacists, so consider me a doctor.
And your medicine.
That's the doctor and you go right home tonight.
I wasn't planning on going home to leave.
What's your address?
Here you are.
What's that for?
This is nice.
We know somewhere else.
Tell me something.
Tell you what?
Do you always freak out one should break, or is that a more recent element?
That's a little more recent.
I mean, when I first got back, my family got these fireworks to celebrate
and when they went off, I went off, other than that.
That's like PTSD, right?
Like, wake up in the middle of the night screaming kind of thing?
Yeah, that's part of it, but it's also something else.
You see, when you're over there, you're always on edge,
you're always alert on the lookout for a roadside bomb,
or shooting the second story window.
And that's good.
It's a good thing.
Who keeps you alive?
Always on edge.
It's a good way to say it.
Come home.
That's still there.
And it never stops.
It doesn't go away.
Try to just have it down the road.
It doesn't go away.
The bar doesn't go away.
Just don't fucking soak me in my head.
I just wanted to know what it was.
Hey, have you heard from Jackson?
He was supposed to make a page two hours ago.
I haven't.
I'm worried about him.
I'm not sure you got nothing to worry about, darling.
We'll see you about date and night tonight.
Go to our phones.
In a while since we got to our phones.
Yeah, sure.
I'm sorry.
Hey, come here.
Anything else, Matt?
I'm gonna finish for the night.
Well, did you close the timer already?
Damn.
Oh, no, go ahead.
It was so good.
I was good, Matt.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Hey, kid.
How you doin'?
I mean, with everything.
I'm fine.
I know it ain't easy.
That guilt you got inside of you would tear you up.
And I taught you how to push it down.
Just like any soldier.
And move on.
Okay?
So, I'm here for you.
All right.
You need to talk.
I'm here for you.
Thanks, Matt.
I appreciate that.
I love you, kid.
I'll get out of here.
Copy that.
Hey, you all right?
Hey.
I just need a minute.
I told you.
Don't be a fucking hero.
I'm a fucking fucking hero.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck.
I don't like you.
You're staring at me.
You're like a loser.
I'm feeling sorry for yourself.
Get in here, fucking hit me.
Come on, hit me.
You're sad.
Excuse her, man.
Oh, my God.
Okay.
That was all done.
Just breathe.
Hey, what's your whistle?
Mm.
Hey.
Hell, you bomb me.
All in the county shopping purse.
All the way.
It seems to be clothes now.
Let's hit my band last three days.
Wait for you.
What?
Well, since I retired, I've been traveling cross-country to.
visit different gravesides and phones.
So does that train not figured?
You could show me where.
Google Douglas might be.
Show my respects.
That's all my phone.
Oh, shit.
Your brother died so you could leave.
If I don't want to live anymore, I'm...
If I'm tired of living, it's hard.
I wasn't trained for this.
You were a fucking train, please.
I didn't want to be no killer.
You don't hurt me.
You're a fucking killer.
No.
No, I didn't turn you into a... I told you how to fight.
I told you how to fight.
I don't want to fight anymore.
That's good.
Fighting.
Both fucking hoes.
The fight never ends, son.
And you're trying to hang yourself?
If I don't make the pain, it just pushes on to somebody else.
because you're too pussy to keep fighting.
Look at me.
I didn't train no pussies.
Start digging soldier.
A big fucking deed.
Nothing else you can tell him.
I trained you how to dig.
Yeah.
You can definitely tell him that.
We're soldiers, Harlow.
We keep fighting till we get killed.
Not till we kill ourselves.
It's gonna sound dumb to you, but...
You're one of the lucky ones.
You made it back.
Now, if I snide over, it's just... It's just different.
Find a...
Crumple Douglas bearing in the cemetery outside, don't lie.
Do me a favor, sir.
Pops loose.
Couple of miles away.
Put your style by.
He loves hearing that digging skull.
Yeah.
Thanks, Archery.
Hey.
Let me give you the tongue.
No, no, no, no.
No.
Hey, where all these pills come from?
Marissa?
Oh, God.
If we were singing that girl, he'd be in your life.
Yeah.
Bobby introduced this.
Tried I got back from my rag.
I didn't realize her and Lawler were peddling this shit together.
Come on.
What?
Jackson, hey, where are you going?
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, don't you forget Maro Cady's birthday!
I swear I'm getting the fuck out of here.
Uh, where you gonna go?
You leave me behind?
I'm gonna find different coming with me or not.
The hell?
The fuck do you want?
What the fuck, hollow?
Okay.
Do you really want to do this?
Okay, there.
Wait.
He's broke drugs for glass.
Is that true?
Jesus Christ.
You know, pick me up.
All right.
She's upset.
You cheated.
A break from glass.
You wanted to give it to her soul, boy.
I was.
I was here to give it to her.
Where the fuck were you?
No!
You fucking kill her!
I can't afford this shit.
You want your wife?
You want your friends?
You got her?
You fucking dead!
No!
Get the fuck out of my way.
That's enough.
Fuck him up.
You're pretty good at that, aren't you?
Get the fuck out of here!
Come on.
Leave him!
I need my shit!
Wake the fuck up!
I need my shit! Wake the fuck up!
Baby, I was the best thing you went going for you.
Shit.
You'll do this in special for your birthday tag.
Thanks, present.
Oh, present?
All right.
You want to go to the park, baby?
Yeah.
You want anything else?
Mm.
That's it.
That's it?
Okay.
Maybe I'll make you cake, too.
Ooh.
You like all those nerves, huh?
Yeah.
Theresa.
Katie.
Good morning.
Is there a son here?
No.
Sorry.
His car is here.
Yeah.
I mean, yes, he's here, but he's sleeping.
And I need to wake.
What?
It's his daughter's birthday, so I'll bet he'll wake up for her.
He's not feeling very well right now.
I'd give him an hour or two.
Okay.
I'm making sure.
But I'm watching this, too.
You can't come in right now.
You can't.
You can't come in right now.
You can't.
Oh, shit.
Baby.
Jackson, you're going home.
How do you feel like that?
I'm happy.
I'm a little nervous.
I keep having this dream.
I made it back.
I'm almost home.
And I see my daughter running toward me off their distance.
But something doesn't feel right, dog.
I start to run to try to get her and just when I get there.
I watch her die over and over and over and over again.
What do you think this dream is telling you?
I can't no fucking idea, Doc.
It's not meant to save anyone.
You may be not able to save that little girl's life.
Right now we have the chance to save you a daughter's life.
Look at the positive.
I can try, but something keeps holding me back.
I don't know.
What if the dream just means even though I keep
trying, I'm always going to fail at the end.
To look at it that way, or to find a way to overcome your fears.
and all these thoughts.
Find a way to uphold who Jackson Hartle truly is.
Jackson's made his charge this month.
Maybe we can drive out together.
I can't work it over time.
Bust in my ass to pay off his hospital bills.
What do you think of his room for when we get back?
He's coming up here.
Yeah, he's coming home.
Honestly, how do you plan on babysitting both Katie and Jackson?
What the hell kind of things I just said?
I was a mother.
I'm just saying it's going to be a lot of work.
That's all.
He's coming home.
This ain't an association.
The boy has followed him.
He doesn't know how to relate to Katie.
He has PTSD.
There is a condition and it can be treated.
He just needs some time to heal.
He's going to be straight on the family.
What happens if he comes home and you can't handle it?
What then?
He's not the young dreamer you let leave for the war.
Don't you give me that crap.
I didn't want him going and you know.
But he went and came back and became a drug addict.
He said I always defended him.
Look at your realize.
He's a danger to himself and to us.
He is my son.
And I'm not leaving him in some hole.
Your same character and pride that motivated him to join
him can be exactly what helped him heal and overcome now.
I don't want the boy to be there.
I won't allow.
We're here.
I'm sorry.
I'm gonna put down.
Well, this ain't your house.
Don't you get out.
Are you okay?
Okay.
How are you?
I'd love to see you and speak in person.
Where are you?
I'm outside.
I'll be right now.
For the record your mom told me not to come.
You can leave if you'd like.
You can stay.
You don't look so bad.
What were you expecting?
I don't know.
A little more mango-looking maybe.
I heard with all I did.
I'm sorry.
I should have been here.
I came because I have something to tell you something important.
Can you just look at me for a second?
You're still the bravest man I know of.
When I left, I'd always hope we'd find our way back to each other.
It's stupid, but when I was gone, I'd always be asking myself,
W.W.J.V.
What would Jackson do?
Oh, Christ.
I've always knew exactly what he's saying.
Come here.
He's going to see me on.
You see my daughter?
Yeah.
You're so big.
My husband is.
She looks more and more like a mom every day.
Huh?
I'm glad you got all of Christi.
Now, uh,
be full of part ways.
Is there anything else that you'd like to speak on?
You're getting these, uh, these headaches?
Uh, every morning, when I wake up,
it was like a bomb went off inside my brain.
Would you like to medicate that?
No.
Drugs just mask the pain.
And what's behind this pain, Jackson?
Shit!
Fuck!
Like you fucking shit.
Apollo?
No!
Come on!
Fuck, Bridget!
Get there fucking man!
Bridget, don't you tell him he can't get back!
Get down man!
We were caught.
They ever leave cover.
But I thought I could save that little girl's life.
Instead, my best friend did because of me.
Why?
Reverse roles.
If Bridget had to live cover,
cause he had to try to save that child.
Would you do the same thing?
Of course.
He was my best friend.
He was my brother.
What if Matty had left cover?
No.
Exactly.
Trying to save that little girl's life is what you have to do with yourself.
Bridget had the right to do, so you can't live with him so.
Why don't you try to forgive yourself, Jackson?
Forgive yourself.
Thanks for watching.