We Are Who We Are (2020) s01e04 Episode Script

1
HEAVY BREATHS
DANNY:
You see him, right?
On one.
Three,
two,
One. Let's get him.
DANNY YELLS
SAM: We're coming for you, blondie!
HE LAUGHS
DANNY:
Aim for his face! Aim for his face!
PAINTBALL GUNS FIRE
FRASER CHUCKLES
Brighter than magnesium wire
the light within.
BRITNEY: What are you doing!
You know the rules, max three shots!
- Ammo! Brit!
- BRITNEY: Stop! Look at him
- Just give me the fucking ammo!
- SHE LAUGHS: He's fucked!
- Shoot me instead.
- DANNY: Mind your fucking business, Brit.
Come on, shoot.
Come on.
SAM:
He's not fucking worth it.
BRITNEY:
You're out of ammo anyway.
CAITLIN YELLS
THEY LAUGH, SHRIEK, AND GRUN
CRAIG:
Get off, get off, get off!
BOY:
You fucking good-for-nothing!
Get off! Get off!
Get off!
GIRLS SHRIEK
DANNY:
Watch out, watch out!
INDISTINCT SHRIEKING
Man, I was shooting you up today.
Yeah.
I just hope you handle yourself better
over there.
Let's just hope you can find a nice girl
to show that cute ass off to
- while I'm not around.
- DANNY SMIRKS
BRITNEY:
Cate.
Cate!
FRASER:
Danny.
SAM:
Craig!
IN ITALIAN:
What the fuck are you talking about?
THEY ALL CHEER AND CLAP
IN ITALIAN:
That's bullshit, Craig!
CLAPPING AND CHEERING CONTINUES
CRAIG: Come here, bro!
Ah! Thanks, man!
HE LAUGHS
IN ITALIAN:
BRITNEY:
Craig, I'm so happy for you!
IN ITALIAN:
This works, right?
I can't believe they're getting married.
And tomorrow he'll be on the C-130.
You're so strange
You've been so grumpy
since you started dating T-shirt.
Maybe you're right.
It's not the way it used to be.
Something really is changing.
Come on, we gotta go,
everyone's waiting for us!
- SAM: Hey, how much you got?
- Six dollars and a few euros.
- OK, I have 62 dollars.
- Is this fine?
- SAM: You're a doll.
- 62.
Thirty-two.
- And six.
- More other cents
That's 950 cents.
SAM:
OK, we have
Two hundred and five dollars for Craig's suit
and Valentina's dress.
OK, Fraser and I can get the suit
and you girls get the dress.
DANNY: That might be kinda cool.
So, what are we
This one. This one.
And then maybe
CRAIG:
Sam!
Oh!
That is kinda nice, but for a wedding?
Hey, why not these pants.
They're super cool.
FRASER:
This is nice.
BRITNEY:
It's way too expensive, though.
FRASER:
Clearance!
FRASER: Alright, well,
this is the only reasonable fabric.
BRITNEY:
This is more manly, though.
FRASER:
What? OK.
Craig?
- Craig!
- CRAIG: Yeah?
FRASER:
Come here!
Take your backpack off.
- BRITNEY: That looks great.
- FRASER CHUCKLES
Hey. It's 140 dollars.
Perfect for Vale.
Well, leaves us with like 65 bucks.
So, jacket or pants.
FRASER:
Oh, definitely jacket. Definitely.
- CRAIG: Nice.
- BRITNEY: Give me it.
SHE SIGHS
So, I only have 65 dollars but this is 80.
Is there any way we can go for 65?
CASHIER:
No, I can't.
Please, it's like the only money I have.
Sue, can we give her an extra discount?
Sole.
- SOLE: Cute!
- No.
- Wow.
- Ooh, yes!
IN ITALIAN:
BRITNEY:
Fidelity is the foundation of marriage.
GIRLS GIGGLE
IN ITALIAN:
- BRITNEY: I don't know.
- GIRLS GIGGLE
- BRITNEY: Oh, no!
- DANNY: Guys!
What if we did a Hawaiian wedding?
- CAITLIN: That's actually a good idea.
- VALENTINA: OK.
- I came prepared.
- It was my idea.
DANNY:
It wasn't.
PRIEST:the fragrance of your garments
is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
- You are a garden locked up, my sister
- What happened? You're late.
You expect me to pull off
this level of Hawaiianess
on such short notice?
CRAIG:
I, Craig,
take thee Valentina,
to be my wedded wife
to have and to hold,
from this day forward,
for better, for worse,
for richer, for poorer,
in sickness and in health,
to love and to cherish,
till death do us part,
and thereto
I give myself to you.
Can I say it in Italian?
I want him to hear it in my language.
- Yes.
- VALENTINA: OK.
IN ITALIAN:
THEY ALL CHEER AND CLAP
- Un-fucking-believable.
- FRASER: Congratulations!
- DANNY: Our boy!
- CRAIG: Yessir
- Thank you.
- DANNY: Our boy is married!
CRAIG:
I'm married!
IN ITALIAN:
FRASER:
What's in Jesolo?
IN ITALIAN:
THEY ALL CHEER
FRASER:
How far is it?
IN ITALIAN:
- SOLE: Might need the handkerchief.
- CAITLIN: God, I can't fucking move!
THEY EXCLAIM
- TIRES SCREECH
BRITNEY:
Careful, I almost cracked my head open.
- DANNY: Might be better for you.
- CAITLIN You two. I swear to God
- BRITNEY: It's all him.
- DANNY: Me? I'm not interested in Britney.
- What the wolf said about the grapes.
- DANNY: It was a fox.
- BRITNEY: Was it a fox or a wolf?
- SAM: How should I know?
BRITNEY: Whatever. It's the same.
Neither of them could get to the grapes.
- DANNY: Oh my God, you're so dumb.
- BRITNEY: What? It's true!
- DANNY: Vale! Vale!
- CAR HORN TOOTS
THEY CHEER
BRITNEY: You're on top of me.
DANNY: Where do you want me to go?
There's no space in the car.
BRITNEY LAUGHS:
Stop!
INDISTINCT CHATTER
IN ITALIAN:
DANNY:
Hey, Vale, Vale.
IN ITALIAN:
What is this place?
What?
It's the Russian villa without Russians.
- CRAIG: Be careful.
- SAM: I thought we had the keys.
Yo. Let's go.
- CRAIG: Danny.
- DANNY: Yeah, I got you, give me that.
Gimme yours, too.
CRAIG:
Come on.
- BRITNEY: No this is not gonna work.
- DANNY: Yo, Britney, hurry up!
- BRITNEY: I can't. Here, take this.
- DANNY: T-shirt!
DANNY:
You have to hop over!
SAM:
That ugly ass blond kid.
SOLE:
Why you call him T-shirt?
DANNY: He keeps a T-shirt on
even at the beach.
CAITLIN:
Come on.
- BRITNEY: Will someone let us in!
- CAITLIN: Jump over.
Figure out how to open it
and maybe I'll come in.
- BRITNEY: Cate, come on, let us in!
- CAITLIN: Somebody get the button please.
- DANNY: Open Sesame!
- CAITLIN: Seriously?
BRITNEY:
Thank you!
Come on.
DANNY: They got a pool!
Everybody in the pool!
THEY ALL CHEER
DANNY: Jump in! Jump in! Jump in!
- Get in! Get in! Get in!
- THEY ALL CHEER
SAM:
Watch out!
DANNY:
Hey, move! Move! Move!
CRAIG:
It's my wedding!
THEY ALL LAUGH
IN ITALIAN:
IN ITALIAN:
HE LAUGHS
Russian!
MUSIC: "Jump They Say" by David Bowie
PLAYS THROUGH SPEAKERS
IN ITALIAN:
When comes the shaking man ♪
A nation in his eyes ♪
Striped with blood and emblazed tattoo ♪
Streaking cathedral spire ♪
They say ♪
They say ♪
They say ♪
IN ITALIAN:
IN ITALIAN:
FRASER: Found spaghetti!
All Italians in the kitchen, now!
Yes!
IN ITALIAN:
Oh yes, it's about time.
I'm starving.
IN ITALIAN:
For the bride and the groom!
CRAIG: Oh shit! Let me get that.
Gimme, gimme.
- BRITNEY LAUGHS: What the fuck!
- He got his foot in the pasta!
- DANNY: Spin the bottle! Spin the bottle!
- THEY ALL CHEER
I swear. A guillotine on the roof
of the house, exactly like the French
- That's bullshit.
- CRAIG: Hell, no.
They found him cut in half.
- That's also bullshit.
- THEY LAUGH
That was horrible, let's spin it together.
Come on!
INDISTINCT CHEERING
- HE BURPS
IN ITALIAN:
Fucking T-shirt.
THEY ALL LAUGH AND CHEER
Alright, this happened last week
in the village
DANNY: In the village?
Then why haven't we heard about it?
Well, more like between the village
and the base.
I only heard it
'cause my Dad works in the clinic
Anyway There was this guy, a tank driver,
who came back
from his first mission
and something must've gone wrong.
Something really bad
must've happened to him down there.
He completely lost his mind.
And, well,
last week he tried to murder his wife
with a lamp.
Her face was completely fucked up.
Yo, what the fuck, Brit?
You're so fucking stupid.
- SAM: Yo, chill out.
- No, man, she's fucking stupid.
Turn spin it again.
SOLE:
Spin it again. Spin it again.
FRASER:
The flowers!
- SAM: Hey, yo, yo!
- CAITLIN: What?
Yo, look what I found!
THEY ALL EXCLAIM
- CRAIG: Oh, shit! You've got another one?
MUSIC: "This Night Has Opened My Eyes"
by The Smiths
Come on, what are you doing?
Look at you.
SAM:
You play like that?
SAM:
Oh, you suck!
CRAIG:
I suck?
You're slipping on your sweat!
It's 7 to 2 for me.
- SAM: No, fuck that. We're playing to 15.
- CRAIG: I'm not playing to 15!
- SAM: Hey, come on! Serve it.
- CRAIG: Alright.
Move out. Don't fuck up.
CRAIG:
Alright, you ready?
MUSIC: "Wild Horses"
by The Rolling Stones
CRAIG:
I'm winning.
HE LAUGHS:
Fuck you.
CRAIG:
You're crazy.
SAM:
Yeah.
DANNY:
Wanna play?
- No No way
- DANNY: I mean, it's easy.
CRAIG LAUGHS
- Why are you playing like that?
- CRAIG: I'm winning! Use the racket.
Oh, shit.
That's your husband? That's your husband?
- CRAIG: What?
- SAM: Nothing.
CRAIG:
I see what you're doing.
Sure?
IN ITALIAN:
THEY ALL CHEER AND LAUGH
IN ITALIAN:
Slide through my hands ♪
Wild horses ♪
Couldn't drag me away ♪
SAM:
Here, let me.
Wild, wild horses ♪
Couldn't drag me away ♪
I watched you suffer ♪
IN ITALIAN:
Now you decide ♪
SHE LAUGHS
- Come on, come on.
OK.
Yo, you got the ball?
IN ITALIAN:
SAM:
Come on.
DOOR BUZZER
IN ITALIAN:
GIRLS LAUGH
Monica and Loredana.
IN ITALIAN:
IN ITALIAN:
THEY BOTH GIGGLE
MUSIC: "Emilia Paranoica"
by CCCP Fedeli Alla Linea
Uh
IN ITALIAN:
I don't drink.
IN ITALIAN:
IN ITALIAN:
THEY ALL CHEER
INDISTINCT CHATTER
SAM:
THEY ALL CHEER
MUSIC: "Nikes" by Frank Ocean
BRITNEY:
Maybe tomorrow.
There's a first time
Get the fuck out. Get the fuck out!
No, get the fuck out.
FRASER:
Dude.
- SAM: Get the fuck off me. No. Stop.
- FRASER: Get up.
- Get the fuck off me.
- FRASER: Gotta get up.
Come on, get up. Come on.
Drink.
- Drink this. Drink this whole thing.
- It's hot.
Of course, it is.
It's supposed to be hot. Just drink.
FRASER LAUGHS
- SAM GRUNTS
HE VOMITS
LOREDANA:
No!
CRAIG:
CRAIG:
You think you're the only one
who knows poetry, huh?
I know poetry, too.
Alls my life I has to fight, nigga
Alls my life I
Hard times like God
Bad trips like like God!
Christ's sake.
Not bad.
No, not bad.
SHE LAUGHS
Pee-pee.
ENRICO:
Hurry!
I don't like you.
I'm never gonna like you.
I know what love is and you don't.
Yeah.
Sam's sick.
So, she's really your girlfriend?
Why "really"?
Just wondering. It doesn't seem like it.
You're not like the other boys
I really like you.
SOLE CHUCKLES
- SAM: I'm not leaving. Not going anywhere.
SOLE IN ITALIAN:
FRASER:
Caitlin. Caitlin!
Sole kissed me.
So what did you do?
Um I kissed her back.
Don't ever do it again.
OK.
THEY BOTH CHUCKLE
IN ITALIAN:
Oh, especially when I'm gone.
Lay down your arms
And surrender to me
Lay down your arms
And love me peacefully
Use your arms for loving me
Baby, that's the way it's gotta be
There ain't no reason for you to be sad
For I'm the one that loves you so
So forget the other boys,
'cause my love is real
Come off your battlefield
Lay down your arms
And love me peacefully
Lay down your arms
And love me tenderly
Use your arms to hold me tight
Baby, I don't wanna fight no more
The weapons you're using
Are hurting me bad
And someday you're gonna see
That my love for you, baby
Is the truest you've ever had
A soldier of love that's hard to beat
Lay down your arms
And love me peacefully
Lay down your arms
And surrender to me
Use your arms to squeeze
And please 'cause I'm the one
that loves you so
BIRDS TWEE
HE GRUNTS
BIRDS TWEE
MUSIC: "Living With War" by Neil Young
SARAH:
Make America and yourself proud, Airborne.
Make America and yourself proud, Airborne.
Make America and yourself proud, Airborne.
Make America and yourself proud, Airborne.
Make America and yourself proud, Airborne.
Make America and yourself proud, Airborne.
Make America and yourself proud, Airborne.
Make America and yourself proud, Airborne.
Make America and yourself proud, Airborne.
Make America and yourself proud, Airborne.
Make America and yourself proud, Airborne.
Make America and yourself proud, Airborne.
Make America and yourself proud, Airborne.
Make America and yourself proud, Airborne.
Make America and yourself proud, Airborne.
Make America and yourself proud, Airborne.
Make America and yourself proud, Airborne.
Make America and yourself proud, Airborne.
Make America and yourself proud, Airborne.
CAPTAIN:
Platoon, attention.
Present arms.
Order arms.
All the command, fall out.
Grab your gear and move to the trucks.
Fall out!
I'm living with war in my heart
and my mind ♪
I'm living with war right now ♪
Don't take no tidal wave
Don't take no mass grave ♪
Don't take no smokin' gun
To show how the West was won ♪
But when the curtain falls
I pray for peace ♪
Try to remember peace ♪
In the crowded streets
In the big hotels ♪
In the mosques
And the doors of the old museum ♪
I take a holy vow
To never kill again ♪
Try to remember peace ♪
The rocket's red glare ♪
Bombs bursting in air ♪
Give proof through the night ♪
that our flag is still there ♪
I'm living with war every day ♪
I'm living with war in my heart every day ♪
Ooooh ♪