Over There s01e06 Episode Script

Previously on Over There.
Maurice Williams, private, U.
S.
Army, a.
k.
a.
"Smoke.
" I'm hit! They call me Smoke, 'cause if you mess with me, you get smoked.
I can't see! - Sergeant! - Got me a license to kill.
No! I'm a nigga with a trigger.
- Man, this is a hell of a squad to be embedded with.
- You're embedded with us? - Why? What'd you think I was doing here? - Making us all look bad.
Disturbing images from Iraq are igniting up a roar across the Arab world this morning.
I didn't cap nobody, sir.
Not that day.
Can you tell me what you think of Private Williams and his wild firing style? - Had you known you were pregnant? - Yes.
And yet, you were still drinking heavily? How about you just deal with the miscarriage, and I will deal with the drinking.
- They're not unrelated.
- You got your camera? No, I'm-I'm strictly here to talk.
Man, they screwed me as much as they screwed you.
They recut my footage! - And you quit? - I did.
Tell Smoke I'll make it up to him.
- Thanks for seeing me, Hamzah.
- I can't help you.
I wanna know what really happened in that town.
Your soldiers killed a mother and a child.
Someone told that child to run out and throw the bottle, didn't they? - You're insane.
- They were sacrificed for the camera.
You talk too much.
- I hope we find him.
- How do we know where to look, Captain? - We don't.
- I think he's in the village where this all started.
I can't get the brass to listen to me.
If we have to, we'll kick in every door in that town.
- Private Williams.
- Yes, sir.
- Please come with me.
- What's up, man? Mother had a stroke.
He gets to go home if he wants to.
Overhead check.
Clear.
- Clear! - Clear! All clear.
Stay down! What's going on? What's he saying? - He says he doesn't know where they're holding the reporter.
- That's bullshit! - He knows something.
He proud of it too.
- He does know something.
- Well, get it out of him! - It's not about Moffet.
- Well, what about? - You.
There's a price on your head.
Five hundred dollars for the black American who killed the woman and child.
Hey.
That's bullshit, son.
Tell him I said that's bullshit.
He'd kill any one of us for nothing for the right to enter heaven, wouldn't he? Wouldn't he? Yeah, I knew it.
Bring it on, dickhead.
We'll be waitin'for you.
Give me my gun.
Tell him we're easy to find.
Just follow the signs to Death Street.
The bounty on the head of an unnamed American serviceman is making headlines around the world.
Ragtag terrorist who thinks he can intimidate the combined armed forces of- The will of the people of the United States of America- Guy's a member of our squad.
The guy who shot the mother and child, he's a member of our squad.
Ours? You mean your husband's? That's funny.
If you want your helmet buffed again, don't give me any shit.
Get away from me.
Get away from me! You had your chance when you kept your mouth shut.
Oh, wow.
Bartender, drinks on the house.
Hey, look on the bright side, Bo.
You're goin' home.
Oh, I know, and I'm glad of it.
I just don't like the wheelchair.
- Regulations.
- Stateside.
Gotta leave the hospital in a wheelchair 'cause of the insurance.
You telling me the army's worried about insurance? Everybody hates the wheelchair.
I don't hate it.
I just don't like it, that's all.
Well, the van's not here yet.
You got time to make a couple more complaints.
Have I mentioned it pisses me off some muj thinks he can scare Smoke? I believe you did.
Hey there, buddy.
You all set? I don't need that, soldier.
Hey, buddy.
You want me to move to the back? No, thanks.
I'm all right.
Hey, Smoke? How come you didn't go home, visit with your mom instead of stayin' here lookin' for the same dude who messed you up? Army offered me five days off I'd visit with Pat Robertson if I had to.
Who's he? How come you ain't home, man? Stay outta my business, a'ight? He says he hasn't heard a thing about the American reporter being seized.
- He says he likes America and he'd tell us ifhe knew.
- Yeah.
This guy listens to the news.
Ask him if he likes America so much why's he on a list of suspected insurgent sympathizers? Tell him we hear the reporter's in his town - and we damn well think he knows what's going on in this town.
- Why's she yelling? What's she yelling? - She says it's not permitted.
- What's not permitted? - Smoke's goin' through the girl's underwear.
- All right.
Calm down.
- She says you're shaming the family.
- What? - He says you're shaming the family.
Smoke, do you actually have to touch the stuff? - Nope.
- All right.
Everybody calm down.
Calm down, all right? Calm down.
Everybody calm down.
Sit down! Sit down! What? Shut up! Shut up! All right? Nobody's making any funny moves around my man Smoke.
Not today.
Anybody's gonna collect that $500, it's gonna be me.
- Oh, shit.
- What is it, Smoke? What do I do? What do I do? Don't move.
- Goddamn, Sergeant.
- Don't move.
You're gonna be okay.
- I can see the plastic cap.
- I know.
I know.
Don't move.
You're gonna be okay.
Don't move.
Is it gonna go off.
Tell me now, or I'm gonna blow your goddamn head off.
Is it gonna go off? He says it's fake.
He says it's to scare burglars away from his daughter's computer.
- Is it gonna go off? - He says it's- He says- He says it's builder's putty.
He's a builder.
If I stick it up his ass, is it gonna go off? He says no! - Should we believe him? - I don't know.
- Do you believe him? - I don't know! Dim! No! No! No! Go! Goddamn it, go! Move! Smoke, move, goddamn it! Move! Go! Get Battalion on the radio.
I want somebody from Intel and I want somebody from Explosive Ordinance Disposal in here in under five minutes.
- Understand? - Check, Sergeant.
And you- You could've got us all killed.
Don't get me wrong.
I dug it.
ButJesus Christ! Dim, why you risking your ass going after that damn reporter? I don't recall him doin'you no favors.
He got snatched trying to help you.
Help me? He reamed me.
He's the reason they after me.
- Well- - He makes a livin' reaming people.
- He quit his job.
- How you know that? He told me.
Now he might get killed.
- Who all is after you, Smoke? - What? Well, you said, "That's why they after me.
" Who all's after you? Whole goddamn country's after him.
- He's the most famous enlisted man in Iraq.
- Why don't you guys shut up? Nobody's after anybody any more than anybody else.
It's a goddamn war, for Christ sake.
Goddamn P.
R.
Bullshit, and you guys are buying into this shit.
Well, I'm personally tickled to be on the same fire team with him.
- Me too.
- Nobody's after him, I said! All right, Kentucky! Twenty miles ahead.
Yeah, yeah, yeah! More devious bullshit.
Mrs.
Frank Dumphy? No.
That's not why we're here, ma'am.
They send two uniforms for that.
Then what the hell are you doing here? Are you trying to scare me to death? You have to come with us, ma'am.
- Don't call me ma'am, soldier.
I am not your mother.
- Yes, ma'am.
- The hell with it.
- I'm sorry, ma'am.
But like I said, you have to come with us.
- Why? - You had an automobile accident, ma'am.
- I know I had an automobile accident.
- You fled the scene, ma'am.
- I didn't flee.
- The cops called us.
- Tell them to tow the car.
- We found Eddy here alone.
- Eddy? - He's fine.
Where is he? If you come with us, ma'am, you'll see him.
Okay? Just get in the vehicle, ma'am.
Okay? Look, Tank, Daddy's home! - It's okay, baby.
- Hey.
Hi, baby.
- I, uh- I got something cooking.
- Hi! Thanks.
Spittin' image, Bo.
Let's go home.
Daddy's home.
Let's go.
Almost there.
Come on, Tank.
We gotta find Daddy's tool kit.
Take apart some access ramps.
- Oh, come on, dude.
We're eatin'.
- Jesus.
Come on! Farting is such sweet sorrow.
What's so funny? How come I'm the only one that don't get it? The failure of American public education.
Go-Go to hell, dimwit.
- Hey! - That's what you get for being a smart-ass, Dim.
Are you protectin' me, Sergeant? We all are.
Now, shut up.
When I think about all the Doritos I could've brought with me- - All the fried pork rinds.
- All them Cheetos.
- I hate Cheetos.
- Yeah, I do too.
I just miss 'em anyways.
I miss Wheat Thins.
I miss Oreos.
- Fig Newtons.
- Oh.
Chips Ahoy.
Nutter Butters, man.
Oh.
Pepperidge Farm Milanos.
Yeah.
- Ho Hos.
- Ding Dongs.
- Sno Balls.
- Twinkies.
Raisin scones.
Peanut M&M's.
Gentlemen.
- Sir.
- I'm trying to eat lunch in the truck right beside you.
Yes, sir.
Sorry, sir.
It's cruel to talk about better food than we've eaten in weeks.
Sir, yes, sir.
Sorry, sir.
You didn't mention Ring Dings.
Do they not make Ring Dings anymore? An oversight, sir.
Am I gettin' that old? We'll mention Ring Dings right now, sir.
Good.
Thank you.
- Thank you, sir.
- As you were.
Was that Mad Cow bein', like, a nice guy? Looked like him.
But it could've been some kind of android replacement.
He been touched.
We surrounded by angels, you know.
All the time.
Nigger got a hold of some herb, that's what it is.
He been smokin' that good stuff.
I can't even begin to tell you how unlikely that is, Smoke.
Well, that's the only time I get all friendly and such.
I'm thinking about enterin' this unit in the All-Army Stupid Competition.
You're kiddin', right? No.
Ah, we got three minutes to get back to kickin' in doors.
What happened? R.
P.
G.
From the corner! I whacked the muj already.
He was dead before he hit the ground.
Hey.
Who are you? I'm Mike.
I'm the, uh, base drug counselor.
They send you out undercover in town or something? No, no.
I'm a civilian.
I used to be army though.
Twelve years.
Now I am a professional drug counselor.
Normally, I work over at the V.
A.
, but I'm doing the C.
O.
Here a favor.
- What kind of favor? - Do you care if I tell you a story? Suit yourself.
Okay.
I was in the, uh, first war in Iraq.
Army ranger.
Saw a lot of terrible things.
Did a lot of terrible things.
The first three years I was home, I got nine D.
U.
I.
's.
Spent a number of times in the stockade.
The last time, they, uh, they gave me a choice.
They said "Mike, you can have seven years, or you can have a dishonorable discharge.
" I took the dishonorable.
After that, I pretty much did every drug I could get my hands on.
My last drug was- Well, I was just living in a, uh- a trailer about two miles from here.
And some of my army buddies heard that I was in a bad way, so they- they came out to get me.
They had to drag me out of the toilet naked.
Well, I had a shotgun.
And, uh my crack pipe was, after a six-day run fused to my hand.
Had to cut it off me at the hospital.
I've been sober ever since.
That was seven years ago.
You're a crackhead? Yeah, among other things.
You trying to say that I'm a crackhead? No, no, no, no.
No, I'm not trying to say anything about you.
I'm trying to tell you something about me.
Yeah, but are you trying to say that I'm like you? Go to hell, crack boy.
I said, go to hell! I've been, thanks.
Then go back.
Go back to your toilets and your crack pipe and you leave us regular people alone.
You know, I wasn't too wild about the whole new going-to-bed routine.
- No? - No.
I didn't like the way he acted either.
- The Tank? - Yeah.
- What about it? - Well, he screamed at me.
- Well, he's two, darlin'.
- He didn't scream before I went away.
He didn't speak before you went away.
I know, Terry, but he didn't raise his voice neither.
It's your first night home, Bo.
You sure you wanna let me know what's gone wrong since you left? It's- It's developmental anyways.
- Say what? - It's a developmental stage he's going through.
He can't find the words for the things he wants to say yet, but he wants to say 'em.
- So he gets frustrated.
- How do you know about that? - It's in all the books.
- You read books? I mean, you know, about raising kids? Of course I read books about raising kids.
Do you read books about being a soldier? Well, yeah.
Well I wanna be outstandin' too.
I read a couple recipes in my time too, you know.
I didn't grow up knowin' six different ways to make beef ribs.
- You makin' beef ribs? - Your first night home? Damn straight.
Gosh.
I'm a lucky man.
Get over here.
Come here.
Whoa! It's all right.
It's all right.
We will give you back your lying reporter when you give us the murderer of the holy mother and her child.
You have 48 hours to make this trade, or the infidel dies.
If you do anything these morons say, you're a moron too.
- What you want, man? - It's time to talk.
- Says who? - Says all of us.
I know what this is about.
I been expectin' it.
But I'll tell y'all what.
I ain't goin' nowhere.
I didn't kill Mad Cow, goddamn.
- Of course not.
- I know you blame me, so don't even say it.
- I don't.
- I said I know you do.
You blame me for Bo gettin' his ass blown up too.
You blame me for that woman and her child gettin' killed when they ran out in the middle of a firefight.
You blame me for my moms.
She had a stroke 15,000 miles away.
And it's still my fault.
Jesus, man.
Look, man.
Look, I just- I've had it, a'ight? Just-Just b-back up off me, man.
Mind if we say what we came to say? Yeah! I don't wanna hear no advice.
You won't.
I swear.
No advice.
Right? - Right.
- Right.
Tariq.
There's been American soldiers specifically targeted in Iraq before.
None of them have ever run.
None of them have ever been reassigned.
None of them have ever been killed.
Out of maybe the half dozen times I've been able to find out about a different guy than the guy who got targeted was killed once before.
And how you know that? Captain Baron looked into it for me.
Talked to the captain used to run the police force in Fallujah.
He was targeted too.
I mean, it was in the press and everything.
And he never did anything different, and he survived.
Now he's moved on to anotherjob.
But one of his drivers at the time was killed and he's sure it was because they were after him.
He says he's been in touch with the guy's family and he told them he believed the guy died in his place and that he owes the guy his life.
And nobody in the family had a problem with that.
Look, I know you ain't a believer.
And I don't aim to change that.
I'm only sayin'this.
If your mother's anything like mine and it sounds like she probably is she don't need you to do nothin'.
She don't need you to solve nothin'.
She don't need you to make anything all right.
She's already got somebody to rely on.
Now, I've been trying to see what's up with your sister.
Think she's home alone.
You got anybody who could take her in for a while? Yeah.
Guy that got me in the army instead of goin' to jail.
Said if anything ever happened to me, he'd help her.
All right.
You give me the guy's name, I'll make sure he steps up to the plate.
Yeah.
Your mother had a massive stroke.
The left side of her body including the left side of her face, is paralyzed.
Her chances of survival are good, in the range of 90%.
Her chances of a full recovery are lower but that depends in part on how hard she's willing to work.
I understand she was working twojobs before.
- Yeah.
- That's good.
'Cause working hard at rehab is the key.
How the hell you know that? How you know what she gotta- Both my mother and my stepfather are doctors.
They made some professional inquiries.
My mother had a stroke four years ago.
She never even slowed down.
Is she- She still has a bit of a lopsided grin, but- Take my word for it, she never smiled much anyway.
All right.
Good night.
She in pain? - My mother? - Mines.
Not physically.
Is she a fighter? Yeah.
Sure as shit.
She's gonna have to fight to get her life back the way she wants it.
What I gotta do, man? I can't send a couple e-mails, get an answer to that one.
What I gotta do? L- I gotta go see her? Shit, Smoke.
All I know is you can't do the things you can't live with having done.
That's the problem we face here every goddamn day.
You'll work it out.
Fire Team Death Street, up and at 'em, now.
Captain Baron wants to see us on the double.
We know whereJohn Moffet is.
He's being held in the village where all this started which some of us could've guessed days ago.
I admit it, I'm one of'em.
But that's in the past.
And now we're here, and this is the trickiest kind of extraction we do.
The chances that they'll kill him rather than give him up are as close to 100% as it gets.
And the chances that they'd rather kill us are even better.
But if we don't get him out, they'll certainly kill him no matter what they say to the press.
If we leave him with them, he's a dead man.
Our only choice is to risk more men trying to get him.
So I thought I would offer you guys the right to be first in.
He filmed you in a firefight in which a woman and child were killed and then embarrassed you with it all over the world.
I should think you'd wanna show him what kind of men you really are by saving his bony ass from certain death.
Am I right? - Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.
Smoke, I don't think there's a man in this army who'd say you have to risk your life for this reporter.
So if you wanna sit this one out, it's okay with me.
If they're going, I'm going.
I'm with them, sir.
Good.
I'm gonna have the video e-mail facility open at 0300 hours specifically for you and your people, Sergeant.
It'd be better if you got some sleep, but, uh I never could, not before battle.
Dismissed.
Honey I don't know how to tell you this.
It's the worst thing that I've- that ever happened to me.
I totaled the car.
Um I was coming back from a family support meeting and somebody cut me off, and- and I ran into a parked car.
I can't believe it.
I haven't had an accident in so long.
I'm fine, by the way.
But I lost the baby.
They're ready for transmission, soldier.
Five, four, three, two.
Hey, Smoke, how you doin'? Hey, how y'all doin'? Hey, how y'all doin'? Hi, Moms.
How ya doin'? Hi, Moms.
How ya doin'? She wanted me to tell you she loves you, Smoke.
She told me.
See? We miss you! We love you.
Be safe, buddy.
See you soon, huh? - We love you, Maurice.
- We love you so much.
Take care.
Take care of yourself.
- All right, Smoke.
- Be safe.
Tariq.
- What's that sound? - I can't tell.
Gotta get closer.
Is it comin' from the building around the corner? Maybe.
All right.
Let's go.
They singin', Sergeant.
They're singing? Are you sure? Yeah, they're singin', all right.
- That's bad, huh? - Yeah.
- That means they're gettin' ready to kill him, right? - Yeah.
Follow me.
I wanna go through the door.
I like it, Smoke.
I swear to God.
But that's a goddamn bad door to be first through.
- That's a good way to get dead.
- I wanna go through the door.
All right.
I'll be right on your tail.
Dim! Dim! We didn't make it.
All right? That's it.
That's all.
We didn't even have a chance.
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