Over There s01e10 Episode Script

Previously on Over There.
I'm workin'my ass off every day to get back to my unit.
This is your unit.
I'm a soldier.
I took an oath.
- You took another oath.
- This has nothing to do with you.
- It has everything to do with me.
- I am not a cripple.
- Hey.
If this is a bad time- - No.
No, no.
- I don't want to make you feel- - No.
Don't go.
I've been looking forward to this.
Your mom's a whore.
- She gives good head.
Her legs are spread.
- Shut up! You have to think about where else you can place Eddy.
Place him? He is not a job applicant.
He is my son.
Where else you can send him to school.
- This is his school! - You're shouting, Mrs.
Dumphy.
You're an asshole, Mr.
Howard.
In five minutes, I won't be shouting, but you'll still be an asshole.
Go to hell, crack boy.
I said go to hell.
I was drinking.
I'm not proud.
- What'd you do? - The worst things I could do.
Another guy? I love you so much.
That's not an answer.
Welcome to the Sober Goddess meeting of Alcoholics Anonymous.
- My name is Claire, and I'm an alcoholic.
- Hi, Claire.
Are there any other alcoholics in the room? What's this? Cohiba Esplendido, sir.
- You confiscating my cigar, Lieutenant? - It's not yours, Sergeant.
It's the U.
S.
Army's.
Isn't it? It is now.
Eddy, where's Mommy? Out with whom? But which friend? Her- Her male friend? She sees him every day.
Who stays with you? They're fish, Eddy.
Eak and Flame are fish.
No.
You're right.
A mammal's not a fish, Eddy.
At the same time, Eak's stuffed so when it comes to child care, he's even less qualified.
Sergio, I miss you so much.
I feel like we're growing apart.
We're separated by 12,000 miles already but I feel like the real distance between us is just growing every day, and I'm afraid, Sergio.
I'm afraid.
I have to say it.
I'm not afraid of dying, but I'm afraid of losing you.
If you're satisfied with the message you've left, you may hang up.
If you would like to listen to the message you have left- She was always troubled, Aleesha.
She was a shrew, Avery, and that's a fact.
I still don't think you can blame the woman.
Why not? She blamed you.
Did you even know that? Yes, I did.
She blamed you for going off to war and being part of all that killing.
So she told me.
She believed God punished her for your sins.
Well, she was old.
That don't mean nothin'.
She raised us, Aleesha.
She took us in.
We owe it to her to think kindly of her.
She committed suicide, Angel.
Suicide is a mortal sin.
I know.
L- You know, ever since I heard, I try to help somebody every day.
Way she helped me.
That's all.
That's what I try to do in her memory.
Between shootin' them dead, you mean.
Yeah.
Just before I shoot 'em dead, I ask 'em if there's any last thing I can do.
Whoa.
Hold on there.
That's a mean old lady, huh? Yeah.
Guess I got mean old ladies on my mind.
Man, I got mean young ladies on my mind.
They got any mean old ladies who are suicide bombers? Nah, man.
Just young men.
Young men are the only ones dumb enough to buy the bullshit.
Yeah.
What bullshit is that? The bullshit where some old dude tells you "You should die for Allah, but I shouldn't.
" Must be one hell of a used car salesman round here somewhere 'cause that's some serious bullshit.
As opposed to the bullshit we fell for.
Yeah, well, I told you.
Young men are the only ones dumb enough.
Can you grab me some more boxes from the other truck? That's enough.
Move away.
Hold on.
Hold on.
We got plenty for everybody.
- Oh, shit! - Bomb! Bomb! Damn.
Goddamn you! Goddamn you.
Let's go.
Let's roll.
Sergeant, you just screwed me up so bad.
Angel's hurt.
Get everybody now.
Hey.
Smoke.
Angel's hurt.
- Let's move.
- Brother.
Angel's hurt.
Let's move! Goddamn it! Can't you go any faster? Goddamn it.
Forward.
Forward.
Right there.
Hands up.
Go to the right side.
You're not okay.
I'll tell you when you're okay! Okay? - Get the hell out of here and do your job! - This is our job.
This is my job! I pick up after you! - What's your problem? - Death is my problem.
Decapitations and amputations are my problem.
Gunshot wounds and dismemberments and drowning when your own blood fills your lungs is my problem! What the hell is your problem? Are you all right, Angel? - Yeah.
I'm all right.
- He's not all right! He's in shock! You're in shock, you screaming asshole! Come on.
Let's go find somebody worse off than you to worry about.
Let's go.
- Watch out.
- He just called you a screaming asshole.
That's not the worst I've been called.
Shit, that's not the worst I've been called today.
Yeah, but he's Sergeant Scream.
He's known all over the battalion as a screamer.
- Sergeant Scream? - Yeah.
Well, shit.
Now I can die.
Come on.
Move.
You okay? Stay there.
Don't move.
It's okay.
Private Dana.
Private Dana, are you okay? I want a perimeter from here to here.
I don't want anyone who hasn't been thoroughly searched anywhere near this site.
Understand? I don't want this evidence contaminated.
- The evidence, sir? - And I want my men taken care of first.
Understand? I want the Americans taken care of first.
They generally try to look at the Americans first, sir but as soon as the emergencies are sorted out, they work with whoever's hurt worst.
I don't care what they generally do.
I wanna do what I wanna do.
Understand? Let's go.
Let's set up the man's perimeter.
What's the matter with him? He's religious, sir.
Come on.
We got one right over here.
Put him in here, guys.
We got one more.
All right.
Spread your arms.
Spread your arms and stand still.
I gave orders my men were to be treated first.
This woman'll die if I don't treat her right now.
To hell with this woman.
For all I know, she could be the goddamn bomber.
For all I know, you could be the goddamn bomber.
This is insubordination.
No, it isn't.
"Stick it up your ass" is insubordination.
"Get the hell away from me before I break your goddamn neck"is insubordination.
I could go on.
- Shut up, Corporal.
- Eat shit and die, Sergeant.
- Are you havin' a bad day? - I have a lot of them.
- Don't go to the brig over it.
- The brig would be a relief.
That is the woman that blew us up.
Are you sure? - Yeah.
- How can you tell? She blew her own face off.
I recognize her clothes.
I spotted her in the line and didn't like the look of her.
Well, at least there's one soldier around here who's paying attention.
Didn't help none, did it? I want my men given the medical attention they need.
Now.
You're an asshole.
- But he's an asshole.
- He's an asshole, and you're out of your goddamn mind.
You're a matched set.
What's he saying? - He's not too happy.
- Would you be? I'd be ready to kill somebody.
Just like he is.
I hope it's the insurgents who did this that he's ready to kill.
It's not.
You're gonna live, goddamn it.
Like it or not.
He's got one hell of a bedside manner.
- Yeah.
Him and Kevorkian.
- Where's Private Dana? Where's Private Dana, goddamn it? He was right here a minute ago.
- He got hit on the head, Lieutenant.
- I know that.
- He was pretty confused.
- I know he was confused.
He's confused on a good day.
- He might've wandered off.
- Well, find him, goddamn it! I'm not gonna lose a man by actually losing a man! - Jesus Christ! - Fan out.
Let's see if we can locate the guy.
Oh, shit.
What is it? What's he saying? - He's got Private Dana, sir.
- Who's got him? - The civilian, sir.
- Which civilian? Goddamn it, soldier! Start making sense! The civilian whose son got his leg blown to shit, sir.
He wants that medical attention you refused him, sir, and he wants it now.
- What? - Or he's gonna kill Dana.
- He's taken one of my men hostage? - Yes, sir.
Tell him if he doesn't send my man out right now, he's dead, and his entire family's dead.
Well, he beat you to it, sir.
He said you have five minutes.
Tell him he's got 30 seconds.
That's great.
Really.
That's great.
Show him the size of your weapon, why don't you, Lieutenant? - Shut up, Corporal.
- This is better than "Dueling Banjos.
" - Shut up, I said! - Here's an idea, Lieutenant.
Threaten to blow his son's leg off, why don't ya? - I spend more time with you than I should.
- Me too.
- What are we gonna do about that? - It's a problem.
It's a good problem to have.
- So far.
- Are you warning me? - Yeah.
- About what? That I'm scared.
That I'm afraid of what I might do.
Well, you're a good man.
I used to be good.
I don't know if I'm good anymore.
I'd like to see just how good you are.
Don't say that.
- Look.
Don't say that.
That's all.
- I won't.
- It's not a game.
- I know.
- It's not an affair.
- I know.
It's not sex.
I gotta go.
Bye.
He'll give us two more minutes.
- Tell him he's not in a position to negotiate.
- But he is.
- Shut up, Tariq.
- I can't translate if I have to shut up.
Shut up.
- You have to send a medic in.
- It's a suicide mission.
- I'll go.
- You'll go to the brig.
- I'd prefer the mission.
- I don't give a damn what you prefer.
We have to send a medic.
Permission to speak privately.
If you have something to say to me, you can say it in front of my men.
This medic is crazy, and that's exactly what we need.
- Thank you, Sergeant.
- Shut up, Corporal! I wanna send one of my men in there with him.
- Out of the question.
- I'll go.
- Done.
- I said out of the question! And I said done! Permission to speak privately, sir! Must you shout everything you say? Yes, sir.
Owing to the fact that I encounter so much deafness, sir.
Permission to speak privately, sir! Permission granted.
We have to send two men in there right now.
This medic doesn't care what happens to him, and I hate that in a soldier but right now it's the best thing that could've happened to us.
And Angel, even in a fog, is the coolest customer I got.
Understand? I want the medic in there to take care of the kid - and Angel in there to take care of the father.
- Take care of him how? Kill him, if necessary.
If not, get him out of here in flex ties.
Hey! We have to make every effort to get Private Dana out of there.
- We can blast him out right now.
- No.
No, no, no.
We can't.
We can't assume the father's a moron.
We have to assume he means what he says.
You're asking me to send two more men into a hostage situation in which one man's already at risk.
I'm not asking you to do anything.
I'm giving you the options.
Options? What options? - Well, we could either send in Angel and the medic- - Yeah? Or we could sit out here with our thumbs up our asses, sir.
You ever see E.
R.
, soldier? - Nope.
- Well, it was fictional, but they used all the right shit.
They got the bandages right, the scalpels right and the chatter right.
- So? - So I gotta do a medical procedure in there, we gotta get together on what's called what.
Okay? You're gonna have to look like a medic too.
I just want us to get away with this.
All right? - All right.
- All right.
So these are the scalpels.
There's five different sizes but you don't have to worry about that right now, okay? 'Cause I'm just gonna ask you for the biggest one or the smallest one.
Okay? - All right? - Yeah.
- All right.
This is a blood pressure kit.
- Wait.
- What? - What do we need scalpels for? I don't know.
I'm just telling you what's called what.
Okay? I think we should just get in there and see what's what.
Shit.
You got it worse than me.
- What? - Death wish.
- Brother, you couldn't be more wrong.
- Yeah? You wanna live? - Dang tootin'.
- But you wanna go in there with the crazy father with the M4.
The sooner we go in, the sooner we come out.
Okay.
Okay.
Screw the scalpels.
We're goin' in.
Okay, chief.
We're comin'in.
We're comin'in.
It's okay.
- Everything's okay.
- Take it easy, brother.
I'm shuttin' the door.
- Turn around.
- What? Turn around.
Okay.
Turn around.
He means the bags.
- Just show him the bag.
- Do what I do and shut up.
- Shit! - Shut up, I said.
- Got a pistol in there, don't you? - Damn right.
- I thought I said no weapons.
- You ever get the feeling people ain't listening to you? There's a reason for that.
It's okay.
Your son.
Your son, sir.
Oh.
Your son.
Okay.
It's okay.
All right.
Fever's bad.
And so is this.
What? He's got Dana in a position where he can cover us all and the door at the same time.
He's got two other civilians in here.
I don't like that at all.
What do they call you, soldier? Angel.
- I've got a question for you, Angel.
- Yeah.
What's that? Okay.
I'm gonna bust my ass to save this boy's life, no matter what you say.
So feel free to tell me the truth.
- Okay.
- Is everyone in this room gonna die tonight? They're leaving, or we ain't working on the boy.
They are leaving, or we're not working on him.
They're leaving, or we're not working on your boy.
They're leaving, or we ain't working on your boy! They leave, or we don't work on your boy.
They leave.
All right.
All right.
All right.
All right.
All the way out of the house.
They're comin'out! All the way.
It's all right.
It's all right.
Two down, five to go.
I'm here to say I'm sorry for shouting at you and for cursing at you.
I know that you were just doing your job and Eddy deserved to be suspended.
And I was a miserable bitch.
And I'm not here to ask for anything either.
Only 'cause- Only 'cause I'm not supposed to because believe me, if it were up to me, I would be begging you to take him back.
- I'm sorry.
- Can I ask you a personal question? One that you'll never sue me or the school district for having asked.
'Cause I- I just never asked it.
Shoot.
Are you a friend of Bill's? Bill who? Are you a member of an anonymous organization that requires that you make amends? Yeah.
Yes, I am.
Um, 10 days.
How do you know what it requires? Well, let's put it this way.
If there were a secret pin I'd wear it.
I'm gonna see what I can do to get Eddy back in school, Mrs.
Dumphy.
- Thank you.
- I'm not promising anything.
- I know.
- It's not up to me alone.
- I know.
- But I think it'll work.
Things have a way of working themselves out when you're sober.
One day at a time.
Am I right? Negative, sir.
I'm not sure it was the right thing.
It was a judgment call.
Over.
It wasn't my judgment.
It was the sergeant's.
Over.
Captain wants to talk to you personally.
Sir.
I understand the theory, and the idea of limiting our exposure sounds good.
Break.
Particularly in the retail business.
But in this situation, we had to send the two men in, and that's a fact.
Over.
Thank you, sir.
Sir.
Yes, sir.
Over and out.
He says to tell you he has every confidence in your judgment.
- I, on the other hand- - Thank you, sir! You have two hours.
Either they come out by 2100, or we go in and get 'em.
Is that what the captain said, sir? Yes.
You know, I've apologized to everybody else but I haven't apologized to you yet.
You didn't do anything to me.
I called you crack boy.
You did.
And that was a new one.
You're doin' fine, Vanessa.
You don't owe me anything.
And as soon as you find a sponsor, I'm gonna move on to the- - To the next case? - Something like that.
Hey.
The Simpsons? He's eight.
He's in a fog.
Jesus.
I didn't even know he watched that show.
Is that all right? - It's all right with me.
- It's not too adult? - The Simpsons? - I guess not.
Eddy's more adult than Homer Simpson will ever be.
I'm gonna go.
I'll, uh- I'll take you to the noon meeting again tomorrow.
Okay.
I can't get it.
Can't find it.
Hang that up.
- Give me your hand.
Give me your hand.
- What? - Put pressure right here.
- Oh.
All right.
Just cover that up.
Right there.
I'm gonna have to cut it off.
- You're gonna have to what? - I'm gonna have to take the leg.
Yo.
Homicidal one.
I'm gonna have to cut off your son's leg.
You sure you wanna do this? It's do it, or let him die.
I'm gonna have to cut off your son's leg.
No, no.
Don't shoot! Don't do anything stupid! If I do one good thing in this ugly piece of shit life of mine, I will save your kid.
I swear to God.
You sure you can save this kid? Hey, Shaver.
You sure you can save this kid? No.
- No.
- Why'd you swear to God then? - Did I? - You did.
That's funny, 'cause I don't even believe in God.
All right.
Put this hand down.
Put his leg down.
Hold this.
I know a lot of doctors who do- or used to anyway.
They get more and more into the mysteries of the organism they can't help but feel there's an intelligence organizing everything.
But not you, huh? Angel, I've been here 18 months.
I not only don't believe in God anymore, I don't believe in intelligence.
- Don't do that.
- Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Both bones in his lower leg are broken in comminuted fractures.
- Shit.
- They may be in 30 pieces each.
- Septicemia may have already set in.
- What's that? Blood poisoning.
I'm gonna start cutting.
Are you gonna be okay? - I'm gonna be sick.
- You want me to talk while I'm workin'? Bro, the things you say make me sick too.
- Don't make me laugh, all right? - Okay.
No problem.
- He's gonna shoot me if I laugh.
- Okay.
No problem.
- No problem.
- All right.
Here we go.
All right.
Put your hand here.
Put your hand- Werner Herzog once said there is no evil in the world, only stupidity.
- Is that right? - As far as I can tell there is more stupidity within a thousand miles of this point where we're standing - than anywhere else in the world.
- I'll go along with that.
Except for the Congo, of course.
And Chechnya.
- And Afghanistan.
- There's a lot of stupidity, all right.
It's goin' around.
Your mother raised a good man, Angel.
She'd be proud.
My great-aunt raised me.
She just killed herself.
She hated war, but she blamed me.
Don't seem to be able to pick the appropriate topics of conversation, do I? No.
Sometimes when I say whatever comes into my head I just get deeper and deeper in shit.
Yeah.
It's like a bad neighborhood.
I shouldn't go in there alone.
You could pray.
How hard you get bounced around in that explosion today? Why you asking that? Just tell me.
Tell me the truth.
- You ever scrambled an egg? - Really got thrown around, huh? - Mm-hmm.
- Then why'd you volunteer to come in here then? You could have gone back to the base hospital for three days of observation.
I talked to the kid who died 30 seconds before the explosion.
- I figured I owed him.
- You owed him to come in here? No, but- But you can't always pay your debts to the people you owe 'em to.
Gotta pay when you can to whoever's around.
Try to keep the- Try to keep the books straight.
Shit.
You make more sense with a concussion than I do with three cups of coffee.
Oh.
Oh, shit.
Wrap that up.
Wrap it up.
- That's good.
- Okay.
All right.
It's okay.
Okay.
God, I hope this works.
You said it again.
- What? - God.
Hold him.
Hold him down.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Here you go.
Here you go.
Hold him.
That's it.
It's okay, sir.
It's okay.
No.
- Hold him.
Hold him.
Hold him.
Hold him.
- It's okay.
We got it.
- Allah.
Allah! - Come on.
It's okay, sir.
It's okay, sir.
Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah! No.
Oh, no, no, no.
Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah! Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah.
Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah Allah, Allah, Allah.
I'm sorry.
If it's any consolation I wish it'd been me.
- Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah! - I do.
I swear- I swear to God.
Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah! I swear to God.
More shouting now.
Sounds like back home.
- We'll be going in soon.
- Why? What'd they say? Says the medic killed his son.
The son's dead? Yeah.
- Should we tell Underpants? - Allah! No.
Angel knows what to do.
That's why the sergeant sent him in there.
I think we should've sent you in.
You know what they're saying.
No.
Angel will let it go till the last second.
He's gonna try to save the guy's life.
And ifhe has to he'll blow him away.
Angel's a soldier, man.
I don't even deserve to hold his coat.
Don't kill him.
You kill me! I killed your son.
You kill me! Kill me! I'm the one who killed him! I'm the one who killed your son.
You kill me! Take one step backwards - like you're afraid.
- I'm not afraid.
Then take one step backwards like I'm afraid.
- You're gonna kill him? - If you don't step backwards, I'm gonna kill you.
Move out.
I'm sending them in now.
- It's 2100, in case you hadn't noticed.
- I know the time, sir.
- That's my man Angel in there.
Can't I go in and get him? - No! No! I've had about all the help from you I can take.
Give me the gun, sir! Give me the gun! It's okay.
It's okay! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Goddamn.
Shit! Damn.
Damn.
Goddamn.
Goddamn it! I said it was okay! Private Dana's dead.
It's not your fault.
That's the way it goes with men.
They screw everything up.
How would you know? You're an angel.
You all right, brother? Oh, yeah.
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