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Then back on back up Aim it at me

Aim it at me

Next one's in your chest

Ten nine eight.

No, I don't want it seven six five

Three. No.

Two. No. That. One. That.

Okay, so after this, you need 4 A -bolts
and 24 D -bolts.

How fun!

I'm sorry we're stealing your room.

No, look, I'm happy in Jessie's room.

You might have to get me out of here.

Hang on, I'm stuck.

Oh no, I don't know how I feel.

Hey. Hi, Mom.

I miss you.

I miss you, too.

Hey, the nursery's finished. It looks
nice.

Ziya's moving in next week.

The baby's coming.

Yeah. You're going to be a great dad.

You think so?

I know so.

I don't know.

You okay?

weird you know at home everyone thinks
they know what's going on in the

world but you know they don't know shit
we don't know shit oh yeah i don't

mean you don't mean i don't know shit no
i mean me everyone all of us does that

make sense yeah but the military they
they know what they're doing so you're

safe

Just that we were out on patrol.

No idea why we left Jalalabad to begin
with.

I heard some low -ranked Taliban guy.

None of us really knows why we're
sitting ducks for a paper boy, but here

are.

The only people in the cell phones are
rich people and the Taliban.

In the city, cell phones call fathers to
wives.

Up here, they detonate bombs.

You see a guy in shabby clothes with a
Samsung? You shoot him on the spot.

One o 'clock, 250 meters.

Fighting -age male. He's got a phone. I
got him.

He's coming!

Fuck!

Hey! Hey!

What?

It's not your usual we -shoot -you
-shoot thing.

We never see them, and their bullets
aren't anywhere near us.

And the pattern's weird. They wait for
us to shoot so they can shoot at the

time. And we test it.

Like jingle bells with our gunfire. And
so do they.

It's all just the echo off the
mountains.

And we still don't know if they even
fired at us.

Or if they were even there.

I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't have
said anything when I saw the guy. But I

to. It's my job.

You did the right thing.

You probably saved all their lives.
Yeah.

No.

I think you did.

Your gunfire probably scared them away.

Mom, it doesn't work like that.

I'm just saying you did your job. You
did it great.

You should get a medal. I will give you
a medal.

A medal?

Yes. No, I don't deserve a medal.

How's Mr. Fish?

Mr. Fish is great.

Yeah. Take care of him.

We're just sitting here waiting for you.

I think we're going back out there again
tomorrow.

I'm losing it. The Wi -Fi's really
shitty. No, I can see you.

Mom? Yeah.

Hey.

Jesse?

Hey, can you hear me?

Hey, Nan.

What's up?

Hold up a second.

Why do I have to get this done?

The county said I had to let one person
go, and I decided it could be you

because, you know, we're sort of
friends, and I figured you'd understand.

It's a gift card.

My in -laws gave it to me for the gun
range up in the mountains. I know you

don't care for it, but I think it's time
you learned how to shoot these things.

I don't care for it, but...

I appreciate it. You should try it.
Whenever my wife gives me my balls back,

just go up there and I shoot paper
people and I'm the boss again, you know?

Of course, it's still snowing up there,
you know?

Oh, that's good.

What did you do this weekend?

I turned the smoker up to 175 and I'm
marrying some wings and boom, flavored

country. I mean, those wings are
chuggable.

Yeah, Jesse hates wings. He says it's
weird swallowing the flight of all those

birds. Huh.

Yeah, wait, you heard from him?

Yeah, I spoke to him last night. He's
halfway to coming home.

Oh, wonderful.

Well, you get the range, and he won't
come home and find his mama. Still

cat with the guns.

See you, Rick. See you.

No.

I talked to him last night.

Family not coming?

Can we still move in with you?

You married Jesse, you got me too.

Would you like a viewing?

Yeah.

Can

I

touch him?

Of course.

These are boots he was wearing when...
Yes.

Can I keep them?

Um... Oh, no, you should have them.

Also, we have a support group on the
base for surviving family members.

It would be helpful, maybe for the
grieving process.

The bullet was?

Yes.

Where's the bullet?

Well, the folks at Dover who received
Jesse thought it would be more

to leave the bullet inside of him. What
kind?

You know, what caliber.

You did x -rays, right?

Yes, of course, they would have.

It's never very accurate, but the bullet
they think was possibly a

5 .56 NATO, but it's always hard. That's
for an M4 or an M16 or possibly an AR

-15.

American guns, American bullets.

I'm sorry, we don't have that
information, ma 'am.

How do we take it out?

That would have to have been done at
Dover, I'm afraid. You can do it, right?

Technically we can, if authorized by the
next of kin.

It's just, it's unorthodox, ma 'am, to
do this after the deceased has been

prepared.

You want to take it out?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

Why?

Because we need to know what kind it is.

It would be easy to remove the bullet
from the existing wound. It's just

there on the pectoral.

No, we're not cutting into it. It's
insane to cut into it because you are

it. Diana!

Leave him alone.

You're right.

It's fucking crazy you wanted to take it
out.

It's not the right reason.

Jesse wouldn't want it, and I'm like,
you need to be perfect.

It's gone.

He doesn't care about it. Then what's
the harm in just taking it out? I want

out!

I want it out!

Maybe we should... Maybe we should try
to...

The counseling thing.

Support group?

We

want

justice.

It's a fire in our belly.

But judgment?

This no one likes. This we hate.

How can we have justice but no judgment?

And who is the judge?

Me?

You?

If we want justice, we must first ask,
who is the judge?

Okay, Francesca, your share.

I got a letter from the IRS yesterday
saying I hadn't paid enough taxes last

year. I owe $700 and...

$23 still.

I wrote them a letter and I sent them a
copy of my son's death certificate and

said, I already paid.

Anthony would have been 58 last week,
but he was killed in Kuwait by a scud in

91.

Now he's with Jesus and the saints and I
pray for those that killed him.

I pray for them.

Where are you going, ma 'am?

Father, I didn't realize this was the
let's pray for the people who killed our

kids group.

I'd rather drain their fucking blood,
but good for you. Happy for you.

Fuck!

I meant where are you going because it's
the other door.

Are you okay?

Look, was it the Oreos?

Were they stale?

I've been considering getting fresh
donuts, but I work here on the base and

don't have time to go and come back.
It's a whole thing.

Wait, wait.

Came to the wrong meeting.

I know, it's good to talk.

Or just scream fuck.

Fuck!

Fuck!

It's actually pretty good.

Hey. Look, any time, 3 AM, you call me.
I'm probably awake.

Nothing wrong with me.

Big fire in the belly, huh?

Big, big belly fire.

It's regular.

I moved Jesse's body into the visitation
area. It's more comfortable than the

fridge.

I just wanted more time with him.

Would you like the cafe to open?

No.

I don't think there's much time in here.

5 -6 needle.

Cover jacket, lead core.

Hi.

Hey, um, I want you to test the metal on
these floor projectiles against the

safety mask.

You do that, right?

I mean, in theory.

Great. No, no, we don't take walk -ins.

You need an approved work order.

I can give you 5 ,000 cash.

I think it's only like 80, 100 bucks. I
can get it from the bank.

Listen, I can't just accept a lady off
the street with a pocket full of

I just want to kill my kid.

That's what I need.

I don't really know what goes on back
there.

Flipping into Carla, and they're
punching in as a one -off test.

They're not listed.

It's only going to be $80.

Was it a match?

As far as the chemical structure of the
metals go, given the variables, we found

that the discharge bullet had a 73 .9 %
probability match to one of the other

bullets, the one labeled Price 556 NATO
X 412.

93 .9?

That's correct.

that they think is a possibility of
climate change.

I thought you were taking the day to...
Look, I'm sorry. I meant to swing by the

cemetery, but I got up here.

You know, I thought it was perfect that
we were shipping to the same place.

Jesse was sent.

I didn't realize some of our bullets
were going to the enemy, did you?

Look, it's not our fault that the Afghan
soldiers sell the ammo or the Taliban

steals it or whatever the fuck they do
over there, right?

Once the product leaves here, it's out
of our hands. Well, once it leaves here,

it doesn't go to fucking outer space.

We live in a blender.

Taking poetry classes now?

Fuck you. Look, if you want it to know,
all you have to do is look it up.

Sounds like you've figured out how to do
an internet search. I'm pretty sure the

web's been around since the 90s.

Just doing our job.

Just doing our job.

Just making money.

Some of us buying ugly fucking cars.

I worked that machine so I could raise
Jesse.

And his body came back with a little
piece of lead in it, so... What, you

have preferred to raise Jesse on welfare
and your principles?

Shut down this factory so Milos and his
five boys end up on the street? Someone

else make what we're making here so I
can feel good about myself? Fuck that.

Fuck that, all right? I do feel good
about myself, and so did you up until a

week ago.

What the fuck are you doing?

Don't you fucking like that?

You will blow this whole fucking place
up and you with it, man.

Man, we sell contracts, okay, to the
United States government. What the

does with those bullets is on them.

We're the little shits here.

We make metal.

All right? We're not the problem. You
know what the problem is? The

You can't trust them. That's why we make
guns in the first place, right?

Right?

Ash, ignite gunpowder.

Don't you fuck.

It's not you, Nancy.

I guess not.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

It's okay.

You're okay.

You just take your gun.

Shoot some paper, people.

Feel like the boss again.

to open your eyes and take a look around
you. You are living in a broken world.

It's not a just world. It's not a free
world. All of your choices cost you, and

you pay what they want, when they want.
They decide what you're going to eat.

They decide when you're going to eat it.
They decide when you sleep, tell you

how to live, and if we're being honest,
they probably decide when and how you're

going to die.

That's right, Phil.

I'm glad you came.

Uh, I have questions.

Of course.

Jesse's final moments. What was he
doing?

Yeah, okay.

Um, obviously, most of these missions
are classified, but I can't... Whenever

you can.

Okay. So, uh, Jesse Platoon was in the
mountains south of Jalalabad.

It's a region that's typically been a
Taliban stronghold.

And so the platoon was pursuing a
target. Chasing a paperboy.

Excuse me?

Jesse told me there was sitting ducks
chasing a paperboy.

No, it's not what it states here.

Again, obviously I can't go into
specifics. He was there.

That's what he said.

Yes, ma 'am.

The information is classified, so I am
not at liberty to further disclose.

My kid was killed by an American bullet
issued by the U .S. military. Can you

disclose that?

What are you referring to?

The whole system.

Donkeys bringing shit back and forth.
It's untraceable.

I guess you can't blame a donkey.

Do you have a question, ma 'am?

Who fucked up?

Nobody did.

Miss Redfield, no one did.

You're hiding something.

I'm not hiding anything.

Ma 'am, you were asking about classified
information. Your responsibility!

It's yours! I gave it to you!

Pam! No! Stop!

Stop! Stop!

Lower your fire!

Stop resisting.

Miss Redfield, calm down.

It's okay. It's okay.

Come.

What were you planning to do with the
knife?

It was a steak bone.

Sorry, I don't know what the fuck's
wrong with me. I've been sleeping.

What are you hoping to achieve?

You know what's going on.

What is going on, Nancy?

What do you want to know?

We can't hold you.

But we will be making an internal view
to see if this incident should be turned

over to local law enforcement.

And in the interim, your access to the
base has been suspended.

I want to know who killed my kid.

He took on that risk when he decided to
enlist.

I used to shoot like you.

All passion, no target.

You following me up here?

I'm an Eagle member.

I've never seen you here before. Maybe
you're following me.

Maybe you came to the right group after
all.

Looking for a gun younger than you. I
want an AR -15.

Like mine.

Maybe, uh, maybe we go get pizza
instead.

I don't like pizza.

Who doesn't like pizza? You like
burritos?

I fucking hate burritos.

Carne asada? I like carne asada.

Good for you.

Sir?

Please show my friends your 556 carbine.
Absolutely.

That's mine.

The best semi -automatic, best legal
semi -automatic.

New army?

Contractor for the army.

Where you from?

I'm from Price, like you.

Not what you meant.

I live in Sunrise apartment.

No more bold action like your Marlin.

You don't need the cock between shots.

Why don't you go for something like a
Remington double barrel for bird

Glock 19 for safety.

What are you looking for?

Not birds or safety.

It's a lot of power if you're not used
to it.

I want this one.

Why? I want to shoot something else.

She's buying an AR -15.

Just need a driver's license.

I'll give you free lessons, okay?

Why?

Group member rates.

Well, I'm not in your group and I don't
need lessons.

I've seen you shoot.

You need lessons.

Take a box of price.

I can pour one, too.

Four boxes, John, for our lessons?

Is this how you get dates?

I'll buy the ammo for the non -date
lessons I'm forcing on you. Great.

Shoot at the end of a long breath.

All the air is out.

Till there is no air left.

Good. Did you know that gunpowder was
invented by accident?

The Chinese were trying to make a potion
for immortality and made gunpowder

instead.

Perfect.

I lost my son too.

Going hunting now?

What are you hunting?

Mailboxes are full, so probably these
bills are all living in the dark.

Think about moving in next week. Is that
okay?

Yep.

So you're still going to help us?

Yeah. Why won't you look at me?

I did.

No, you didn't. I did when we walked in.

Why don't you look at me now?

For the baby shower, my mom gave me a 15
-pack of Natty Light, so I'm not sure

how much help that's going to be.

And I'm still sleeping in the bathroom
because my stepdad won't stop chain

-smoking. It's the only room with a fan.

So, wait a second.

What is this?

Everything. I want you to have
everything.

The whole house.

I want to fix that door.

You're not going anywhere.

That looks too big for me anyways.

I don't want your money, and I'm not
living here without you.

It's the right thing to do, and I don't
like the house anymore.

I want to live here with you, like we
planned.

The army gave me $18 ,000.

He gave you money for Jesse.

18K.

A grand for every year of his life.
Guilt money.

Shut me up.

It's what his life was worth.

I've thought of every way to look at it,
and honestly, I don't really care,

because it helps me raise this kid.

Cash. Give me your cash. That is what I
need.

You're the person that did the right
thing when Jesse's dad died.

And you were, like, not that much older
than me.

Right? Working full -time with a
newborn.

Your parents were dead by then.

Jesse told me. No, he bragged about it.
Because you were like this superhuman.

Because you fed him and you wiped his
ass and you loved the hell out of him.

you raised a great person and you did it
alone.

I'm right there, man.

Sitting at the exact same spot. And I
don't think I can do this.

Think about what Jesse would want.

Please.

Nice. Now the M9.

High grip into the beaver tail.

Solid trigger to the wall.

Nice. Much better. Again.

Elbows tucked in.

Butt tuck in the bone.

Make sure there's no dark spots in the
skull.

Over here, we shoot for fun, like dark
or cornhole.

Back home when I was a translator, we'd
go into the villages and shoot for

different reasons.

Where's back home?

Excuse me?

Where's back home?

District 8, quiet area of Kabul.

A ball?

Nice neighborhood.

Not a fucking joke.

No. You're Afghani? Afghan is the
correct term.

And the people in the... the poor group
know where you're from?

They know my story, most of it. It
helped people, me being from there.

Your son was a translator?

My son was seven. You said he was a
soldier.

I did not. You must have assumed.

Well, he's on the American side.

Technically, because I was on the
American side.

The Taliban didn't like me working for
the enemy. I was warned.

What happened to him?

A lot of us don't get visas.

I did.

My Theo got me this job, and now I have
the perfect American life.

I love Home Depot and Girl Scout cookies
and Pilates, but I just

wish I could be back home eating cobbly
palau with my son.

You need a wonderful one like me.

No.

No. You said we all want justice.

My justice is a good life here.

You traded your song for America.

Hey,

Dan. Hey, it's Rick.

I get you're, you know, going through
what you're going through, but you, oh,

you fucked my car.

You really did.

So you're fired, and the insurance
company will have questions for you, and

if you get put on business property
again, I will be in my legal right to

And I'm sorry for your loss.

Hey, I'm in your parking lot today.

Follow me up the mountain.

A brony and pineapple.

We were there in this little motel, and
Jesse and I, he was like four or five,

and he takes this leap from my bed to
his, and he misses totally and flies

into the wall, and then there's this
cute little, Ash -shaped hole in the

drywall. It cost me 300 bucks to get out
of there.

Ash -shaped hole in the drywall?

You know, before I die, I want to put an
ash -shaped hole in the drywall. What

was he like?

If you knew how it would go, would you
still...

Me too.

If I could just have one minute with
Arash, this is better than that.

Arash means... It's not... The

first thing in the morning.

I've never thought about explaining this
in English.

Ray. First ray of sunlight.

Nice.

How did it happen?

We were eating food loops.

There was strange food given to me by
the Americans.

And I was looking at my boy.

And then my windows exploded and bullets
lit up my kitchen. One of the

bullets.

Those eyes without life.

I wonder sometimes if I should have
picked sides.

They thought it was the right thing to
do, but working with the Americans cost

my son, so I don't know.

I've not told the story.

How do you know it was the Taliban?

I mean, they warned me.

That's it? That's all you needed? How do
you know it wasn't the Americans?

They'd have no reason to.

They make mistakes all the time.

Friendly fire, bad intel.

It wasn't the Americans.

Well, for all we know, it was the
Americans that shot up your house.

For all I know, you hate the fucking
Americans and the Taliban recruited you

now you're here on some mission. We
think we know everything and we don't

shit. You think I'm Taliban?

I'm just saying it makes fucking sense.

Taliban or not.

Terrorists or not. These are my choices.
You're working with military families.

You're trying to be my friend. Look, I
am here in this country.

Why would the Americans kill my son and
then give me asylum? Does this make

sense to you?

What if it happens again?

It can't happen again. There's no
Taliban here. They're here.

Fucking here!

And why you in America?

Huh?

Why does the translator know so fucking
much about firearms?

Many translators carry firearms. Some of
us have to use them.

You're fucking with me. No.

You gain my trust and then what? What?
Fine.

Nance.

I am Taliban.

Allahu Akbar!

Deep down all we do is we we hate
Americans, and you want all of them to

that's that's That's what you want to
hear If that no no no no hey if that's

you feel pick that up and shoot me go
ahead get your one -for -one People like

you do a much better job of hating
Americans and people like me ever could

I thought that we needed you, and now
I'm starting to think that you need us.

My door is closed to you, Diana.

What? Don't play dumb.

Guy, I did it for years.

You don't think I saw you in town,
spending Jesse's blood money buying that

shiny new car with your new bow?

That new bow is my cousin, who's the
only one who's giving me a hand right

who's the only one who has offered to
drive me to the hospital when I...

water breaks which by the way is gonna
be sometime tonight or tomorrow and

because my cousin doesn't have a car and
my fucking black smoked viewing shit

box isn't working and isn't good enough
for a baby i got a used fucking honda

fit to drive jesse junior home with

Wait. You're calling it, Jessie.

Let me out of here. No. No! Don't be
looking at yourself!

Jessie would be really disappointed in
you.

What happened to Jesse wasn't my fault.

It's not your fault.

Is this what's bothering you? Do you
think that I blame you?

Oh, see you.

Nance, are you in or out? I need to
know.

Nance!

It's my money.

I want to withdraw all of it.

You want to withdraw the total balance?

Yeah.

You can't come in here with that.
There's a sign.

It's my right to carry and it's your
right to refuse service.

But if I come in here anyway, it's a C
-class misdemeanor with a $200 fine.

So, why don't you let me finish and I'll
tip you on the way out.

Just keep it on your shoulder.

Are you sure you don't want to wire
transfer the money for security

No, I have security.

Fifties and hundreds.

Yeah, Diane.

I'll have to do something with Jesse
under the flag.

What'd you get?

Hmm?

Burrito. What'd you get?

Um, chicken.

It'll taste like a fork, so who knows?

Yeah, they're shitty here. Never know
what you're getting.

I'm sorry, do we know each other?

Do you remember recruiting Jesse
Redfield?

Of course.

I was so sorry to hear about your son.

Why?

Excuse me? Why are you sorry?

Just that you lost him. He seemed like a
good kid. No, guilty people say that.

They're sorry.

Look.

Jesse's not the first kid I recruited
who was KIA, and you're not the first

parent to come talk to me about it. Just
the first to do it at Gonga's Grill.

Are you laughing at me?

No, ma 'am.

By the time I came into the office with
Jesse, he'd decided to enlist.

He had a kid on the way and he needed a
job. He could have worked for me, but...

No.

You work for the war machine or you go
to war.

You make burritos.

You should be the kid -making group.

What did you say to him?

Ma 'am, I'm a career counselor, an
employee.

Just do my job.

Just do your job.

I just do mine, he just did his.

You sold my kid like a used car.

You're right, ma 'am.

If my kid dies, I'd probably show up
here, too. It's a nice M9, by the way.

Let me ask you a question, ma 'am.

How'd you feel the day Jesse enlisted?

Yeah.

Proud.

I remember thinking that. Look at this
mom. So proud of her kid.

You were right to be proud, ma 'am.

Why do you think I do this job?

37K a year is my idea of a great life.

When I drink, it's Keystone in a can. I
eat a Gonga.

You think I wouldn't rather be selling,
like, watches or barbecues or something?

Man, I could sell the shit out of
barbecues.

So why am I doing this? Because I love
my country?

Yeah, sure.

No one goes to war for love, man.

I've been over there.

Two tours.

Now I piss in a bag and I'm in the
market for a girlfriend who likes a soft

dick.

Us little guys go to war for three
reasons, ma 'am. One, it's a better job

plumbing. Two,

it just always ends up being us little
guys protecting the big guys.

Three,

you think it was the government?

Who cropped me in the pelvis and killed
three of my friends?

No.

Think some recruiter did it? No. Some
senator? No.

Oh, Taliban, man.

And they celebrated after.

Yeah, we could hear them.

Shouting, laughing.

Fucking evil.

I didn't kill Jesse, man.

Taliban.

Kill Jesse.

And you can bet, man, that those
jihadists threw a party.

I know you don't want to hurt me, Nance.
You had the clean shot I know you can

make.

Ned!

Where's your rifle?

The donut.

You're supposed to bring your fucking
rifle.

Put down the rifle, Nancy.

I killed my kid.

Who's me?

I'm fucking tired.

We're both gonna die one day.

And be with our boys again.

But not yet.

Okay, we're still here for some reason.

Maybe I'm here for you. Just please,
give me the rifle.

Yes. Back up.

Back up!

Aim it at me.

Aim it at me.

Let's move in your chest.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

No, I don't want this.

Seven. Six. I'm not helping you kill
yourself.

Four. Aim it at me. Three.

No. You know that?

What? That!

It's okay.

You don't look at me like that.

Cassidy.

Killed me when you were born.

Milky flesh without a thorn.

Remade me with more love.

Once billows, now above.

To come and scream and leave with open
arms.

Well, spring always follows winter.

The dead fertilize the new.

So I give that life to you.

When you shout out the shoe.

I'll never...

The dead fertilize the new.

And so I give this life to you.

When you shine.

We're back to...