All language subtitles for Over_There_S01E06

Previously on Over There.

Maurice Williams,
private, U.S. Army, a.k.a. "Smoke."

- I'm hit!
- [All Yelling]

They call me Smoke, 'cause if
you mess with me, you get smoked.

I can't see!
[Yelling]

- 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?

- [Man] 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.

- [Moffet] 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.
- [Shouting, Indistinct]

[Barking]

Stay down!

[Shouting In Arabic]

[Arabic]

- What's going on? What's he saying?
- [Arabic]

- 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.

[Tariq Speaking Arabic]

He'd kill any one of us for nothing for
the right to enter heaven, wouldn't he?

[Arabic]

- Wouldn't he?
- [Arabic]

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.
- [Tariq Speaking Arabic]

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-

[Man On TV] 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.

[Man]
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?

[Arabic]

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?

[Arabic]

[Scream] Tell him we hear
the reporter's in his town...

- and we damn well think he knows
what's going on in this town.
- [Woman Shouting In Arabic]

- 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.

- [Arabic]
- [Arabic]

- All right. Calm down.
- She says you're shaming the family.

- What?
- He says you're shaming the family.

[Scream] 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!

- [Arabic]
- 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.
- [Scream] 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?

- [Arabic]
- 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?

[Arabic]
He says no!

- Should we believe him?
- I don't know.

- Do you believe him?
- I don't know!

Dim!

No! No! No!

[Arabic]

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?
- [Angel] 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.

- [Angel] 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!

[Man]
All right, Kentucky!

- Twenty miles ahead.
- [Horn Honking]

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

[Woman Singing]

[Sighs]
More devious bullshit.

- [Tires Screeching]
- [Horn Honking]

[Fades]

Mrs. Frank Dumphy?

No.
[Sobbing]

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?

[Chuckles]
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.

- [Fussing]
- Let's go.

Almost there.

Come on, Tank.
We gotta find Daddy's tool kit.

Take apart some access ramps.

[Farts]

- 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.

[Gunfire]

What happened?

R.P.G. From the corner!
I whacked the muj already.

He was dead before
he hit the ground.

[Shouting, Indistinct]

[Vomiting]

- [Door Opens]
- [Knocking]

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.

[Sighs]
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!

- [Sobbing]
- It's all right. It's all right.

[Woman Singing
In Foreign Language]

[No Audible Dialogue]

[Man]
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.

[Shouting In Arabic]

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.

[Scoffs]

I know what this is about.

[Chuckles]
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.

[Sighs]

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?

[Sighs]
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?

[Chuckles]
Yeah. Sure as shit.

She's gonna have to fight to get
her life back the way she wants it.

[Sighs]
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.

[Sobbing]

They're ready for transmission, soldier.

Five, four, three, two.

Hey, Smoke, how you doin'?

Hey, how y'all doin'?

[Smoke's Voice On Delay]
Hey, how y'all doin'?

[Voices Overlapping]

Hi, Moms.
How ya doin'?

[Smoke's Voice]
Hi, Moms. How ya doin'?

She wanted me to tell you
she loves you, Smoke.

She told me. See?

[Laughter, Applause]

- [Voices Overlapping]
- 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.

[Men Singing, Faint]

- [Continues]
- 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.

[Slow Rock]

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

[Continues]

[Ends]