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What the hell are you doing, kid?
Huh.
Mac.
What's happenin' to me?
What do you think?
Maybe it's...
Maybe it's for the best?
The best?
What the hell are you talking about?
Just 'cause you're dyin',
it doesn't mean you have to end up dead.
Tell me, you ain't gonna make it that easy.
But I...
I- I fucked up, man.
I know, kid.
I know.
Am I gonna be okay?
Not my place, but my gut is telling me...
It ain't your time.
What do we got?
Unresponsive.
Possible overdose.
Checking vitals.
That's my son!
Ma'am, please.
I can't let you back here.
♪ Clap ♪
♪ Clap, clap ♪
♪ Shawty do your thing go and show me these rides ♪
♪ Say yo ♪
♪ Clap ♪
♪ Clap, clap ♪
♪ Shawty do your thing ♪
♪ Go and show me these rides ♪
♪ Say yo ♪
♪ We in the section tonight ♪
♪ It's going down, going down ♪
♪ Clap ♪
♪ Clap, clap ♪
♪ Shawty, do your dance while I'm throwing these rides ♪
Can you get one of these, please?
♪ We sure winning ♪
♪ Oh, we living ♪
It's a 3.15.
♪ Say yo ♪
♪ We in the section tonight ♪
♪ You know it's going down ♪
♪ Say yo ♪
♪ We tryin' to live it tonight ♪
♪ Four shots around ♪
♪ Say yo ♪
♪ Clap ♪
♪ Clap, clap ♪
Where did you say it was?
On the shelf in the back.
♪ Clap ♪
♪ Clap, clap ♪
♪ Shawty, do your thing, go and show me these rides ♪
♪ Say yo ♪
♪ We in the section tonight ♪
♪ It's going down ♪
Good afternoon.
I'm looking to get an oil change?
Jackson, phone call for you.
Lawler, turn that shit off.
What can I help you with, sir?
Just need an oil change.
No problem.
We can do that for you.
Lawler.
Can't, Mac.
Gotta head out early.
Playing a show tonight.
Yeah, fine.
Uh, I can do it for you.
Thank you.
Hello?
Hey, Bobby.
What's up?
Yeah?
Wait.
When?
You're shitting me.
Tonight?
No fucking way.
Are you...
Are you serious?
All right, all right.
Uh, yeah, I'll wrap up here.
I'll be right over.
All right, sounds good.
I'll see you soon.
Fuck yes!
Woo!
Yeah!
That's what I'm talking about.
What's all that yellin' about?
Scott Thompson's coming to our gig tonight.
Who?
Scott Thompson.
The GM of the Cowboys, it's a bar up in Nashville.
They pay like five grand a gig.
We could be signed by the end of the night, man.
Oh, yeah.
Just as long as you all know it ain't like the movies.
Oh, go fuck yourself, Lawler.
You're in the band too.
Don't be late.
I gotta go, Mac.
Where the hell are you going, kid?
To the Raven.
Well, it's two hours till closing.
I know that, Mac, but Bobby's counting on me.
We gotta practise.
Well, fine.
But I can't let you leave early every time
some hotshot from Nashville comes into town
to live Bobby's dream.
That's not fair, Mac.
Come on, it's my dream too.
Is it?
Or is it the money?
Why can't it be both?
What's wrong with wanting a little stability, huh?
You want stability, kid?
Join the fuckin' army.
That's your answer to everything, Mac.
Maybe I will.
Goddamn.
♪ You could say I'm just like anyone ♪
♪ I work a job until the day is done ♪
♪ But that ain't what I'm living for ♪
♪ Yeah, I was meant for so much more ♪
♪ I got to get a better view ♪
♪ That's why I'm thinking maybe me and you ♪
♪ Get lost find a dot on the map ♪
♪ I'll go with you wherever and talk about forever ♪
♪ As long as we're together, I'm in ♪
♪ Let's get lost ♪
♪ Where the stars burn brighter ♪
♪ We're building us a fire tonight ♪
♪ Let's get lost ♪
♪ Grab the bourbon from the back seat ♪
♪ We'll sip and pick a six string tonight ♪
♪ And I wish I may, oh, I wish I might ♪
♪ See a shooting star tonight ♪
♪ Middle of nowhere else to be ♪
♪ But out getting lost with me ♪
Boys, what an amazing fucking show.
Hell yeah.
I need to find Scott.
Relax, little brother.
Just give it five minutes.
You crowd him, you're just gonna scare him off.
Yeah, you'll probably scare him off.
I'm gonna go get us a fucking gig.
Never listens.
That wasn't enough of a rush for you?
Nothing's ever rush enough.
What do you think our chances are?
I wouldn't get your hopes up, Harlow.
But hey, even fat girlies like you sometimes.
Hey.
Way to go, nephew.
Oh, you make your mama so proud.
You were amazing.
Go!
Good God.
Remember when you used to kiss me like that?
You boys sure know how to pull in a crowd.
What ya's drinkin'?
Oh, yeah.
Since I'll probably end up buyin' like usual,
uh, seven Jamesons and a, uh, Luca Mariano Single Barrel
for the missus.
Amy, how you doing, girl?
Slam, the usual?
Yes, ma'am.
He was a no-show.
I told you.
Ah, don't stress it, kid.
How can he say he's gonna come
and then just, like, not show?
No call, no sorry?
I'm sorry, baby.
You can't keep waiting for people.
I mean, hell, I'll get us our own gig.
Statewide tour.
I'll book out the whole damn summer.
That's a great idea.
We can take Lawler's van.
The hell we are.
Yeah, you guys should, you're so good.
Whoa.
Pump those brakes, kids.
Dreams are nice and all, but, uh, at the end of the night,
everyone's gotta wake up to reality.
Your mom and I can't fund your dreams forever.
I don't need you to, John.
I have a job.
Not one where you can make an honest living.
No offence.
Is that what you all think of me?
Just chasin' a stupid dream?
No.
Okay.
I'll see you all later.
Jackson, baby.
Excuse me.
Honest living, huh?
Well, the last I looked,
there are plenty of fuckin' cars that need fixin'.
Asshole.
Tell 'em, Mac.
What?
That wasn't fair.
It's true.
We've been working doubles twice a week
to fund his pipe dreams.
Yeah, and I would work twice as much if he needed it.
You know what, everybody?
I'm feeling a little tired,
so I'm gonna say goodnight, but y'all have fun.
Life ain't ever the way you planned it, Bobby.
I'm not trying to be an asshole,
but, uh, I ain't gonna lie.
I had dreams once too.
Yeah.
Jackson's a hell of a player
but, uh, he ain't your way out of this town.
We'll see.
Hey.
I hate it when John's right.
Who cares what he thinks?
You're so good, baby, and, like, people love your music.
People in this shitty-ass town.
Plus, it's not my dream anyway.
Well, I support you no matter what,
whether you wanna be a rock star or a mechanic
or a garbage man.
What if I was a soldier?
What?
I talked to Mac.
I'm not making enough at the garage.
It'll give us some more money
and plus it'll be more flexible.
Being a soldier is the opposite of flexible, Jackson.
It's not like I'm being a jarhead or anything, it's...
National Guard is like two weekends a month after basic.
It's 40 grand plus benefits.
I'm not gonna get shot at or any-
Jackson.
- No. - I'm serious.
Christy.
I'm serious, babe.
We can make this work.
This is a good idea.
And I promise you, I will not go to Iraq.
But you...
You don't know that.
Because I'm not gonna be one of those girls
who sits at home waiting for a man to return, like, I'm not.
I know.
That's why I have another question for you.
Christy Brown, will you marry me?
I can't believe it.
I get to change my dumb last name?
Is that a yes?
Yes.
Yes, of course.
Mrs. Harlow, Mr. Harlow?
- How's he doing? - John Miller.
What happened to Jackson?
Jackson suffered an overdose.
He's in critical condition.
An overdose?
Because he's non-responsive,
I need parental permission to operate.
Yeah, do it, do whatever he needs.
How fucking dare you.
Excuse me?
Don't play dumb with me.
I know it was your idea.
Joining the army never even crossed his mind before.
Oh, calm down.
No!
Look, I didn't forge his fucking signature, you know?
He came to me for advice.
I advised him.
He's not a child.
That's just the point.
He is a child.
He is my child.
Jackson's a goddamn man for Christ's sake!
He's getting married.
It was his choice to serve his country.
You oughta be proud of him.
Okay, yeah.
Yeah.
How'd that choice work out for you, hmm?
Oh, maybe we should ask Mom.
Oh, wait, we can't, because she left,
stuck me with your sorry ass.
Get the fuck outta here.
Jackson.
Don't worry, baby.
She'll come around.
Just focus on being the man I know you are.
You always know exactly what to say, Mrs. Harlow.
Focus on your training right now, kid, all right?
And blow some shit up for me.
I'll do my best.
You see that blonde out there waving at me?
Pity who's ever her man, she wants the D.
Careful.
That's my wife you're talking about.
Your wife?
Yeah.
Hell yeah.
Hey, don't...
Don't worry, don't worry.
I can't leave my girl anyway.
She's so loyal.
Always stays by my side.
Richard Douglas.
Friends call me Ritchie.
Jackson Harlow.
That's a good name.
On a scale of one to ten, how nervous are you?
Probably an eight, if I'm being honest.
Eight?
If you're an eight, I'm a motherfuckin' five.
Fuck you.
Make that a two.
Get the fuck off now!
Now!
Let's go!
Don't you dare fucking look at me!
Move it, move it that way.
Keep walking, maggot!
Stop eyeballing me.
Move it, move it!
Okay, okay!
Do I fucking look like Oklahoma to you?
Stand up fucking straight.
What the fuck are you looking at?
Eyes forward!
Who the fuck brings a purple suitcase to boot camp?
Open that shit up.
Because I gotta see what goes inside
a fucking purple suitcase.
Open it!
Fuck that.
My recruiter said we could bring whatever we want, sir.
I don't give a shit what your recruiter said.
Your recruiter aint here!
You look like you're banging your sister behind the barn.
Do you enjoy banging your sister, recruit?
No.
No what?
No, I'm not banging my sister.
We don't give a shit who you fuck,
you stupid inbred.
But you sure as fuck will refer to us as Sergeant.
Yes, Sergeant.
Where the fuck did you squirm up from?
Perth, Sergeant.
I know Perth.
Only reason you stop in that shit town
is if your car breaks down.
Yes, Sergeant.
I work at a mechanic shop there, Sergeant.
Of course you do.
Now drop and give me 50.
Yes, Sergeant!
Welcome to basic, ladies.
It's all uphill from here.
Speaking of uphill, we're going on a run.
But before we do that, I'm gonna introduce you
to a little word named inspection.
Inspections are random.
It can happen at any time.
The process is simple.
We say inspection, you strip.
Starting now.
Inspection!
Strip now!
Do it now!
Take it off!
You may not like running, but you're gonna learn to,
'cause in my army, we're as fit as we are lethal.
You look tired, grandpa.
You wanna sit down?
No, thank you, sir.
Sir?
No, thank you, Sergeant!
Are you refusing a direct order?
No, Sergeant!
Breaking ranks, give me 50 pushups
for every fucking year of your life.
Yes, Sergeant!
He has you in your underwear
because this is your last moment as a civilian.
Your final transformation is a useful cog
in the big green machine.
Oh, shit.
What's your name, recruit?
Sam Greene, Sergeant.
Where the fuck are your underwear?
Don't own any, Sergeant.
I prefer to free ball.
I can't see why, but you know what?
So do I.
Now, since recruit Greene prefers to free ball,
you're all gonna free ball.
Tighty-whities off boys.
Now!
Take 'em off!
Hey.
Is it a beer or a whiskey kind of day?
Uh, neither actually.
Well then, what do you want?
Is there some sort of bartender code
where if I tell you something
you're not allowed to tell anybody else?
Hmm, something like that,
unless you're fixing to kill someone,
then I'll have to tell the sheriff.
Right.
Well, um, in that case, I...
Christy, how are you?
Um, I'm fine.
Can I get some water, please?
You don't look fine.
Yeah, let me know if you need a little something
to help out.
I don't need any drugs.
Thank you.
Suit yourself.
Well, you'll be happy to hear
that the tour's finally coming together.
Should have everything lined up
by the time Jackson's back.
I don't think Jackson's gonna go on tour, Bobby.
He has responsibilities now.
We're married.
That's funny.
His idea of responsibilities
is to go off and play soldier.
Leave her here all alone.
Sounds like a perfect husband to me.
Lawler.
Sorry, he's drunk.
We both are.
Well, have a good night, Christy.
It's daytime, Bobby.
Well, so it is.
So it is.
Fuck is up, Tucker?
Everything okay?
Sarge is gonna have your fucking ass
if he finds you out after hours,
which means now he's gonna have mine too.
This has been a lot, man.
Coming out here, you tell yourself
you can do anything when you get here.
You start to question it?
Yeah, I get that.
My dad is real tough with me too though.
He's strict, military.
Yeah, my pops took off when I was young,
but, ooh, my momma was a hard ass.
Still is.
My mom always know how to make everything okay.
Shit, even when she got sick.
She's all right?
No, they had her on a machine,
they gave her some meds, had some surgeries,
but that was just to alleviate things.
Wasn't no cure for what she had.
What was her name?
Viola.
Viola?
That is a beautiful name.
Yes, it is.
Come on, let's get outta here.
All right, we're clear.
Let's go.
You're gonna get me so fucking killed.
Up, up, up!
Let's go!
Get the fuck out of there now!
Let's go!
Move, move, move!
I want two rows and I want 'em now!
Two rows!
Line up!
Who belongs to this?
Shit.
I'm not gonna ask twice.
Sarge, I belong to it, sir.
For some reason, recruit Douglas
got the not-so-bright idea
to smoke after lights out.
Fortunately for his health, I found out...
And I will help him quit.
Unfortunately for his body, that means misery...
Misery for you all.
Get a shovel.
Yes, Sergeant!
You, here.
Yes, Sergeant.
Circle up.
Now!
Circle up.
Bad habits are best left buried.
Start digging.
Six feet.
Are you deaf, son?
I said start digging.
You know what?
I think we're missing something.
Do you know who we're missing, Douglas?
No, Sergeant.
Well, in order for this to be a proper funeral,
we need a name.
A name?
For your cigarette, Douglas.
Name it.
Viola, Sergeant.
Viola?
I'm not sure if you named your cigarette
after a ship or a hooker,
but either way, it's done.
And now we can have a proper burial.
Come on, Douglas, dig faster!
Pretend it means something to you.
That's better be sweat in your eyes
because if you're crying from digging a hole,
then you're not fit to soldier.
This is not a place for mama's boys.
It's a place for men.
You ain't gonna wash out on me, are you, Douglas?
No, Sergeant!
Sergeant!
What is it, Harlow?
Permission to get a shovel, Sergeant.
What for?
To help Douglas, Sergeant.
Permission denied.
Sergeant, I was there with him.
And like you've been telling us since we got here,
he's my brother.
You just might amount to something someday, Harlow.
You got 60 seconds.
Yes, Sergeant.
Sergeant, permission to help.
Granted.
On the battlefield, you will constantly be vulnerable
to indirect fire.
Artillery, mortars, rockets, death from above.
Being able to quickly create cover by entrenching
may save your life.
That's deep enough.
Put this in the middle.
I said the centre.
Try again.
Close enough.
Get out.
Say a eulogy.
Sorry?
What part of your pea-size brain got microwaved
to have you question every fucking thing I say?
Give a fucking eulogy, Douglas.
Um...
It was a good cigarette.
Show some respect.
Her name was Viola, remember?
Viola was good to me and she helped
take the edge off of life's troubles.
She was always there for me when I needed her.
And I'll miss her.
Amen.
Very moving, Douglas.
Training element two, three,
I want you up and ready at 0600.
Dismissed!
Yes, Sergeant!
Not you, Douglas.
Do you really think I'm gonna leave
a six-foot hole on my property?
No, Sergeant!
That's right.
Cover that fucker up.
And I want it as smooth as a pancake.
The operation was a success.
However, he's still in critical condition.
He suffered an anoxic brain injury due to lack of oxygen.
It's common with overdoses.
His last brain scans came back negative.
What's that mean?
He's in a coma.
Without there being any detectable brain function,
the chances of Jackson recovering are less than one percent.
No.
There's nothing more we can do for him here.
Okay, if you...
If you can't do anything for him, then, um, then who can?
Who...
The VA?
Jackson's a veteran.
Think about this for a second.
Florida's fucking far.
Stop.
If you're saying what I think you're saying,
just don't even start.
Hell now, I'm getting in trouble for things
I ain't even done yet.
Well, what, you think I'm wasting my time?
What...
Is this about the money?
'Cause that'd be so fucked up, John.
It's not about the money.
We'll cover the trip.
I'm worried you're just prolonging the inevitable.
Look, I wasn't there for him when he needed me before,
and that is not gonna happen again.
Well, I...
There he is!
Hey, John.
It's good to see you.
- Welcome home, nephew. - Hey.
Thank you.
- Oh. - Did you miss me?
Oh, well, a little less now.
Hey, Mama.
I'm home.
Well, go wash up.
Dinner's almost ready.
It's okay.
Yeah.
Oh, you...
Oh, come on.
You know it's messy.
Oh, Mac, I gotta say, I'm a little disappointed.
I didn't get to blow anything up.
I just, uh, ran endless miles and dug a bunch of holes.
Really?
Huh?
I guess things changed a lot in 50 years.
Guess so.
Yeah, what are all those ribbons for, Jack?
Means he didn't got his dick blown off in basic.
Hmm.
That's not funny.
Jackson worked his butt off for those.
Well, I thought you'd earn them for valour,
you know, like in Iraq.
Are you going to Iraq?
Thankfully, no.
The guard only sends over people that, uh, request it.
So I'm not going anywhere anytime soon.
Well, and that's a good thing too because Daddy Jackson's
gonna have his hands full in about seven months.
I knew it!
I knew it.
There's one soldier who's not shooting blanks.
How about that?
Congratulations.
Welcome to dadhood.
You'll never sleep another night.
It's what I've been told.
But hell, I'm not the one pregnant.
You got anything stronger than beer, John?
Or did you, uh, drink it all?
I drank it all.
Which is a problem 'cause I got a prostate
the size of a watermelon.
Oh, no.
Take a break, Mama.
I can do it.
No, I got a system.
I know you have a system.
I learned it from the back of a wooden spoon.
Mama, how long are you gonna stay mad at me
for joining the Guard?
I need your support in this.
All I wanna do is support you.
But I have seen where this ends.
My mama was a wife of a soldier,
and it changes everything.
I don't wanna end up raising your child.
I need another beer.
You gotta stop punishin' the kid.
You can punish me if you want,
but not him.
He's as scared as you are.
But nothing bad has happened.
But he's about to have a baby.
The boy needs his mother.
You're the last one who should be lecturing me, old man.
Stubborn woman.
Thank you, thank you.
I know we just took a break but fuck it,
we're gonna take another one.
We'll be right back, thanks.
There he is.
Hey, man.
Good to see you.
Pull up a chair.
Ritchie, this is Bobby.
Jackson's battle brother.
Nice to meet you.
My brother Lawler.
Battle brothers?
More like fuck brothers, right?
It's good to see you too, Lawler.
Blah, blah, blah.
Where's Amy at?
What the hell, boys?
Get your ass back up there!
Give us a break, Amy.
Or, you know, pay us.
Taking five to say hi to an old friend.
Hi, Amy.
Jackson!
I didn't know you were back in town.
Oh, wow.
You look good in green.
Oh, thank you.
Would either of you fine soldiers like a drink,
on the house?
Your town.
What are we drinkin', Bobby?
Uh, let's do two Luca Marianos and a well whiskey.
And what would you like, Ritchie?
Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Let me guess.
You know what 50 Cent says, right?
Henny for my nigga!
I'll be right back.
I gotta take a piss.
He's jokin'.
Yeah, that's, uh, that's just Lawler, man.
Yeah, it's real fucking funny.
I need a smoke.
Sorry about that.
Yeah.
Well, it's good to see you, Bobby.
See you around.
Yeah, I'll see you in a bit.
You know, maybe it's time I try one of those.
Fresh out.
You're really this pissed about a joke?
I just don't get it.
You're right, you don't get it.
Wait.
Are you pissed at me?
Yeah, Jackson.
I'm fuckin' pissed at you.
I'm pissed at Lawler.
I'm pissed at this whole goddamn country,
if you really wanna know.
Then why are you servin' it, huh?
Explain that to me.
I don't think you would understand.
Oh, you don't think I'd understand?
No, I don't.
What wouldn't I understand, huh?
What makes your problems so special, Ritchie?
Huh?
I mean, I get it, I'm sorry your momma passed away.
Well, my daddy left me when I was a little kid,
and I'm about to be a father myself.
If that's what you understand,
I'm somebody's child too, Jackson.
You get that?
I'm fighting for my daddy who's in a wheelchair right now
because they serviced every other soldier
before him in Kuwait.
Oh, and his daddy, who's in an unmarked grave
somewhere in Europe because some officer
didn't think a dead nigger was worth
getting shipped home alongside white soldiers.
And I thought I was fighting for you too.
You were supposed to have my back in there, man.
You're supposed to be my brother.
I do have your back, and I am your brother.
My brother woulda knocked his ass out tonight.
Why?
Because of a stupid fucking joke?
It wasn't a joke to me, Jackson!
Do you understand that?
People that look like me have to fight
for every single fucking ounce of respect-
Oh, don't give me that bullshit!
Don't give you that shit?
Yeah.
That's how respect works!
You have to fight for it.
You have to fuckin' earn that shit!
Nobody just fucking gives it to you.
Sergeant gave it to me.
Finally.
You know what he did right after we passed basic?
What?
He walked up to me right before we got on the bus,
he didn't even say nothin'.
He just handed me a cigarette.
Shit, he even gave me his lighter.
I earned his respect, finally.
Finally.
You know my momma passed away three weeks before basic?
And I will never forget what she said to me
when I told her I joined.
She said, "Men always wanna jump up to protect somethin',
but who's protecting them?"
And I watched her fight for her life every fuckin' day.
So it makes sense I wanna save everyone else's, right?
Even if they don't want it.
So yeah, I'm fightin' for my daddy,
I'm fightin' for his daddy, I'm fightin' for you,
and I'm even fightin' for little punk-ass bitches
like your boy Lawler in there.
'Cause ain't that what love is?
Fuck, I'm sorry, man.
I got your back from here on out, all right?
Hooah.
All right, ere we go.
I think that's it.
Babe, I think I got it.
Jackson.
You'd think they'd make these things easier-
Jackson!
What?
You promised me.
You promised me that you'd be here to raise our child,
you promised me that you wouldn't leave.
They're expanding the campaign in Iraq.
It's not optional anymore.
I did promise you.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
I know.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
Come here.
- I'm sorry. - I know.
It's gonna be okay.
We're gonna figure this out, we're gonna be okay.
We're gonna be okay.
This is for you, Dad.
Hey.
I guess Mac will have to repaint the crib pink, huh?
No, he won't.
Our little girl's a badass, she'll love it just fine.
Yeah, she will.
Do me a favour and hold on to this for me while I'm gone?
Yeah.
Of course.
I love you two so much.
I'm gonna miss everything.
No, you won't.
Don't say that.
You'll be back to raise her right alongside me.
Yeah.
I'll be back before you know it.
Before I know it?
Mm-mm.
I better know exactly when you're coming back, okay?
Yes, ma'am.
Oh, I'm gonna miss you, man.
Hey, just don't get your arm blown off, all right?
You can still play guitar with one leg.
All right, Bob.
I'll do my best.
I love you kiddo.
Now, listen.
Keep your head down, do your job.
Now you're already a soldier, so don't be a hero.
All right?
Yes, sir.
Oh, Mom.
I love you.
I love you, too.
I'm gonna miss you.
I'll miss you, too.
I raised you to follow your convictions,
so, Jackson, I'm so proud of the man you've become.
You just, you promise me that you're gonna come home, okay?
Mama-
No, I just...
I don't need you to mean it.
I just need to hear it.
Okay.
I promise.
Okay.
Yeah.
I'll skip the pleasantries, Mrs. Harlow.
I've reviewed your son's chart and I don't-
Sorry, uh, if this is the temper-your-expectations speech,
you can just save it.
I know that my son is there.
My expectations are nothing short of a full recovery.
I understand.
And I've heard of the lengths
you've gone to to help your son.
But facts are facts-
Okay, let me just stop you right there, doctor.
I've heard every variation of give up
from doctors, from friends, even from family.
Let me ask you, you work with soldiers.
How many of them just give up?
I hear what you're saying.
I wish I could fight for every single one.
Please doctor, then you help me.
Please, help me fight for him.
Help!
All okay in there guys?
Room clear?
Clear!
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I think I killed a baby.
I think I just killed a baby.
Alpha 3, give me a status report.
I think I just...
Hey, look at me, you can't think like this.
I just killed a-
- It's not your fucking fault! - Jackson, that's a fact!
- That's not your fault! - It's a baby, Jackson!
- Alpha 3, is the building clear?
Can I get a fucking goddamn minute?
For fuck's sake!
Fuck!
Jesus!
This is Alpha 3, building is secure.
Five enemy KIA.
Alpha team is good.
We are movin' out.
All right.
Let's go!
I just killed a fucking baby.
I just killed a fucking baby, man.
That's a fucking baby, man.
I just killed...
- Yes, I did. - You did not do that.
- That's not your fault. - Yes, I did.
We have to move on.
They didn't say anything about a baby, Jackson!
I know!
They didn't say anything about a baby!
I fucking know that!
But I gave you the order,
you need to pull yourself the fuck together
right fucking now!
All right, soldier?
Look at me!
Dig fucking deep!
We have to move the fuck on!
All right?
Come on!
Let's go!
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
You used to always ask me if it was a whiskey
or beer kind of day.
Do we even need to ask anymore?
That's not what you said.
You're not holding up your end of the deal.
This shit takes time, you gotta be patient.
I'm not a very patient person.
Give me a minute.
Why, it's Mrs. Harlow.
How goes it?
Who's the new girl?
Uh, Marissa.
She's just a friend.
Works for the pops down at Middle Lane Pharmacy.
She's Mr. Bill's daughter?
Uh-hmm.
Hi, I'm Christy.
Hi, Christy.
So, how's our little soldier doing?
Honestly, I don't know.
We were supposed to Skype today
but working the time difference
sort of messes everything up.
Well, that sounds about right.
I am sorry that the tour didn't work out.
Yeah, Bobby's taking it pretty hard.
I tried to tell him it was a dead end,
he just doesn't listen.
Maybe it's a good thing Harlow left.
He didn't leave.
He was called away, he was just following orders.
All right.
Whatever you say.
You look like hell, though.
No offence.
I'm fine.
Sure you are.
If you ever want something a little stronger,
help make you feel better,
give me a buzz.
Damn it, Simpson, one more curl and them puppies will pop.
Deflate smaller than your dick,
we all saw it at fucking basic.
Yeah, coming from the guy saving the hajis money on ammo.
Smoke another cigarette.
Those goat fuckers won't have to kill you.
Oh, that's my plan.
I'mma wear a big Iraqi sign that says,
"Don't shoot me, I have lung cancer."
Think those fuckers even know what lung cancer is?
Even cavemen know what cancer is, dumbass.
You guys should shut the fuck up.
And for fuck's sake, how could you be joking around
with the shit we've went through, huh?
Why are you such a fucking retard?
And why don't you do another curl,
fucking practising jerking other dudes off, faggot?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Yo, what the fuck's your problem, man?
Touchy, damn.
I'm trying to talk to my fucking wife.
Internet's not fucking working.
Fuck!
Hey, it's just blue balls, man.
Mm.
What did we say about talking about other guys' wives?
That's off fucking limits.
Say another word, motherfucker.
Go fuck yourself!
- Hey, hey, hey! - Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Hey, hey! - Get off!
Get off!
Guys, guys!
Shit!
Calm down!
Six weeks just turned to six more months in this shithole.
We're fucking fucked!
Active duty just got extended.
Shit!
What the fuck is this?
What the fuck?
Christy is gonna kill me.
Fuck.
And I thought that was a gift.
Um, no question, you know, uh...
Hang on, says, look...
This is what the troops signed up for.
Oh, it isn't, it isn't.
You know, it seems to me that...
I know you fought so hard your whole life.
But...
I just, I need you to fight a little while longer.
Please.
Oh, Jackson.
I'm so sorry.
I know we haven't always seen eye to eye,
but, you know, you always gave me the strength to go on.
So you know, right now, I'm giving you all my strength
'cause I know that you are still here.
And I know you're gonna be okay.
I know you're gonna be okay.
Does anyone know where the fuck that's coming from?
That fucking shit.
Check, again.
Fuck!
Don't be a hero.
Harlow, what the fuck!
Jackson.
Hey, Jackson, can you hear me?
Can you hear me, baby?
Oh.
Oh, my God, thank you, God.
Thank you.
Doctor!
Doctor, come quick, doctor.
You're okay.
You're okay, you're okay.
Hi, baby.
Hi.
Hey.
- You're okay. - Can you hear me?
Doctor, I told you my boy would fight
if you gave him a chance.
Oh, thank you.
- Thank you, doctor. - I'll be right back.
Oh, baby.
Where's, uh, Christy?
Where's Katie?
Oh, um...
Why aren't they here?
I don't know, honey.
She was supposed to be here.
I went by the house earlier
and there was no answer.
I didn't wanna be late myself.
You know, she's been really overwhelmed lately.
She's been leaning a lot less on me
and more on her mother.
But we'll stop by the house one more time.
All right?
You and me.
And the rest of the family will be working on the spread
that your mother's been preparing since this morning.
We'll pick up the girls and we'll head out back
for a nice welcome home dinner.
All right?
Come on, let's go.
Okay, Mac.
Any advice, Mac?
Stick to cars, less complicated.
Yeah.
You want me to wait?
No.
My car's here, which means she's here.
So...
I'll see you at dinner tonight.
Wish me luck.
Good luck, kid.
Christy.
Hey, Christy, are you okay?
Christy?
Wake up.
Are you okay?
What's going on?
Hey.
Jackson?
Yeah.
But you're not supposed to be back until Wednesday.
It is Wednesday, Christy.
What's going on here?
Where's Katie?
She's with, uh, my mom.
But you weren't supposed to be back until Wednesday.
Yeah.
What?
Why weren't you there today?
Let me get, uh, Katie from the crib.
Oh, she'd love to see you.
Yeah, you do that.
Gloria.
It's Jackson.
Yeah, I am.
Well, thank you.
Um, listen, is Katie there?
Don't say anything, I just-
Yeah, I'm here now.
Did you know what she was doing
when she asked you to watch my daughter?
She was getting high, Gloria.
Jackson.
She was getting high.
Jackson.
Listen, I'm coming to get my daughter.
You should probably do the same.
Jackson.
Wait.
Wait, Jackson.
No, don't.
Don't go.
Jackson.
No.
Oh...
Dinner's getting cold.
Can we start without him?
Damn it, John.
Give the kid a minute, will ya?
Sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Jackson, everything okay?
Yeah, yeah, roger that.
I'm sorry.
Honey, what are you doing?
I can't get 'em clean.
Okay, okay.
You know what?
You know what, baby, baby, they look clean to me.
Yeah?
Okay, come on.
Everyone's waiting on you.
Let's go eat.
Okay.
Huh?
Here he is, everybody.
So, let's eat.
So, Jackson, did you...
Kill any terrorists over there?
I'd...
Rather not talk about that, if that's okay.
Um...
It's over now.
And, uh, I think...
I think I'd just like it if everything, you know,
went back to normal, if that works for everyone.
Copy that, soldier.
Normal it is.
I'm just proud to be sharing a table
with a real American hero.
Please don't call me that.
We, uh, got some fireworks for tonight.
Celebrate your safe return.
That'll be fun.
Titans lost again.
What else?
Normal...
Mega Millions jackpot went for 370 mil.
Normal.
John's still an asshole.
I'll say cheers to my son's safe return.
Cheers.
Hi, this is Christy Harlow.
I'm not here to take your call.
Please leave a message.
Morning.
How's Katie?
Um...
She's still a little shaky.
Almost like, uh, she's scared of me.
Ah, give it time.
When I came home from war,
your mom wouldn't come near me
for the first month I was back.
She kept calling me the stranger.
You all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Letter came for you.
Jackson,
when you went away, it was like my heart stopped beating.
I just could not handle being alone with a newborn.
I'm sorry and...
I'm lost.
I have no idea what my life has become.
And I'm not good for you right now.
Always know that you are my hero.
Love, Christy.
She's gone, Mac.
Well, sometimes you gotta let 'em go.
If it's meant to be, uh, she'll find her way back.
She's not coming back.
So, how's business?
Uh, slow.
Ever since the plant moved south, it's, uh,
like a ghost town around here,
but I got a mechanic that quit.
So, uh, I got a few extra shifts.
Yeah.
I really appreciate that, Mac.
Anything I can do to help, kid.
You got some more work to do or you able to take a ride?
I got something to do.
It's kind of important.
Yeah, sure.
Thanks, Mac.
You did the right thing, kid.
Thanks, Mac.
Specialist Jackson Harlow, welcome home.
I know it's been a long road.
Before we begin, can I get you anything?
My dog tags.
And what power would you say they hold over you?
I feel naked without 'em.
I'll see what I can do.
You've had quite a journey.
I'm curious...
What kept you going?
I made a promise to my mama.
Sounds like a good reason.
Didn't really have a choice.
Sometimes the choices we make bring us
down a path we never see coming.
When you came back, instead of facing your fears,
you stopped fighting.
I don't think you need to worry about that, doc.
I have a lot of people to fight for.
I just don't give a fuck about myself.
That's okay for now.
We'll work on it.
We all have to learn how to love ourselves
just as much as we do with those closest to us.
Good luck, doc.
It's not about luck.
It's about how much work you're willing to put in.
It's about how far you wanna see yourself grow.
Does that make sense to you, Jackson?
Well, I appreciate the optimism.
This ain't the first time I've been fucked up
and needed help.
And?
See, that's the thing, doc.
Same person that helped me before,
is someone that fucked me up this time.
Bobby.
Where's the money you promised me last week?
I'm not a fucking bank.
Just 'cause you're Lawler's brother
doesn't mean you get this shit for free.
Well, I was thinking-
Who's that?
That's Specialist Jackson Harlow.
He used to run with us in the band.
In fact, he's the second most talented guy
we've ever had come out of this town.
That is, until he went and signed himself away
to the fucking government.
I like soldiers.
Oof, married too.
Was married, but if you ask me-
Bobby, shut up and introduce me to your friend.
Jackson, this is-
I'm Marissa.
Hi.
I'm Jackson.
Nice to meet you.
Oh, well then...
It's good to have you back.
And you seem happy to be back.
But listen, I'm sorry to hear about your friend.
Amy, can we get a couple of shots for...
What was the name again?
All right, coming up.
Make that three, baby girl.
Get down!
The fuck, Jackson!
Get off!
It's okay.
It's okay, breathe.
I'll take care of him.
It's okay.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
I gotta get out of here.
- I gotta get out of here. - Let's get you out of here.
Come on.
Hey.
It's okay.
- You're gonna be all right. - I know.
It's just...
Hard, I know.
Here.
Take this.
This will help.
I got you.
My dad and I are pharmacists,
so consider me a doctor...
And your medicine.
Does the doctor need a ride home tonight?
I wasn't planning on going home tonight.
What's your address?
Here, you left that at the bar.
This is nice.
Sorry, we can...
We can go somewhere else.
Tell me something.
Tell you what?
Do you always freak out when shit breaks,
or is that a more recent development?
It's a little more recent.
I mean, when I first got back,
my family got these fireworks to celebrate,
and when they went off, I went off.
Other than that...
That's like PTSD, right?
Like, wake up in the middle of the night
screaming kind of thing?
I mean, yeah, that's...
That's part of it.
But there's also something else.
You see, when...
When you're over there, you're always on edge.
You're always alert, on the lookout for...
For a roadside bomb or a shooter in the second-story window.
And that's good.
That's a good thing.
That's what keeps you alive.
Always on edge?
Always on edge.
That's a good way to say it.
But when you come home...
That's still there.
And it never stops.
It never fucking stops.
It doesn't go away.
You're driving, just driving down the road,
it doesn't go away.
The bar, it doesn't go away.
It just doesn't fucking go away.
My head, just won't fuckin' stop.
I just want it to stop.
I just...
I just want it to stop and it won't stop.
Hey, have you heard from Jackson?
He was supposed to pick up Katie two hours ago.
I haven't.
I'm worried about him.
Oh, I'm sure you got nothing to worry about, darling.
What do you say about date night tonight?
Go to Alfonso's.
Been a while since we had a night to ourselves.
Yeah.
Yeah, sure.
Come on!
Hey, hey, hey.
It's just us.
Breathe.
Try this, this will help.
I'm sorry.
Here, come here.
You need anything else, Mac?
I'm all finished for the night.
Well, is it closing time already?
Damn.
Well, nah, go ahead.
It's all good.
Sounds good, Mac.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Hey, kid.
How you doing?
I mean, with everything?
I'm fine.
I know it ain't easy.
Now, that guilt you got inside of you will tear you up.
And I taught you how to push it down
just like any soldier...
And move on.
Okay?
So...
But I'm here for you, all right?
If you need to talk, I'm here for you.
Thanks, Mac.
I appreciate that.
I love you, kid.
Now get out of here.
Copy that.
Mac, you all right?
Mac?
Mac!
Damn it.
Jackson, you okay?
I'm fine, Mama.
You want me to take you home?
Uh, I just need a minute.
Thank you.
I told you, don't be a fucking hero.
What about the fucking job you promised?
Are you gonna live off your mommy
for the rest of your sad fucking life?
And why don't you ever give me fucking flowers?
I work my fucking ass off while you sit around here
like a loser feeling sorry for yourself!
Jackson!
Are you listening to me?
What?
I'm leaving!
I don't do cheap drugs.
Do you not see what you've become?
Look at this place!
Where are you gonna go?
Far away from you!
You're like a disease.
You're making everyone fucking sick.
I'm done giving you second chances.
You motherfucker.
You useless piece of shit!
Where the fuck are you gonna go, huh?
Where are you gonna go?
What are you gonna do?
Huh?
You're gonna hit me?
Fucking hit me!
Come on, hit me!
Hit me so...
You can't even hit me.
You're pathetic.
Come for me again and I'll fucking kill you.
No wonder your wife left you,
you sad excuse for a man.
Fuck!
Please don't fucking kill her!
Fuck!
We're sorry.
The number you have reached is not in service.
Please check the number or try to call again.
I got you.
There you go.
What the fuck?
Hey, don't talk.
Just breathe.
There you go.
There you go, wet your whistle.
The hell you find me?
Only mechanic shop in Perth.
Although it seems to be closed now.
Been sitting in my van the last two days waiting for you.
Why?
Well, since I retired, I've been travelling cross-country
to visit different grave sites of fallen soldiers I trained.
I figured you could show me
where Corporal Douglas might be.
Show my respects.
It's all my fault.
Bullshit.
Your brother died so you could live.
What if I don't wanna live anymore, huh?
What if I'm tired of living, Sarge?
I wasn't trained for this.
You didn't fucking train me for this!
You turned me into a killer!
You turned me into a fucking killer!
No.
Yes!
No, I didn't turn you into a killer.
I taught you how to fight.
I don't wanna fight anymore.
I am done fighting.
Boo-fucking-hoo.
The fight never ends, son.
And you're trying to hang yourself?
That don't make the pain end.
It just pushes it on to somebody else,
'cause you're too pussy to keep fighting.
Look at me.
Look at me!
Yes, Sarge.
I didn't train no pussies.
Start digging, soldier, and dig fucking deep.
Nothing else, you can tell 'em,
I trained you how to dig.
Yeah.
You can definitely tell 'em that.
We're soldiers, Harlow.
We keep fighting till we get killed,
not till we kill ourselves.
And it's gonna sound dumb to you, but...
You're one of the lucky ones.
You made it back.
Now, the...
The fight's not over.
It's just...
It's just different.
Find Corporal Douglas buried in a cemetery outside Dunlap.
Do me a favour, Sarge.
Pops lives a couple miles away.
Could you stop by?
He loves hearing the...
That digging story.
Yeah.
Thanks, Sarge.
Hey.
Let me give you a lift home.
I'm sorry.
Mama, I need help.
I got you.
I got you, it's gonna be okay.
I'm sorry.
No.
- No. - I'm sorry.
No.
Shh.
Hey, I love you.
Thanks Mama, I know it's a mess.
You're welcome, baby.
Baby, where all these pills come from?
Marissa.
I'll never understand how that girl came in your life.
Yeah, yeah.
Bobby introduced us...
After I got back from Iraq.
I didn't realise her and Lawler
were peddling this shit together.
I gotta go.
What?
Jackson.
Hey, where are you going?
Hey.
Hey!
Hey, don't you forget tomorrow's Katie's birthday.
I swear I'm getting the fuck out of here.
Oh, where are you gonna go?
You're gonna leave me behind?
It depends if you're coming with me or not.
The hell?
What the fuck do you want?
What the fuck, Harlow?
Okay.
You really wanna do this?
Okay then.
What the fuck are you doing?
He sold drugs to my wife.
Is that true?
Jesus Christ.
She needed a little pick-me-up, all right?
She was upset.
She needed a break from life,
and you weren't here to give it to her, soldier boy.
I was.
I was here to give it to her.
Where the fuck were you...
Stop!
You're gonna fucking kill him!
Fucking shit.
You left your wife.
You left your friends.
Should've died out there with your fucking nigger.
Get the fuck off me!
Let me go!
That's my brother!
Get the fuck out of my way.
That's enough.
Get the fuck out of my way, Bobby.
Now.
Fuck him up.
Yeah.
Crawl away, you fucking coward.
You're pretty good at that, aren't you?
Get the fuck out of here.
You come to my house, start something you can't finish.
Get the fuck out of here.
Get the fuck out.
Come on.
Get the fuck out.
Stay the fuck away from my family.
Stay away from Bobby.
Stay the fuck away.
You fucking pussy.
Have a nice life, Harlow.
Come on.
Leave him!
Jackson, wake up!
I need my shit!
Wake the fuck up!
I need my shit.
Wake up.
Fuck, yeah.
Baby, I was the best thing you had going for you.
Shit!
You wanna do anything special
for your birthday today?
Um...
Like presents?
Ooh, presents?
All right.
You wanna go to the park maybe?
Yeah.
You want anything else?
Hmm, that's it.
That's it?
Okay.
Well, maybe I'll make you a cake too.
You like one with Nerds on it?
Yeah.
Teresa.
Katie.
Good morning.
Is my son here?
No.
Sorry.
His car is here.
Yeah.
I mean, yes, he's here, but he's sleeping,
and I'd hate to wake him.
Hmm, well, it's his daughter's birthday,
so I bet he'd wake up for her.
He's not feeling very well right now.
I'd give him an hour or two.
Okay, well, you know, Katie will make him feel better.
Why don't you let us in?
You can't come in right now.
Oh, my God, Jackson.
Jackson.
Jackson!
Honey.
Oh, my God.
No!
Call 911!
Somebody!
Somebody help me!
Baby.
Oh, shit.
Baby.
Jackson, you're going home.
How do you feel about that?
Happy.
A little nervous.
Nervous?
I keep having this dream.
I made it back, and I'm almost home.
And I see my daughter running toward me off in the distance.
But something doesn't feel right though.
I start to run to try to get her,
and just when...
Just when I get there...
I watch her die over and over and over again.
What do you think this dream is telling you?
I got no fucking idea, Doc.
It's not meant to save everyone.
You may be not been able to save that little girl's life.
Right now, we have the chance
to save your daughter's life.
Look at the positives.
I can try but...
Something keeps holding me back.
I, uh...
I don't know.
What if the dream just means...
Even though I keep trying, I'm always gonna fail at the end?
You can look at it that way,
or you can find a way to overcome your fear
and all of these thoughts.
Find a way to uphold who Jackson Harlow truly is.
Jackson's being discharged next month.
Well...
Maybe we can drive down together.
I can't.
Working overtime, busting my ass
to pay off his hospital bills.
Well, can you set up his room for when we get back?
He's coming here?
Yeah.
He's coming home.
Honestly, how do you plan on babysitting
both Katie and Jackson?
What the hell kind of thing is that to say?
I mean, I'm his mother.
I'm just saying it's gonna be a lot of work.
That's all.
He's coming home.
This ain't a negotiation.
The boy has problems.
He doesn't know how to relate to people.
He has PTSD.
That is a condition, and it can be treated.
He just...
He just needs some time to heal.
It's gonna be a strain on the family.
What happens if he comes home and you can't handle it?
What then?
He's not the young dreamer you let leave for the war.
Oh, don't you give me that crap.
I didn't want him going and you know it.
But he went, came back, and became a drug addict.
Instead of always defending him,
why can't you realise he's a danger to himself and to us?
He is my son, and I am not leaving him in some home.
You know, the same character and pride
that motivated him to join
is gonna be exactly what helps him heal
and overcome now.
I don't want the boy here.
I won't allow the boy here.
I'm sorry.
But I have to put my foot down.
Well, this ain't your house, so you get out.
Hello?
Are you okay?
I'm okay.
How are you?
I'd love to see you and speak in person.
Where are you?
I'm outside.
I'll be right out.
For the record, your mom told me not to come.
I can leave if you'd like.
You can stay.
You don't look so bad.
What were you expecting?
I don't know.
A little more mangled-looking maybe.
I heard what Lawler did.
And I'm sorry.
I should have been here.
I came because I have something to tell you.
Something important.
Can you just look at me for a second?
You're still the bravest man I know.
When I left, I'd...
I'd always hope we'd find our way back to each other.
It's stupid, but when I was gone, I'd...
I'd always be asking myself WWJD.
What would Jackson do?
Oh, Christy.
You always knew exactly what to say.
Come here.
It is good to see you.
You've seen our daughter?
Yeah.
She's so big.
Yeah, she is.
She looks more and more like her mama every day.
I'm glad you're out, Christy.
Now, uh...
Before we part ways,
is there anything else you'd like to speak on?
Keep getting these, uh...
These headaches.
Uh, every morning when I wake up,
it feels like a bomb went off inside my brain.
Would you like to medicate that?
No, no.
Drugs just mask the pain.
And what's behind this pain, Jackson?
Shit!
Fuck!
Come on.
No!
We gotta get home.
Shit, come on.
Harlow, don't you quit on me.
You look like fucking shit.
Harlow?
Medic!
Fuck!
Ritchie!
Fuck!
Medic!
Ritchie!
Wake up, goddammit!
Ritchie!
No.
Get me a fucking medic!
Ritchie, don't you die on me, goddammit!
Goddammit!
Fuck!
Guilt.
We were taught never to leave cover,
but I thought I could save that little girl's life.
Instead my best friend's dead because of me.
Whoa, wait.
Reverse roles.
If Ritchie had to leave cover
'cause he had to try to save that child,
would you do the same thing?
Of course.
Why?
Because he was my best friend.
He was my brother.
Would it matter if he left cover?
No.
Exactly.
Trying to save that little girl's life
is what you had to do to live with yourself.
Ritchie did what he had to do
so he could live with himself.
Why don't you try to forgive yourself, Jackson?
Forgive yourself.
♪ Ain't no such thing as a new road ♪
♪ In your rearview mirror ♪
♪ You ain't the first to look behind ♪
♪ And watch it disappear ♪
♪ Ain't no such thing as a new moon ♪
♪ Somebody already seen it from here ♪
♪ Ain't no such thing as a new road ♪
♪ In your rearview mirror ♪
♪ Ain't no such thing as a new love ♪
♪ Laying in your bed ♪
♪ You ain't the first to whisper words ♪
♪ Somebody already said ♪
♪ Ain't no such thing as new-plowed earth ♪
♪ On a honeymoon after you wed ♪
♪ Ain't no such thing as a new love ♪
♪ Laying in your bed ♪
♪ And there ain't no new way of crying ♪
♪ But way down deep you hurt ♪
♪ You ain't the first to pick yourself up ♪
♪ Brush away the dirt ♪
♪ Ain't no such thing as a new star ♪
♪ Hanging in the night ♪
♪ You ain't the first to wish you may ♪
♪ Nor the first to wish you might ♪
♪ There ain't no milk in the Milky Way ♪
♪ The Great White Way ain't white ♪
♪ Ain't no such thing as a new star ♪
♪ Hanging in the night ♪
♪ Ain't no such thing as a new way ♪
♪ Coming into this life ♪
♪ You ain't the first to leave your home ♪
♪ Make your mother cry ♪
♪ There ain't no new way of dying ♪
♪ It'll come like a thief in the night ♪
♪ Ain't no such thing as a new way ♪
♪ Coming into this life ♪
♪ And there ain't no new way of crying ♪
♪ But way down deep you hurt ♪
♪ You ain't the first to pick yourself up ♪
♪ Brush away the dirt ♪
♪ And there ain't no new way of dying ♪