Acts of Violence

[down-tempo tense music]

[panicked breathing]

[up-tempo tense music]

[grunting]

Hey! Hey!

Deklan, that's enough.

Come on.

Get in the house.

Get in there.

[birds chirping]

[man] What now for

the hollow-hearted soldier?

[gunfire, explosions]

[indistinct shouting]

When the beast of battle

digs in its claws

and... a soul sets sail

in eternal pause.

Survival's true cost

is growing older.

Where to for the man

without a mission?

When the cries of combat

cease to sound

and the ones once brave

all lie in the ground.

The warrior's new war

is attrition.

What hope

an entire war cherish?

To brave a new battle

or to perish.

- Deklan.

- Hm?

You wrote this?

Yeah.

You think I didn't?

No, I was just...

I was just surprised

by how profound it is.

You think, uh, soldiers are

incapable of being profound?

Is that it?

[sighs]

You know, I've been calling you

for a little over two weeks.

I've left you messages,

and you've never called me back.

Why is that?

Uh, I understand.

I have a lot of veterans waiting

for appointments, not just you.

The whole system is swamped. You're

lucky you got in when you did.

Right.

How are you sleeping?

[sighs] Not very good.

Well, with all this anxiety,

I'm not surprised.

Uh, I think we should try a

new medication to help you...

You know what? You've been

pumping me full of medication

for over a year,

and nothing works.

I'm either walking around

like a zombie,

or I'm punching holes

in the wall.

I don't have a magic wand.

Medications are tools,

not solutions.

Jesus Christ.

Your tools are broken.

If you don't

change your attitude,

things aren't going

to get better.

- You have to take an active responsibility...

- Hold on a second.

I am taking responsibility.

- Not as far as I'm seeing.

- Really? Then what am I doing here?

- You tell me.

- I'm here because I need help.

You think I like

feeling like this?

Well, then

do something about it!

Stick with a support group.

Reach out to a family member.

No one can help you if you're

unwilling to help yourself.

I am trying

to help myself!

You shouldn't be allowed

anywhere near veterans.

[soft string music]

[sirens in distance]

Where's the team?

We don't have one.

We pulled our assets again?

For what?

Bomb threat downtown.

- Again?

- Apparently.

[chattering]

Avery, we can't

go in there alone.

Want a coffee?

Sure. I'll take

a cream and two sugars.

I'm not getting you coffee.

[laughs]

You're such an a**hole.

Meet the entry team.

Stevens. That's Davis.

You guys kick in

some doors before?

- [Stevens] A few.

- Marines.

Fallujah.

Oh. Appreciate the help.

Are you kidding me?

Rather do this than write tickets

for the next five hours.

We still have clearance

for this raid?

We're clear.

- [siren in distance]

- [sighs] Okay.

You guys bring

enough firepower?

We're good then.

How bad have you

ever wanted to have

- your f***ing cock sucked by a high schooler?

- [laughs]

Let's f***ing do it.

[up-tempo tense music]

[woman] Police!

Open the door, ice man.

[man] Hey! What the hell?

Get on the wall!

Get on the wall!

Get on your knees!

Both of them!

Give me your hands,

motherf***er!

Clear!

Ready? Go!

- Police!

- Put it down! Put it down!

[grunts]

Get down! Get down!

Get down!

[Avery] Don't move!

She's dead.

Avery!

[pistol clicks]

- [pistol clatters]

- It's all over.

[grunting]

[shouts, grunts]

Help me!

I'm gonna fall!

Help me up!

You're a f***ing cop!

Help me up!

Help me! [screams]

[thud]

[blows kiss] Sayonara.

Are you all right?

What happened?

He fell.

You push him?

"Push him."

Come on.

[person coughing]

[camera shutter clicking]

[woman] Is it her?

Yeah.

Where's the family?

Mom's in Cincinnati.

You want me

to make the call?

I'll do it.

You okay?

I'm tired.

Go rack out

if you need to.

I'll finish up here.

No.

I'm tired of this.

[sirens in distance]

Hey!

Come here!

Yeah. Lay 'em on me!

Lay 'em on me! Oh!

[woman chuckles]

Rough shift?

[sighs] We, uh, had three

drive-by victims before lunch.

At least they had

you there to help them.

Yeah, well,

we lost two of 'em.

No, you saved one.

Gotta be proud of yourself.

[sighs]

[chuckles]

God, I love you.

[mid-tempo country music

on speakers]

Oh, great.

Who invited you

to the party?

Security!

- "Security!"

- Don't start with me.

Seriously, don't, don't.

Go!

So when can we expect some little

MacGregors running around?

Jess!

Just asking!

Can we get married first

before we start having babies?

When are you guys

having little MacGregors?

No, don't listen to her.

We are having eight kids!

- Eight!

- Two.

[together]

One boy and one girl.

You guys wanna get

a room or what?

- Get him, Mia!

- Oh, oh, oh.

No, no, no. Now, you

know what happens.

You know what happens!

- Go easy on him, Mia! Please!

- Get him, Mia! Take him down!

[Jess] Come on!

Take him down, Mia!

Take him down!

I found my best friend

[singing continues, indistinct]

I found my best friend

And it happens to be

[song stops]

[drawer closes]

Is this Mrs. Conyers?

This is Detective James Avery.

I'm calling you with information

about your daughter Samantha.

[mid-tempo jazz music

on speakers]

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

What are you wearing?

No. Have some respect

for yourself.

- Wanna meet somewhere else?

- No. Have a seat.

You guys are handsome guys.

Why don't you put on a tie

for once in a while?

Come here.

You're gonna be

a dead handsome guy

if your dope keeps

killing my products.

You get that?

It's just taking a little

while to get the cut right.

It's very strong. But we've

tripled our profits already.

Yeah. We know my clients

are a little sick,

but nobody's into f***ing

dead people, all right?

You follow me?

[laughs]

And could you tell me why Cleveland's

finest are finding my holding pens

and raiding them whenever

the f*** they feel like it?

That was, uh, Mike's job.

Mike's arrested, right?

Dead. Fell off a roof.

Oh. [chuckles]

That's a shame.

Did he have family?

Wife and two kids.

I want you

to pay 'em a visit...

and send them

my condolences.

Cause I don't want

anyone talking to the cops.

- You get that?

- Yeah.

And hey.

Get me some new product.

And un-f*** your dope problem.

Don't let anybody say you're

not a great chef, Brandon,

because that was fantastic,

as always.

I know. I never question

my burgers, man, ever.

[all laughing]

- Yeah.

- [Brandon] Okay.

Guys, for you.

- Guys! That's so cute.

- Aw! You guys are so sweet.

Oh, my God!

Look how cute we are.

Dad was seriously

considering adopting you.

Did you know that?

- Really?

- Yeah, I mean,

you spent more time with us than

you did at your foster homes.

Well, it's a good thing

he didn't,

or Roman here would be

marrying his sister right now.

- Oh!

- Oh, my God.

[Brandon]

Wow. Wow. Wow.

What's up?

Are you gonna give them

their... thing?

[Brandon] What thing?

- Babe!

- I'm kidding!

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