American Gun
1
Martin:
the first gun I ever held
belonged to my grandfather.
Grandpa said he fought
alongside Teddy Roosevelt
at San Juan hill.
But we really never
believed him.
Whatever it was
he did there in Cuba,
one thing is for sure.
He brought home
a service revolver.
It was the most beautiful thing
i ever saw.
The first time I ever fired
a gun, I was 16.
[ Gunshot ]
Gentlemen!
ready.
Aim. fire.
It took a while
to get the hang of it.
[ Gunshot, laughter ]
What are you ladies
laughing at?!
We're gonna do that
again, gentlemen!
Ready. aim.
Fire.
Good shot, tillman.
Ready.
Aim. fire.
[ Explosions in distance ]
[ Men shouting ]
[ Gunfire ]
Oh, god!
Oh, my god!
Medic, come here!
Come here! Come here!
Move! move!
Go!
Watch out!
Watch out!
[ Explosions in distance ]
Aah!
Man:
go, go, go!
[ Gunshot ]
No!
Oh! oh!
Oh! oh, sh--
[ Gasping ]
Sweetheart, sweetheart,
sweetheart.
[ Both sigh ]
You want a drink, hmm?
[ Panting ]
hmm?
You need a new pair
of gloves.
[ Gasps ]
Jeez!
you scared me.
[ Laughs ]
Oh.
how are you, kid?
I'm good.
Are you?
You look great, dad.
Ah, well.
Not bad for a...
An old man, anyway.
Oh.
Let's go see mama now.
Penny? penny!
Hi, ma.
She just got here.
[ Laughing ]
oh. Sweet darling.
Oh!
how was your trip?
It was fine.
Yeah?
We could have
picked you up, you know.
I know.
But I wanted to rent a car.
Come on in.
Wash up.
Dinner's almost ready.
Are you coming?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'll be in in a minute.
Come on!
In a minute!
You, uh,
you need anything?
I mean, you have, uh, plenty
of, uh, hangers and all?
Oh, yeah.
There's plenty here.
Oh, good.
Uh, h-how would you
like to see, uh...
What you got your mother
for Christmas?
Okay.
Oh!
Dad.
You know what?
I think it's too small.
You don't like it.
No, I -- it's...
The snowmen.
I mean, it's --
it's so christmasy.
Why don't you let me take it
back and get another size?
All right.
Here's the receipt.
But now, listen.
I want the same sweater.
Don't be telling me that, uh,
they're out of stock.
They'll never be out of stock
in this one, dad.
[ Laughs ]
Martin:
thank you, father,
for the food
we're about to receive.
And bless the food
as it enters our body.
Amen.
Amen.
Amen.
[ Chuckles ]
Okay, mama.
Are you serving?
Yes, I am.
Okay.
It looks so great.
It's gonna be.
for a change.
It's beautiful.
[ Laughter ]
What do you hear
from your daughter?
Mia?
mm-hmm.
Her name is Mia.
Why do you always refer to her
as "your daughter"?
Well, where is she
and what is she doing?
I have no idea, mother.
You don't know where she is?
Annie.
Just take it easy, huh?
She ran away.
The whole point
of running away
is so that I don't know
where she is.
And she never writes
mom...
Well, I've never heard
of anything like that.
Well, now you have.
I'm -- I'm sure she's fine.
[ Sighs ]
She blames me
for her father leaving.
She blamesyou?
She blames me
for everything.
Every child blames
his parents.
That's why we're here.
Aw, well.
[ Chuckles ]
Oh.
[ Sniffs ]
thank you for the dinner.
Did you have to go
and upset her?
Well, I didn't mean to
upset her.
Well, I know.
But you did.
Penny?
Penny?
Penny.
Penny. honey.
Listen.
sit down here a minute.
Now, listen.
Never mind your mother.
She's a --
she's a sweet soul.
But...she's a worrier,
you know.
She even worries
that I don't worry enough.
Hell, they all go away.
You -- you ran away.
That was different.
I was only gone for three days.
Yeah, but you came back.
Why did you come back?
I mean, not that we weren't
happy to see you.
But why'd you come back?
I ran out of clean clothes.
Aw, Mia's all right.
I know in my heart
that she's all right.
You're gonna find her.
And, uh,
I'll do whatever I can.
You know that.
I'll help.
Any way I can.
Thanks.
Okay.
Man:
ready?Woman:
Martin tillman,please report to your office.
Martin tillman,
please report to your office.
So...
Where you living now?
I moved.
Mm.
Your mother said you, uh,
ran away.
Well, it depends
how you look at it.
Listen,
why don't you, uh...
Why don't you stay here
for a while?
You know, you can run away again
after the holidays.
Funny.
Well, we've got -- we've got
and you'd have a room
all by yourself.
I don't think so.
How much you need?
What?
How much do you need?
You didn't come here
just to have lunch with me.
Can you spare
a couple hundred?
Are you in trouble?
No.
No, not at all.
All right.
I think I can...
I can give you, uh,
a hundred.
There you go.
That ought to hold you
for a while.
Thank you, grandpa.
You're welcome,
granddaughter.
You promise you won't tell
my mother that I was here?
Why can't you
just come home?
I can't.
We'll talk to your mom.
We can do it together.
Soon.
Soon, okay?
Okay.
Um, I'll be --
I'll be right back, okay?
Okay.
Hi. I need to exchange this
for another size.
Okay.
Here you go.
You're all set.
Thank you.
[ Horn honking,
car door slams ]
Hey!
Give me the purse!
F*** off!
No.
No!
[ Gunshot ]
on radio ]
What's your daughter's date
of birth, ma'am?
No.
no! no!
No! no! No! No!
Annie. Annie.
Annie. Annie.
Annie.
No. [ sobs ]
Anne:
what do you think[ Sighs ]
I don't care.
Whatever you want.
What about this one?
Yes.
that's, um...
Hmm?
It's, uh...
Oh, yes, it's fine.
She'd look great in it.
[ Bell tolling ]
Man:
"when David sawthe servants whispering,
"he said to them,
"'is the child dead?'
"and they said,
'he is dead.'"
[ Sighs ]
Oh.
thank you for coming.
Sure.
Yes.
Hello.
I'm so sorry.
Thank you for doing this.
I know it's sudden.
Hello, dear.
How are you?
Good.
What did she get you?
Oh, she got me...
Some g--
some gloves for the garden.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Man speaking indistinctly
on P.A. ]
Why?
[ Door opens ]
Martin:
good morning.
How are you?
What can I do for you today?
military cut.
Okay.
Man:
take cover! Get down!
Get the hell out of there!
[ Explosion ]
[ Mumbling ]
What the...
[ Sighs ]
Martin:
"dear penny..."
[ Sighs ]
"I miss you more
than you can imagine.
"How is it up in heaven?
"You'll probably have to
tell me all about it,
"because the way I'm going...
"I might just end up
in the other place.
"Say, thanks for the gloves
you bought me.
"I'm sure
they'll come in handy.
I can't wait for spring
Now, today we're gonna
focus on theme.
"Your mother went back to work
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