Brothers Page #2

- You never could make me proud.

- Oh, for God's sake.

- Pride is a sin.

- Stop it! Give me the keys!

Here you go.

I'm walking.

This is a nightmare.

What's going on?

What are they gonna do with us?

- Is that yours?

- Yeah.

- Is that your wife?

- Cassie...

No, she's not.

You don't have a wife.

You don't have a family.

The only person you know...

..is Private Willis and Captain Cahill.

You know nothing else.

Yes, sir.

- Hello.

- Grace.

Tommy?

Hi, I don't know it's like one in the morning...

It's three, it's three

in the morning.

Great. I had a couple of drinks.

And apparently they're the most

expensive drinks in the world.

And now, I owe like $47.

I could've just walked out, but then,

this guy says that he's gonna tip me out of disorderly

...and then I'd lose my parole.

Which bar?

Your nose is like a lunar eclipse.

- Come on, let me touch it.

- Get your hands off me.

- Tommy, I'm sick of you.

- Just for a second. Come on.

Why get so upset with me?

- Alright, go ahead.

- See, nothing to it.

- Big deal.

- That thing is huge, man.

- Grace.

- How much does he owe you?

$47 and two broken glasses.

-...so how about we say...

- Ready, come on, Cyrano...

- Get your hands off the bar.

- Ignore it. That thing is huge.

- How about we say fifty?

- I don't care about your money.

Just get him out of here.

I'm gonna call the cops.

Tommy, I have two little girls sleeping

in a parking lot at three in the morning.

You think you're funny?

Go home.

Oh God!

- My head's spinning.

- Be careful.

- I don't think I should be carrying your child.

- Just put her in her bed, okay.

Oh yeah.

- Uncle Tommy.

- Oh God.

Uncle Tommy, wake up!

- Can you stop that?

- I'm making pancakes for mom.

I can't stop, my sister said.

Stop it.

No.

What are you doing here?

You want me to whisk in your face too?

This is not your house and

you are not the boss here.

Come on.

I'm making pancakes for mom

so she won't be sad.

- Our dad's dead.

- He knows. He's his brother.

I know that.

Don't you get on a carton, it's gross!

- Shut up, you're gross.

- Do you want a pancake?

No... I don't like that.

- Our pancakes are the best.

- Eat your own crap, alright.

- Mom, you're supposed to be upstairs.

- What are you doing?

- Surprise!

- I am surprised. Thank you.

One of the nicest little

girls in the world.

Who's that?

- Grandpa!

- Grandpa!

- Good day babies, what have you got in your hand?

- Pancake butter.

Hi, sweetie.

- Hey, let's go watch TV.

- Come on, girls.

- Bye Tommy!

- Well, we'll clean the mess up later.

Good morning.

Pancakes, huh.

Yeah, actually there's one

on the floor if you want it.

- What are they doing here?

- They're making pancakes.

Look um....

- I was a little stupid the other day...

- Oh. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- It was okay to drive...

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know...

I know Sam is always smarter than me.

Not really that smarter...

He was a damn good athlete.

Remember that game

with Easton.

Truly delightful.

He have some talent too,

you know, I mean...

He doesn't quit all the time.

That was different between you and him.

Sam had no quitting in him.

I'll cut my throat to bring him back, Dad.

I don't know...

how they can live with

this kitchen the way it is.

Private, come here!

F***ing help me!

I can't see anything.

They're looking for us.

Sh*t!

- Should we try again?

- Not right now.

Come on man, just put it where it is.

Grace! Hey!

You remember AJ, Owen...

Sweeney, I don't remember your first name.

There was a reason for that.

It's nice to meet you, Grace.

You too.

What's going on?

We're just fixing up the kitchen for you.

Tommy...

Are you ever gonna

run this by me?

- Can you believe that? She's gorgeous.

- This is my house.

- Everybody's all grown up.

- It's not funny.

- What the hell is wrong with you, guys?

- She's been...

You have to run this by me.

I was...

- Can I get you guys coffee, something?

- No, thanks.

- Maybe a beer.

- I would like a beer too.

Don't tell them anything.

Don't you tell them anything, private.

They aren't asking me anything.

- They'll just starve us.

- Stick on, private.

- Be present.

- I am f***ing present.

I'm f***ing present. I've been present

in this shithole for two f***ing months.

What the f*** did you save me for?

Why did you come after me?

I should've drowned in that lake.

We both be better off dead.

What day is it?

Saturday.

What time is it?

About noon.

Remember what I told you.

No information. You give them nothing.

- You give them nothing, private.

- Yeah.

- Where will they take us?

- Don't speak.

- What?

- Don't speak!

- They're gonna cut our heads off.

- Not another f***ing word.

Welcome.

Use the satellite phone

to call my wife.

She is pregnant.

You jeopardized your location

and your mission, Holy Amo.

We have the same blood.

Sayid is my nephew.

F***!

This is our country.

You should not be here.

Tell this message to America.

You say it...

I'll force you to say it.

The girls are back.

It's a good thing downstairs.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Thanks, Elsie.

- Oh, she's painting the kitchen.

- I am.

Yeah, that's a spot right there.

You know, your dad was a great

football player in high school.

Yeah.

He was small but he was a great quarterback.

Me and AJ and Owen used to go

to the games just to watch him play.

- Have you ever had the chance to see him play?

- No.

- Issy, you're so tall.

- Thank you.

- Great job, Mag.

- Thanks Mom.

- Do they need to do their homework or something?

- No, they're just having fun.

Dip it real good.

Sh*t the pants!

- What are you doing?

- Painting.

These are brand new pants.

- Hey, man.

- I'm sorry.

Man, she said she was sorry.

It's okay, Maggie.

I think I have something for you, okay.

- Just wait here.

- You have a bathroom.

- No, please don't bring the paint in okay.

- It's not that bad, man.

- That's easy, man.

- There's almost nothing on you man, you look fine.

That will come out?

I mean, the real major cleanup is the floor.

- They're used to that.

It doesn't look that bad.

Right. Let's hug it out.

- What are you talking about?

- Hugs.

What?

Stay away from the kids.

You have a lovely body, Owen.

Laugh at me.

Do you workout?

Can I ask you where you got your underwear?

Coz they fit, they fit perfectly like...

You three weird guys

are so f***ing funny.

I'm asking you a serious question.

That's all.

- This should all fit you.

- All I need is a t-shirt, pants, pants...

- Take it all.

- I don't need all these.

You don't have to give me all these.

Take it all, Owen.

- Alright, I'll bring it back.

- Jesus, are you listening? Take the clothes.

- I'm not f***ing asking you.

You want to help your friend?

No, it's his turn.

- Just be strong private.

- Yes sir.

F***!

Don't give them anything.

Private!

- Your life depends on it.

- Please, please.

Motherf***er!

I'll f***ing kill you lately!

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