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Those signs that you

and every other vagrant carry,

is there some sort of...

homeless union code

or something on how big

the sign should be?

And tell me this:

Where do you all get

those magic markers from

to write on the sign,

and who writes them damn signs?

Stop being a dick, alright?

Just stop being a dick.

You've got some mouthful,

you street rat.

Oh, you said your piece.

He did nothing wrong

to you, okay?

You don't have to rub it in.

If you've got beef, do it

with your wife, alright?

My beef is with your ass.

You get your sh*t together,

clean up like I said.

Hey Roy, um...

I hope you're not angry with me

that I told Suzie

that I was you.

It's just that, um...

I don't know. This is...

pretty much the only

thing I have in my life

that means something to me.

No, that's fine.

I'm not angry at all, Grant.

In fact,

I'm sure if you're a marine,

you'd make a pretty

amazing soldier.

Really? Wow. Um, thanks, Roy.

Urn, wow. Thank you.

Want these back?

Nah, you keep 'em.

It means more to you

than it does to me, okay?

[Laughs]

Sit down.

What the hell

is all this talking

I'm hearing about you knocking

people's American flags

down off their lawn?

You can't go around doing that

just because you're pissed off

with the President.

You're a soldier yourself,

you all know better than that.

I hear you doing

that one more time,

I'm going to lock you up

for a week, you understand?

Yes, sir.

Alright.

Go on, get the hell out of here

and go get them damn

blueberry pancakes,

or whatever the

hell it is you eat.

You better watch

that cholesterol, boy.

Hello Sunshine, how are you?

What would you like today?

Suzie's dumplings, maybe?

Ping-bang-bang-bang

Bing-bang-bing-bang.

Ping-pang-ping-pang-ping.

Nobody's gonna give

a damn about that.

I'm gonna get me

some Rosetta Stone

and learn every damn

thing you talking.

Against the dying of the light,

there can be no

mercy for any force

blocking his path from

his righteousness.

Wife is having a bath.

Is that right?

Yup.

Got everything you

need all packed up

and ready to go

right here, baby.

What's that?

This is the master plan:

Port's city there...

the battleship...

checkpoint.

Nice.

Let's do this.

Listen,

I'm not judging or anything,

but the first time should

be special, memorable.

It was, Damiano.

15 dollars, 15 minutes.

I remember her name: Melody.

You boppin'

strippers now, Fully?

Ooh, who was that?

Gonna miss these days?

Yeah, I'll miss it bro. Hoorah.

- Hey-

- Hey-

ls there where the party's at?

Yes, ma'am. Come on in.

God damn, woo.

Where's the music at?

Turn that music up, boys.

It's time to party.

I see somebody's been

partying over here

like a sleeping beauty.

Oh, sh*t! That's my song!

Turn it up, boys!

Woo!

Woo,

that's what I'm talking about!

Who's up, who's up?

I need a boy who's awake who

can hammer this, alright?

Yeah, Darn! Woo.

I'm up!

Yeah, girl. Hoorah.

Bend it over for me.

Bend it over for me.

Yeah, you gonna miss

this whore, Dom?

You're gonna miss this, boy.

Let me tell you.

Yeah, girl, woo!

What the f*** is wrong

with you, b*tch?

You've got no sh*t boy, no sh*t!

The other day, some

group came by and tried

to sell me on an idea:

building a paintball

park on my land

so they could play war games.

I mean, who the hell needs that?

Oh, it doesn't sound that bad.

You have a nice piece of land.

So you told me Lincoln was

on your land one time?

Well, I mean,

that's how all this scuttlebutt

started about these

tunnels, you know?

So, I guess they connected

that with Lincoln.

Oh, that's right,

those famous tunnels

start right here at your house

and end up at the

White House shitter.

Yeah, but I'll tell you

what, man. It's true.

One of these goddamn things

is right here in my basement.

I mean, Larry didn't believe me.

He came by the other day.

I showed it to him.

Guy asks a lot of stupid

ass questions, man.

Like uh,

"You think they

can get a golf cart

in one of those tunnels?"

I mean, how dumb is that?

I don't know.

I think Larry

smokes a little too much

of that wacky tobacco.

[Laughs]

They built the tunnels

to help Lincoln escape

during the Civil War.

I don't think they had golf

carts back in those days.

See, that didn't make

any sense at all,

what you're saying right there.

Why would Lincoln escape

from the White House,

come through a tunnel and end

up in the heart of Dixie?

It doesn't make any

goddamn sense.

I mean, if there are

tunnels downstairs,

and say there are,

there would have to be something

a little bit more

diabolical about it,

otherwise

that's just urban legend.

Yeah, that's a possibility.

But I know what I got, dawg.

Did you just call me dawg?

That's urban.

No look man, I mean,

let me tell you something.

The land may be silent...

but it has a lot to say.

All the memories

of all those wars,

all the blood spilled

on this land? Man.

Well,

you're referring to the wars

between the Indian tribes

or the war between the States?

No, no, no.

I'm talking about the big battle

of Fort Fisher, man,

where the Union soldiers

kick the Confederate's ass,

and they had this stupid-ass,

crazy-ass general

named General... um, Bragg.

He tried to burn down the

whole goddamn city, man.

He burned down all

the supply depots.

But after that,

all hell broke loose, man.

There were more wars

than you can think of.

Blood was spilled all

over this goddamn land.

It's said that all the ponds

were running red with blood.

That's true.

I didn't know that.

Alright, buddy. I gotta go.

Come on, man, where you going?

Where you going?

I ain't finished yet.

I got more to tell you.

Of course you're not finished.

You tell me the same

damn story every night.

Yeah, but I'll tell

you what, man,

it's really sad.

Brothers killing brothers,

friends killing friends,

that's what's sad.

You're right.

It is sad,

brothers killing brothers.

But you know what?

You gotta admire them

for sticking to their guns

no matter what the cause.

You're right.

See you around, old buddy.

I'm here, dawg.

[Laughs]

Okay.

Excuse me, Gunny'?

I got something you

need to listen to.

Must be a fluke.

They said something about

everything's in order,

but I don't detect

a threat here.

What exactly did you

intercept, Corporal?

Uh, transmission stated,

battleship is secure,

Operation Magenta is a go.

Tunnels need securing

and checkpoint 72 hours.

Then static, Gunny.

Have you picked up

any other radio chatter

about battleships?

Negative. Just this message.

Port City,

that's a small tourist town.

They have the U.S.S.

North Carolina there.

It's been there since 1962,

but...

that old girl's nothing

more than a museum now.

It sounds like we've

stumbled upon some kids

playing war games on

their walkie-talkies.

Disregard, Corporal.

I give it these are no threat.

- Roger that.

- Carry on.

When does Leo report?

Soon.

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