Last Flag Flying Page #6
Uh, no, but... close. Why?
So, you're the one
they call the Mullah?
The what?
Mullah?
I'm...
waiting for a bus to Richmond,
minding my business,
- reading the Scriptures.
- The Bible.
Checking out the competition?
Who are you two,
and what do you want from me?
That depends.
We're from Homeland Security.
What?!
Some rig, huh?
Hold it right there.
It used to mean something,
you know?
Esprit de corps.
A unity.
Some... well-earned pride
and some goddamn common sense.
I don't even know
what it means anymore.
You know what? F*** them.
- Yeah. F*** 'em!
- F*** 'em all.
F*** 'em all, is right.
my life defending this country.
Your best years are
still ahead of you, Sal.
- Oh, f*** off.
- No, it's true.
Look at me, Doc, all right?
I got a scrambled brain held
together with a steel plate.
They look at me and what do
they see? A f***in' terrorist.
An apology would have been nice.
Yeah. They're sorry, all right.
They're sorry
they didn't smoke our asses.
Don't get it.
Doc.
Aw, sh*t.
What, did you forget
your toothbrush?
Jesus.
I had to call my wife...
from the police station.
You hear me?
From the police station!
All right.
What happened?
After they ID'd me as
the Reverend Richard Mueller...
found that
I am not a Muslim radical,
nor am I a mullah.
Mullah the Mauler! Huh?
Oh, f***, it's all over,
isn't it?
The country's f***ed.
- Was Ruth upset?
- Oh, she was very upset.
Wanted me to come home
right away,
but I said
no, no, no, no, no, honey.
There are times that demand
that even old men
should become threats.
F***in' A right. It's like
during the pinko scare...
I thought I was talking.
Yeah. You were.
I told my wife
I am not coming home!
Not until we're done here.
Where's your boy?
They got him again.
Tomorrow we gonna get him back.
And then we're
gonna take him home.
Ten-hut!
Gentlemen, good morning.
So, Colonel
whatever your name is,
where's Larry?
Wilits. It's Colonel Wilits.
- Oh.
- I've been briefed
on yesterday's snafu.
Completely ridiculous.
Apparently, the U-Haul agent
went off the deep end.
But there it is,
and what's done is done.
I hope that, given
further time for reflection,
you can see that Arlington
is a resting place
that should not be refused
in anger.
There lie heroes, sir.
The details
of the lance corporal's death
are what they are,
but make no mistake,
his death was heroic.
He was in a foreign
and hostile land
doing the decent thing.
He deserves to lie beneath
the sacred soil of Arlington.
He would want that-- and I urge
you to choose that for him.
Thank you.
I'm going to take my son home
and bury him in New Hampshire.
And not in his uniform--
I'm gonna bury him
in his graduation suit.
As you wish.
Your government will fly
the coffin, at no cost to you,
to Portsmouth, and to a funeral
director of your choosing.
No. We're taking him
with us today.
With all due respect, sir,
you're cutting off your nose
to spite your face.
Hey. Colonel.
Did you look at these faces?
They've already been spited,
so why should we give a f***
about your opinions?
With all due respect.
We're gonna take the train.
Okay. I'll make
the arrangements.
Lance Corporal Washington here
will be going with you.
This is Wilits.
- What?
- I need you to make some things happen ASAP.
- Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Wilits.
- Stand by.
We don't need no babysitter.
I wasn't implying that you did.
Washington is
You don't want him,
he goes right back to Baghdad.
Guys?
We could use the help.
Does he pull per diem?
Of course.
Then fall in, Washington.
But he takes orders from us.
He takes his orders... from me.
But he will accommodate you
in any reasonable way you ask,
because I just ordered him to.
Is that clear?
Very clear.
Colonel.
Boy...
you are a f***in' force
of nature, huh?
Man, I would've loved
to run into you in the field
in my younger days.
You really think so?
Oh, yeah.
'Cause one of us
would have been fragged.
And the other
would've gone to the brig.
Halt.
Down.
Ready.
Face.
I don't give a f***
what they say.
- You understand me?
- Yes, sir.
He's a marine
until he goes into the ground,
and remains a marine the period
of time he's underground
plus 100 years, is that clear?
- Yes, sir.
- I will not have
three over-the-hill veterans
pissing on my corps.
- Understood?
- Yes, sir!
You're a marine-- your mission
is to see your brother home.
You're in charge, and when
in charge, you take charge!
- Understood?!
- Yes, sir!
There'll be a Mortuary Affairs
detail every step of the way.
You will protect the dignity
of that dead marine,
and you will see to it
that he is buried with honors
in his uniform,
not some cocksucking,
motherfucking p*ssy
civilian graduation suit!
- Clear?!
- Yes, sir!
And don't let that Sal fucktard
outflank you.
He's old but he's dangerous.
Do not let that happen.
- Kill him first.
- Sir?
- That is not an order.
- Yes, sir!
And just because that
of your father, don't trust him.
I never knew my father, sir.
Lance Corporal, do you have
some kind of personal problem?
No, sir.
- Then get on it!
- Yes, sir!
Ready... hut!
Ready... face!
Forward march!
Well, Washington says
you served.
- Yeah. Army.
- Oh, really? Yeah? Yeah.
Did you see some sh*t?
Yeah, I was there
the first time. Gulf War.
Right, right.
You came back.
Yes. Yeah,
and I'm not pissing blood.
My babies are all okay.
Hey, that's good.
- John Redman.
- Larry Sheppard.
Don't worry, I'll...
I'll look after your boy.
Thank you.
Whenever you're ready.
Okay.
Hey, at ease, Washington. Huh?
I got a question for you.
When did you get so old, hmm?
I think it was
over the last 30 years.
Same as you.
Me? No.
Categorically deny it.
Deny it all you want.
It will not stop the clock,
nor will it turn back time.
So, what do you think
of that grunt, Washington, huh?
- What about him?
- I don't know.
He don't say much.
Him and his Baghdad boil--
Boy, that's
some gnarly sh*t, right?
Well, what do you want
to know about him?
I don't want
to know nothin' about him.
Sounds like he's an individual
who's heavy
on your mind, though.
Ain't nothin' heavy on my mind.
Just wondering.
Then go back and talk to him,
if he's such a mystery to you.
Everything is a mystery to me.
Except you.
Please.
I think I'll go back
and talk to him.
Oh, I'm sure he'll enjoy that.
Tell him he should
come up here and sit with us.
All right.
I'll extend an invitation.
There we go.
This is bleak, man.
- You're welcome.
- What for?
What for?
Are you on a train in Baghdad?
No, you are not.
I guess not.
Yeah, TDY.
Sometimes it's fun.
- Sometimes it's a b*tch.
- No. I don't mind.
He was my best friend.
Yeah, you didn't, uh, what,
hang with the brothers?
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