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- Oh, he's good.

- He's good.

Jesus Christ.

Look at this f***ing sh*t.

Whoo!

Flat screens...

Blue diamond...

this is big bear actual,

building secure,

four insurgents down.

Requesting immediate evac, over.

Come on.

Oh, f***.

- You see that?

- I'm on it.

- Drummer.

- Little joy.

So...

About the incident.

You keep calling it

"the incident."

How does it make you feel?

It makes me feel like sh*t.

Let's write that down.

Does that work?

I'm sorry, sir.

I felt betrayed.

Betrayed?

Yeah, I think if it was anybody but him,

I wouldn't feel like that.

It was him.

I see.

I... I thought we were talking

about the incident in the room.

What you call it...

What is it?

You keep going back

to that incident.

I thought the room was clear.

The room was clear.

Goddamn it! F***!

What the f***.

Oh, f***.

I got a civilian.

Oh, Dev.

Dev. Dev, I...

Dev. Dev.

F***. Where?

Corpsman up!

Johnny's great.

I need a f***ing corpsman now!

I'm sorry. Sorry.

Fight, Dev!

Fight, motherf***er, fight!

It was good to talk to you.

I can't wait to see you.

We'll see.

All clear!

Yes, sir.

Yeah, I thought

the area was secure.

I thought it was clear.

It wasn't.

There was a mother

and a son in there,

and I can't take that back.

I can't rewind, you know.

It's just...

just one of them things.

Hey, Johnny, let's go!

Hey, baby, let's go!

I'm serious!

Gabe.

"Oh, my.

Daddy!

Hey, go back upstairs, okay?

Mommy's gotta talk...

Go back upstairs now!

Hey, baby...

Please...

Oh, my God.

I just feel like I'm dead, sir.

I don't give a sh*t anymore.

You think about dying often?

Oh, man, you just keep...

You know, I can't...

I'm sorry, sir,

I can't do this anymore.

- Gabriel.

- I'm just trying to talk to you.

What is the right answer, "yes?"

Write yes.

What's the right answer?

Write the right answer.

Just give me the right answer.

I'll say whatever

you want me to say.

The emails. Did you know before

or after the incident?

You keep calling it

the f***ing incident.

You keep going back

to that f***ing incident.

The fact that another Marine

was present at the time

is understandably cause for concern.

You need a fall guy.

That's what this is.

You just need a fall guy.

No, that's

your paranoia speaking.

There's no agenda here.

I'm simply trying

to understand what happened.

You can't understand

what happened.

You will never understand

what I'm going through.

- Maybe.

- No, not maybe.

No, maybe I can understand guilt.

I can understand regret.

I can understand betrayal.

These are all human conditions.

Now, you brought up

suicide before,

and that concerns me.

Do you want to kill

yourself, Gabriel?

Do you really want

to kill yourself?

Yes.

Then what stops you?

This.

Pop the trunk.

So, what happens now,

I go home with this letter

that says I was weak

and I couldn't handle it,

and everything's

just fine again?

No. Again, no.

I'd like to offer up

a few suggestions

toward dealing with

those feelings, If! may.

They're not feelings, sir.

They're real.

What happened

in that room is real.

What happened

with my wife is real.

Listen, that's an important statement

you just made.

The physical world

isn't a lie, Gabriel.

You believed the room was clear.

Yes?

Yes, sir.

It's not worth it.

They say 90% of people

supposedly regret it

the second they jump.

Where the f*** they

got that statistic, I don't know.

Make it up.

Word is, they could

strike anytime, anywhere.

War's coming home.

No one called me.

What do you think

I'm doing here?

Mom.

I don't know.

What are you doing here?

Gabe!

- Listen...

- But, Mom, he's here.

I'll come get you

in a second. Go on.

They're setting up

intelligence at our old base.

That doesn't trouble you?

What troubles me is I

got a mound of paperwork

saying I'm mentally incompetent.

That troubles me a f*** ton.

That got you home, didn't it?

I don't care

what they say about you.

This is end-of-the-world,

neck-deep-in-sh*t stuff.

I need you in it.

I'm done.

- You're never done.

- I'm done, Dev.

Your first meeting back

will be critical.

For Jonathan.

And you.

I'd like to talk about

what you'll be returning to stateside.

I mean, I know what

I'm returning to.

Yes, but in case it isn't

what you are expecting or hoping for.

I'm not hoping for anything.

I'm responsible for these

terrible things I can't change.

Hey. Hey, Gabe.

I just don't want the kid to hurt.

Hey.

Gabe, I need you to talk to him.

Okay.

Baby, I'm so sorry.

I mean, it's fine if you

need to punish me still,

- but I need you to...

- I'm not punishing you.

Tell me what...

Tell me what to do.

Take off your shirt.

Really?

Okay.

Okay.

Is this what you want?

No.

What can I do?

Nothing.

My watch says seven.

What's your world clock say?

- Seven.

- Seven.

I guess our time is up, sir.

I have nowhere to be.

Would you like to continue?

Your time is up, my time is up,

but thank you for yours.

Drummer.

Yo, Drummer, you copy?

Yes, sir.

The medication will be helpful.

It's gonna take a lot more than that

to get you through this.

There's no getting through

this, sir, admit it.

Gabe!

- Go back inside. Go back in side.

- But, Mommy, he's here.

I'll come get you

in a second. Go on.

Why do they give

a sh*t about me?

They don't give a sh*t about me,

I don't give a sh*t about them.

Gabe.

We can make this work.

Come on, please.

Nat!

Where's my kid?

I'm not gonna talk

to you if you don't calm down.

You're not gonna what?

I'm not gonna talk to you

if you don't calm down.

I'm calm. Get my kid

out here now.

- Gabe, keep your voice down, please.

- Nat, I wanna see my kid.

I know what they're doing

with the kids in school.

I wanna see my child.

I want to see my kid now!

I'm on the phone with the police

'cause you're scaring our kid.

- Johnny!

- Stop. Calm the f*** down.

- I wanna see my...

- Gabe, f***ing stop! Stop!

I want to see my kid!

I'm a United States Marine.

I want to see my son!

I know what's happening

to kids inside the school.

I want to see my f***ing child!

Jon is in trouble.

Gabe, stop! Stop!

- Stop, Gabe!

- What'd you see, Drummer'?

I need the police.

My husbands got a gun

and he's going

to my kid's school.

- What's over there?

- What do I do?

- Who are you?

- Answer the question.

Gunshot

- Who are you?

- Charles, my name's Charles.

Hoorah.

How did you get this envelope?

It's an envelope addressed

to my kid. My f***ing envelope.

- I don't know what you're talking about!

- How did you get this?

They're not feelings, sir.

They're real.

What happened

in that room is real.

What happened

with my wife is real.

Gabriel.

Devin, I'm at the back entrance.

I'm going in.

Hey, pal. Hey, it's Pop.

You okay?

- Daddy.

- Yeah.

I need you to be quiet.

We're gonna get out of

this place now, all right?

- Okay? You trust me?

- Yeah. Yeah.

I trust you. Come on,

be a big boy now.

Here we go. Up.

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