The Messenger Page #3

- You f***ing idiot!

- That can come and help you in your trying time?

Why aren't you there?

Why aren't you dead?

- I'm sorry, sir.

- Why aren't you there now?

- I'm sorry.

- F***ing cowards.

- Let's go.

- I don't care if you're f***ing sorry!

We're done here.

Don't you f***ing say you're sorry to me.

You want to tell his mother?

Are you gonna tell his mother?

He's f***ing 20 years old!

Keep walking.

- You f***ing coward!

- Keep walking.

- I said...

- I don't f***ing care!

Sergeant,

he touches you again, I'll handle it.

What? F***ing handle what?

You'll f***ing handle what?

You f***ing cowards!

Well, I guess one way or another

we're all God's children.

It's all fortune cookies to me, sir.

I'm not really happy with these drops.

I'm gonna prescribe something else.

What's the doctor saying about the leg?

It's getting better. Though but I'm sort

of rooting for the eye.

It's not a race.

Polytrauma takes a lot of patience.

The body parts are literally

on different schedules.

"And all the king's horses

and all the king's men... " How does it go?

"Couldn't put Humpty back together again. "

Kelly's phone. This is Alan.

Answer off.

Sh*t.

- Son of a b*tch.

- ... For sentencing tomorrow.

We'll keep you posted.

And the State Supreme Court...

Don't say anything. I'll do the talking.

Sergeant.

- License and registration.

- What'd I do?

You went through a red light

about a half a mile back.

- It was yellow.

- It was red when he went through it.

- It's an emergency.

- What kind of emergency?

A soldier died.

We're going to notify the widow.

- That's not an emergency.

- It's about timing.

You know that.

Yeah, well, you get into a wreck

on your way to a notification...

...you kill somebody, you get yourself killed,

how's that gonna feel?

That's a jackass move.

- Can you believe this sh*t?

- Excuse me?

No, he's right. He's right.

I don't want to do this anyway.

You want to do it?

Go to this address,

her name is Olivia Pitterson.

Knock on her door

and break her little heart.

F*** it.

Well, let's pretend it didn't happen.

Let her find out that he got blown up

from some kid at the local news desk.

Let him put her on hold, 'cause you don't

give a f*** about her, do you?

No. No! You are just doing your job.

Get the hell out of here.

- All right. Hey!

- Yeah, me too.

Last one's is ready!

Pretty high up, isn't it, huh?

Could be worse.

It could be Christmas.

Jesus.

Mrs. Pitterson? Mrs. Pitterson.

Are you Mrs. Pitterson?

How did it happen?

Did anyone talk with you already, ma'am?

How did he die?

He was killed in action yesterday

in the city of Mosul.

That's all the information

we have now, ma'am.

But the Secretary of the Army

extends his deepest sympathy to you...

There's no need.

But...

I would ask you in, but my little boy...

Am I supposed to call Phil's parents?

Not unless you want to, ma'am.

Your husband's DD-93 has you

listed as the primary NOK...

...and them as secondary.

They moved to Florida.

Is that still accurate?

Yes.

A local notification team

has been alerted...

...and they're waiting for us

to give them the go-ahead.

Okay, thanks a lot. Good-bye.

The Casualty Assistance Officer

will contact you shortly...

...to help make arrangements for the funeral.

Okay. Thanks.

Good-bye.

Ma'am, would you like us

to notify your child?

What?

No, no. I can tell my little boy.

Okay, good-bye.

I know this can't be easy for you.

- If you have any further questions, just...

- No. No. No, thanks.

Sergeant!

"I know this can't be easy for you. "

Can you believe that?

That's a first.

She's banging someone.

You see the shirt she was hanging?

Her husband dies 10,000 miles away,

she's got a man on the clothesline already.

Hey, we getting in this vehicle

sometime today?

We walk into these people's lives,

we don't know sh*t.

Trust me.

You don't want to know.

Come on.

From now on we take the silver bullet.

Your wheels are crap.

Why are you giving me pancakes?

'Cause you're my baby and I love you.

What's wrong?

You going to pretend you don't have one?

I know you have her picture.

I'm willing to bet the next round on it.

What have we here?

Nice.

You can afford the next round.

Nice.

Very nice. Table grade.

I could slop her up with a biscuit.

Yeah, well, she has

a very serious boyfriend.

No, I don't buy it. Not this girl.

There's nothing serious about her.

She's having a ball down in Nowheresville

while you pine for her.

You still got her number?

Oh, wait. Hey, hey.

Come here.

Sit. Will you sit?

Listen, I thought we had

a great time the other night.

You were amazing, as was I...

...and I'm sorry I had to go,

but tonight's another night.

I'm pregnant.

I'm just f***ing with you.

- Have a good life.

- A good life.

Hey, you got my hopes up.

A glass of ice, hot water, lemon.

Paid in full.

I think I'm gonna head out.

Where you going?

- I'm gonna go home.

- What for? Internet porn?

Come on, you don't even have a computer.

What...

I was bullshitting. No, stay.

Forget women.

We'll talk about something else, right?

Sleep when you're dead.

What's your deal?

Your folks around?

My father's gone.

My mom's a... Nut.

I haven't seen her in years.

Another lost child

looking for family, huh?

I guess so.

Why did you join?

- A dare.

- A dare?

Why are you still here?

Well, they offered me a commission

and no one dared me to leave.

And I dare you to stay.

Hey, we're not gonna lie to you... Iraq,

Afghanistan... wherever we go next, hostile.

Hey, it's crazy, but it's real.

Hey, the army's hard work. Fighting terrorists,

rebuilding countries, saving lives.

And risking our lives?

I don't have to remind you

how many Americans lost their lives...

...just showing up for work

one morning in September, do I?

- That's right.

- No, I didn't think so.

Shoot, there's risk in the army,

there's risk in life.

But we're talking about rewards here...

...and we're talking about

a feeling that you can get...

...but not from flinging hot dogs at a ball game

or bagging groceries at a supermarket.

We're talking about honor and discipline.

- Self-respect.

- Thank you.

I just wanna f*** some sh*t up.

- That does come with the job sometimes.

- Oh, come on.

You have any sort of skills

you want to bring to the army?

Leave them alone.

They're just kids.

Oh, ma'am, these young men

want to serve their country.

- They're here by their free will.

- Oh, do you want to take a look?

- You want to take a look at this, see?

- Okay, ma'am...

- You want to guess what it's for?

- Ma'am...

There's a sticker on my husband's coffin

that says "remains unviewable. "

- Ma'am, we're very sorry...

- Nice big tall boys like you.

- And what's left could fit in a shoe box.

- I understand you're upset.

- Why don't you calm down?

- Ma'am, why don't you take your son home...

Why don't you take your son home

and calm down?

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