The Messenger Page #4

Why don't you go home? In fact, why

doesn't everybody just go home?

- That's right go home!

- We're all in this together.

- Sergeant. Take a walk.

- Why doesn't everybody just go home?

- Yes, sir.

- You guys know where to find us.

- What are you looking at? Just go home!

- You okay?

Yeah.

- Do you need anything?

- What? No, thank you.

I'm sorry, sweetheart. Come on.

- Come on.

- I hate this suit!

Pick it up.

I've asked you to pick that up.

Pick it up. Now.

Do not do that.

I was getting a prescription...

...at the mall.

And that's why I was at the mall.

I have this eye...

I gotta get... Take drops... For...

It's okay now? Is it okay now?

Yeah.

Gets dry. It's kinda... Spotty.

You'll need a new transmission soon.

Can I pay you something?

No.

I should get a new car

at some point, but...

...it just feels wrong,

you know, with the new money.

Do you play?

No.

I work at Lock and Keep.

It's a storage space

on Third Street and Battalion.

You know, sometimes people

leave things behind. Nice things.

A new mattress, coffee table...

...framed pictures of strangers.

I'm gonna get going.

Thanks for your help.

Yeah. Get a new transmission.

Soon.

Seriously.

Thanks for the ride.

Thanks. Bye.

That's it! Yeah, come on!

Yeah!

That's not what I said.

But you are trying to f*** her,

aren't you?

I'm not trying anything, sir.

Lfixed her car.

You saw the shirt.

She's got someone.

Who?

- I don't know.

- You don't know?

Jesus, why is it always the quiet ones?

Where are your morals, hero?

It's just too easy. You bring her her husband's

death and then you try to f*** her.

And by the way, if she's into you,

she's into some really weird twists.

She's a real head case.

You've been warned.

Thank you, sir.

I will make a note of that.

I bet her husband couldn't wait to get

away from her and back in theater.

For Central, a stalled

car blocking the middle lane.

Traffic slowing down from...

We're here to speak with Mrs. Galindo.

What, this some kind of joke?

- No, sir.

- There's no Mrs. Galindo here.

- Marla Galindo? Are you saying she moved or...

- Hold it. Marla!

Marla!

- Marla!

- What?

- I'm so tired of this sh*t from you.

- What? What did I do?

There are a couple of soldiers downstairs.

They're asking for a Mrs. Galindo.

Dad, we were gonna, but I...

Tell me what? What are you talking about?

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

What's going on?

We were gonna tell you, but I...

I knew how you felt and there

was just so little time before...

- What, you married that little greaseball?

- Please, don't call him that!

- You always do that!

- Mrs. Galindo...

Hold it! I'm dealing with

some family stuff here!

- Could you step outside?

- Just let them say what they need to say!

- I have bad news for you, Mrs. Galindo.

- Just leave us for a second?

Your husband, Corporal Mario Galindo,

was killed last night in Iraq...

...by an improvised explosive device.

The Secretary of the Army has asked me

to express his deepest sympathy to you.

A Casualty Assistance Officer

will contact you in the next few hours.

- We're very sorry for your loss, ma'am.

- All right, all right.

Daddy.

- I'm so sorry.

- I know. I know.

I was gonna tell you. I'm... I'm...

Here's a good one! Here's a good one!

So this tribal chief, he's this

old-looking guy, I figured he's around 50.

Maybe older. Maybe 60.

His face is all sagging and f***ing gray.

He's got a bunch of teeth missing.

The guy's got f***ing scurvy.

All kinds of, you know, desert sh*t.

We called him Haji-Wan Kenobi.

So he tells me he's not used to making

deals like this with a kid.

So I tell him, "Hey, man, I'm 28."

Twenty-nine next month.

Yeah, I'm no kid, gramps.

But then, so, the chief says...

"Twenty-eight?

You can't be 28. You're a beautiful man.

You must be 20, 21."

I'm thinking, what is he talking about?

What is this? What is this, he likes me?

He wants to get in my pants? But the guy,

he's getting all depressed.

He starts saying, " This country's sh*t.

This country's cursed. "

I try to tell him,

"Hey, man, it ain't that bad...

...since we came in

and liberated your sandy asses. "

And then he goes...

And then he goes, " Not that bad?

Look at me. I'm 27!"

It's all the goat f***ing, man!

The poor a**hole. He got one here,

a couple here, one went through his chest.

You could almost hear the lungs

deflate, like, swoosh.

One of his own men did it.

Anyway, he was a funny guy.

Haji-Wan Kenobi.

I liked him.

What's going on?

What is this? A funeral all of a sudden?

I'll be right back.

You okay?

Yeah, sure.

Night. Good night, guys. See you Monday.

See you Monday.

It's like coming back from another planet.

What are you talking about, man?

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm home, baby.

I'm f***ing home, sweet home.

Every American generation

has to have a war, you know.

We just need it. Because we gotta use up

our weapons, so we can make more. Easy.

And we gotta take warriors through wars

so they can command the next batch.

Nothing wrong with that.

Hey, Sergeant.

Ladies, this is the guy I told you about.

Will, this is Claire and Laura.

- It's Lara.

- Hey, baby.

- Lara. I'm sorry.

- No.

- Nice to meet you, Will.

- I'm not sure I can.

Yeah, likewise, Lara.

- Are you coming in?

- Yeah, in a minute.

- I'm buying.

- I'll be in.

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Ladies.

Everybody's all f***ing concerned.

What? Why are you looking at me like that?

Ready, aim, fire!

Ready, aim...

...fire! Ready.

Present arms.

Excuse me.

Are you Angel Vasquez?

Do you speak English?

No.

Mr. Vasquez, the Secretary of the Army

has asked me to extend his deepest regret...

...that your daughter, Patricia...

was killed in a helicopter crash...

...at 7:
00 a. M. Our time

in the Anbar province of Iraq.

You will be further advised

as more information becomes available.

The Secretary of the Army

extends his deepest sympathy to you...

...and your family in your tragic loss.

He's asking if we're sure about it.

Positive identification

has been made, sir.

He's saying, "It can't be. "

I'm very sorry, sir.

Hey, it's Kelly.

I'm sorry I sent that invitation.

That was really... That was really dumb.

You know, I wanted us to be able...

I don't know. I hope you're not mad, okay?

You didn't RSVR, so...

I guess, you know,

I was scared to tell you and...

I don't know, there's, like,

all this stress.

You know, I don't even want

this stupid party anyways, and his parents...

Sorry, it's, like,

not even your problem.

I'm crazy, I know.

Alan and I got in a big fight

about it and...

Don't come, okay?

Just forget the invitation

and forget me. Just...

I'm sorry.

Matt?

Hey, pal.

I bet the other kid

got it pretty good, huh?

I brought you this.

It was my unit's flag.

I already have two.

Matt, say thanks.

Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

You know, flags and casseroles,

I can't seem to get enough of them.

If I can... Do anything...

I know where to find you.

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