Vehicle approaching.
Echo one. You got him?
Yes, sir, roger. Got him.
Sir, he is not going down.
Son of a bitch.
Fire a warning shot.
Echo one, wake up.
Goddamn it, wake up. Fire a warning shot.
Shut up! Shut up! I can't hear him talking.
Quit fucking around. Ping his radiator.
Get his tires!
Fuck!
Fire now!
Hold your fire!
Goddamn it, cease fire!
It's a kid.
Sir, I have the shot.
- Stand down. - Sir, she could be wired, sir!
Stand down!
Run!
Egry!
CL2, get out!
Kablinsky!
She's still alive.
I've got her, sir.
Go, go!
Clear!
Shut the fuck up!
Sir, he's just saying...
I don't give a fuck what he's saying!
Where was the warning shot?
Sir, I was in there, sir. It was the radio.
- We heard every tenth word, sir. - It's a goddamn family!
Your fault! Your fault! I am not to blame!
Kablinsky, how's she doing?
I got her stabilized.
Good job.
RPG! RPG!
There, there, up above!
- Where? - One right above!
Ahh!
Move it, move it!
Captain.
Cogan. Don't move. I'll get a nurse.
Kablinsky?
Kablinsky didn't make it.
How long have I been out?
About two weeks.
Shit.
It's good to have you back.
You hang on.
Sir...
I...
I should have held my fire.
There were kids inside.
Driver ignored the signs.
Warning shots, everything.
Besides, it was the hajis.
Their tank, their kill.
My command.
I trained them.
Stop beating yourself up.
You believed they were hostile.
Our rules are pretty clear on that.
You relax.
I'll get a doctor.
You all right?
What's wrong?
I just dozed off.
It's good to be home.
Yay!
Oh, God, I've only asked them to change that 500 times.
Max? Max, we're home.
Max!
Molly?
- Surprise! - Surprise!
Your face!
Oh, son of a bitch.
- Oh, sweetie! - Hey, dad.
I knew there was a reason he wasn't at the airport.
- Lookin' for this? - Max.
- I missed you like hell. - Me, too.
Hey, Mr. Cogan.
Hey there, Sammi. How you doin'?
- Good. - It's good to see you.
Yeah.
I'm, uh... I'm sorry about your dad.
- I just heard. - Yeah. Thanks. Thanks so much.
- Luke! - Welcome back, Mr. C.
What are you benching these days?
Like 250?
Still drinking this shit?
Hey. I cannot believe you let the trailer trash in here.
Trailer trash!
Nothing's changed!
Welcome back.
- Good to see you. - You, too.
Did you see my mom?
No.
Though Jackie from upstairs,
she said she already heard him talking about more layoffs.
He's not going to get fired.
He's in The National Guard. Isn't there a law?
Well, sorry, honey, but that don't cut it
when it comes to corporate restructuring. You know?
These guys are champing at the bit
to replace us with a bunch of Pakis
that work for, like, 50 cents and hour,
donate half of that to Al-Qaeda.
Did he just call me honey?
Isn't it past your bedtime, you guys?
My bad, my bad. All right?
Oh, speaking of which... heh heh...
You guys hear the one about the terrorist
who hijacks a 747 full of Pakis? OK?
He says he's gonna release one every hour
until his demands get met?
I got one. There's this Iraqi kid,
and he gets a baseball cap from a G.I.,
and he puts it on, and he goes to show his mom.
"Mommy, Mommy, look! I'm an American. "
She slaps him upside the head and says,
"Go show that to your father. "
Yeah, this is a good one.
- Yeah. - Max, don't.
So he goes to his dad and he says,
"Daddy, daddy, look! I'm an American. "
And his dad clocks him right in the mouth
real hard and says,
"So now how do you like being an American?"
And this kid looks up at him with tears in his eyes and says,
"I've been an American for, like, ten minutes,
and already I hate you goddamn towelheads. "
Max! That's not nice. No!
It's frickin' hysterical.
Where'd you pick up that kind of language?
Oh, Dad, you emailed me that joke.
You see me laughing?
Oh, come on!
Yeah, come on, Teddy, it's not like you've never
told a Nig... an African-American joke
before in your life, right?
Why don't you stay the fuck out of it?
- Whoa, Ted. - OK, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait a minute here. That's it.
Teddy's first night, it's getting late,
so let's just... Let's call it a night.
Smarten up.
I got it the first time.
What did you say to me?
Max, why don't you take Sammi home?
Give me that.
OK! Good night, kids.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
Welcome back, partner.
- Murray. - Thanks, Moll.
Want a lift?
No.
Come on.
Since when do you smoke?
I...
They're mine.
Sammi, you're a nice kid,
but you're a terrible liar.
Leave her alone. They're mine.
Give them up.
- I'm not gonna... - You're not gonna what?
Max, please take Sam home now.
Come on.
- Let's go to bed. - Did you know about this?
Once. I caught him once. He said he'd stop.
Well, that was effective.
You know what, Teddy? I'm really glad you're back
so you can whip us all into shape.
Maybe I can stop working double shifts
and go back to being a better mother and housewife
like God meant me to.
Good night.
Ted?
You OK?
What happened?
I thought I s... saw something.
I know. I know.
I can't do anything about it. I can't.
What can you do? What can I do?
- I don't know. - Morning.
Everything OK?
It's fine.
Hi, Mr. Cogan. Sorry.
Is, uh, there anything I can help with?
- Dad! - Oh, no. It's just my mom. She's...
With you coming back and Daddy...
she's not doing so good.
I'm sorry. I could go by and, uh...
- Oh, could you? - I don't think that's a good...
- That'd be great. - Sure.
Thanks so much. I really just think she needs to talk
to someone who...
Who gets it.
Yeah, exactly.
- Come on, we gotta hustle. - Thank you.
Have a good day at school.
Yeah.
OK.
April?
Anyone home?
Better with the sound off.
Bullshit smells less.
Um, I'm sorry.
Teddy, Ted, Ted.
Your timing is impeccable.
Maybe you should cover up.
Hmm.
I guess I should.
Um... Sammi told me you're, uh,
pretty upset.
I, uh, wanted to come by and make sure you're doing OK.
I guess that me coming home... It probably stirred up some...
Don't. Don't blame yourself.
Hell, the fact is, I'm kinda glad you're here.
You give me strength.
Isn't that funny?
It's good.
And I sure need strength now.
Roger that.
No, don't!
Don't move.
- Teddy? - Sorry, I...
What are you doing?
I rang the doorbell. The, uh, door was open.
Are you OK?
Yeah. Yeah. Sammi asked me to come by.
Check up on you.
Um...
I had a...
Dream.
That you hurt yourself.
It was, um...
pretty vivid.
Here I am with...
I get...
so lonely.
And angry.
It's just...
so unfair, you know?
Just so fucking unfair.
Why him?
Why me?
I knew some guys in the third.
Same thing.
I.E.D. Ambush.
They cut off his head!
They cut off his fucking head!
I'm sorry, I didn't know.
Look.
You're upset.
You're in pain.
I'm gonna help you.
But...
You gotta give me that gun.
I can't... I can't...
I can't have it in the house.
What?
Nothing.
It's OK now.
Yeah, it's OK.
Ghost?
I know how it sounds.
OK, who is he?
A guy in your unit?
No, I think he's from the van.
The van?
Checkpoint.
Right.
I didn't get a good look at the bodies,
before the RPG hit.
He looks like he could be one of them.
All burnt up.
I'm not a shrink, sweetie.
It does seem natural, though, if you're having feelings of guilt
- or if you're feeling responsible... - It just seems so real.
It's not a flashback. He's just there.
Maybe you should talk to someone about it.
Right?
I mean, it's just a thought.
When you're ready.
Hey, good-looking.
Ahhh!
What... oh, God.
Nightmare?
Baby, you're burnin' up.
My head hurts.
I'm thirsty.
Grab the thermometer. You're really hot.
Sir, do you know how many
post-traumatic claims we process in...
But I've been here for two hours, all right?
I just want a straight answer.
Well, all I can tell you is it'll take at least three months.
- Three months? - Yep.
What the hell am I supposed to do for three months?
You could always seek private treatment.
I can barely afford to feed my goddamn family.
Hey, soldier. Don't waste your breath.
Dragon lady ain't worth it.
Next!
Same shit as Nam.
When the guys come back post-traumatic.
Right.
You should see Jake Witzky.
Who is he, some private shrink?
Mm...
Sort of. He's at the lodge house.
Jake Witzky.
He'll help you out.
Yeah, thanks.
You know, you better write that down, 'cause your mind ain't quite home yet.
Good. Good.
Hmm.
You take care, Ted.
Help me.
Help me... Help me... Help me...
I'm so sorry.
I never meant to hurt you.
Carmelita?!
What the hell are you doing with my daughter?
Get away from him. I told you not to run around.
You're a sick, sick man.
And what did you do?
Did he touch you?
You touch my little girl, your ass is going to jail.
Uh... I'm sorry. I thought she was someone else.
Police! Police!
I'm sorry.
Help! Help!
Someone, police!
Hello?
Uhh!
Help! Help! Goddamn it!
Aah!
Sorry, I called them. It's been acting up all day.
- Excuse me. - Excuse me.
Would you press 3?
Is that your way of trying to quit?
I could smell it from upstairs.
Sorry, Mr. C.
- I gotta go. - Yeah.
You better tell your mom before I do.
Yeah, I will.
I didn't know you were home.
At least that's honest.
Pockets.
Dad?
How many of these things you got?
Same one. I got it out of the trash.
I bought it the day you sent me that picture
of you in the Bradley.
Well, that's sentimental,
but that's not a reason to start smoking.
Look, I know quitting is hard.
It's easier to do now than later.
Yeah, whatever.
- Excuse me? - I'm sorry.
Take those off when you're talking to me.
L... I have a headache, so...
Off!
Jesus Christ. What the hell happened to you?
Nothing.
- What happened? - Nothing.
Luke and I took care of it.
That's not what I'm asking.
This kid was being an asshole.
An ass.
And you took care of it.
Yes. At least I don't need stitches.
What the hell's the matter with you?
Since when do you solve problems with your fists?
That's rich, coming from you.
Who exactly do you think you're talking to?
You want to know what happened?
Here.
Christ.
Punk stuck that on my locker.
It's from weeks ago, so he was just...
waiting for you to come home.
I'm sorry.
I should have talked to you.
You didn't need to find out about it like this.
It's not like I didn't already know.
Look...
I know this pissed you off.
Beating the crap out of some guy doesn't solve anything.
So what are you saying... I ignore it?
Yeah.
I can't do that.
And neither could you.
You should've tried, Max.
No. Bullshit. I know you.
You didn't go over there to win hearts and minds.
You went over there to kick their asses
so that they'd know that they couldn't
just come over here and... and blow us up!
Max.
It's been a hard year for both of us.
So let's put it behind us and move on.
Put some ice on that.
Now, you better write that down because your mind ain't quite home yet.
- Hey! - Oh, sh...
- Jesus H. Christ. - What are you doing?
I'm sorry.
- You went to the library. - Yep.
Tessa got these from the hospital.
She says to take one right before you go to bed
and you'll sleep like the...
baby. You'll sleep like a baby.
It won't make any difference.
OK.
You know, I don't... I...
I don't mean to sound, um, insensitive,
but when do you plan on going back to work?
To work.
I was counting on your paycheck
when you got back, and...
we're running out of money.
Something's happening to me.
I know that, and I...
It's not just the...
I'm seeing things.
And some of them are real.
They are real.
And I think we have to be very, very careful.
Sweetie, you need help.
You know, professional help. Not just a half-assed...
Goddamn it!
I need you to believe me.
I need to go to work.
I've got bills to pay.
Goddamn it is right.
- Yo, man. You lost? - Yo, money. What's up?
Yo, money, what you lookin' at man?
What? What? What?
Do something. Do something.
We're closed.
Are you Jake Witzky?
You have the eyes.
I'm sorry?
The eyes.
X- ray eyes, right?
Uh, well, I'm just looking for a guy they said was here.
Last door on the right.
Thanks.
Cover charge.
I'm thinking 20.
Look, uh, here's 40.
Why don't you...
keep an eye on my car?
Young entrepreneurs' club on the corner?
Don't worry.
Those boys know better than to mess with our guests.
Thanks.
No!
Don't shoot!
Hah. You think I can't see you in there?
Whoa.
I got ya, buddy.
I see ya met Alice.
She has a sick sense of humor.
Once she gets inside,
she can make you see anything she wants.
I said the door on the right.
Come on in, Teddy.
Close the door!
Before you let all the roaches out.
Let me guess...
You see dead people.
Yeah.
Sit. Sit. You're making me nervous.
What does it want?
I don't know.
You don't know? What, it hasn't told you yet?
It doesn't talk.
See, that's where you're wrong, Ted.
They all talk. You're just not listening.
Some talk like you and me.
And some, the ones that suffered the most,
they speak with the same violence that killed them.
What?
Oh, sorry.
I don't get many visitors.
- Are you... - No.
I'm as alive as you are, Mr. Cogan.
Just got a little carried away.
Fresh-squeezed.
Trust me.
You need the fluids.
Thanks.
You know, when I was a kid, they just talked to me, you know?
But the older I got, the harder it was for them to come through.
They got more annoyed.
Mean as hell. Drove me a little nuts.
And one day I kinda lost it and...
Tssst!
Needless to say, puberty sucked.
No, see, that's it. That's it!
You're going about this totally wrong. I can fuckin' smell it on you.
What are you talking about?
The fear, man.
The fear short-circuits your brain.
Stops you from thinkin', from listening.
It's got you on the run.
But you gotta face it.
You gotta welcome it.
- Welcome it? - Yes!
Because the longer you wait, the more pissed off it gets.
And the anger drives it.
It gives it the power to affect things, like physical things.
Then... then, it can really hurt you.
So think. What does it want?
It wants me dead.
I killed it.
I... gave the orders to have his family killed.
Good, good. That's good. But there's something more,
something... something he wants you to do
to make it right, maybe. What is that, Ted?
- I don't know. - Oh, think!
You got to focus.
You are a receiver now.
Nothing, and I mean nothing is random anymore.
Not for you.
Examine every part of your life.
Every detail. You find out what it wants and do it.
Fast.
It won't stop with you.
It'll destroy everything and everyone around you.
Empty that pocket.
What?
It wants your family.
Hello?
Oh, my God.
Yeah, I have to go.
Find out what it wants!
Welcome it!
Excuse me. Max Cogan. He's my son.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
It's 406, just down the hall.
She's dead. Sammi, she... she's dead.
Sammi's dead!
Max?
Don't... don't hurt my boy, please.
Ted?
He's alive?
He's in a coma.
And they don't know when he's going to wake up
or... if.
What happened?
Oh... uh...
Luke was driving, and Max and Sammi
were in the backseat...
- Is Luke... - Yes.
I mean, they don't even know what happened.
No one was drinking, and there was nobody else on the road.
I mean, the... the... the car, it just...
it just swerved into a pole.
Just like that?
All by itself?
I mean... well, you... you should talk to him,
because the doctor said
that he might be able to hear us.
It'd be really good for him to know that you're here.
I'm so glad you're back home.
OK.
I have to go check on April.
I'll be back soon.
Max?
Max, it's your dad.
I'm gonna take care of it.
Aah!
Nothing is random anymore.
Not for you.
Examine every part of your life.
Every detail.
- I brought you, uh... - I'll be right back.
Where are you going?
July 3.
Oh, my God.
He's not even Iraqi.
He's just some college kid from up north.
Burnt to death, fuckin' animals.
So... what does this have to do with you, Ted?
I don't know.
That's what I want to find out. I figure if I go up there, maybe...
No... no, what?
Yeah, I'm going to borrow the car for a bit.
No, no, no.
No, Ted. He was found south of fucking Rockford,
that's, like, two hours away from here.
Look.
Jesus Christ, did you do that to yourself?
Yes. No, he...
He died in a fire.
They speak with the same violence that killed them...
What are you talking about?
- It's a message. - What message?
He was beaten and burned.
All the things that are happening to me.
- It all fits. I gotta figure this out. - Oh, my God.
- You see... - You're sick.
- It did this to Max. - OK, stop it.
- It's not going to leave us alone... - Please, just... never!
Do you understand? I've gotta make this right.
If I don't, I don't think Max will make it.
Ted, please.
OK.
Sammi?
Ahhh...
Aah!
Unh!
Hey!
Unh.
Aah!
Max?
This is for our dads, you piece of shit.
No!
How is he?
Where are all the machines?
He woke up.
When?
Friday.
- Friday? Today is... - Sunday, Ted.
You've been gone for three days.
Three days.
I lost track of time.
Look, I, um...
I think that once we get him home, maybe you and I should...
Max has done something terrible.
What are you talking about?
I went to Rockford.
L... I saw it. L...
Dad?
Sweetie.
- Hi. - You're back.
Mom was going mental.
How are you?
I'm fine.
I want to go home.
I know, I know.
The doctor said you're not ready yet.
I went to Rockford.
- Shut up, Ted. - Why did you go there?
Forget it. Daddy's not feeling well.
How could you do it?
I mean it, leave him alone!
What do you mean?
How did you know?
I'm sorry.
Lock it!
Should we sweep our tracks?
It's all so messed up.
We were all there.
Sweetie, that's just, uh... It's just a nightmare.
Dr. Sanders said that it's natural...
We buried Sammi's dad the day before.
And they kept telling us that there was like
a 90% chance that you would never make it out of the coma.
And even if you did, that you'd be...
a vegetable.
You remember they said that, Mom?
I was pretty...
screwed up.
Sammi, too.
She just wanted to get drunk,
lose her head, you know?
We were all in a foul mood,
a bad place.
And that song,
that song we kept playing didn't help.
Anyway, on the way back,
there was this place we always used to hang.
But this time, someone was already there.
We were all pretty loaded.
We are not alone.
Oh, hang on.
I think he needs help.
Hey! Hey, you need a hand?
Oh, hi.
Yeah, uh,
you guys got a tire jack by any chance?
You from around here?
I go to school down the road,
and the light's just so beautiful here today...
You an exchange student?
No, I'm from Highland Park.
You guys?
- Let me check. - Thanks, man.
Rough day.
Well, look what I've got here.
Oh, man, thank you so much. I appreciate this.
- It's your lucky day. - Wow, amazing.
Lifesaver.
OK.
Hey, Max.
What?
Next time you guys come this way, drinks are on me, all right?
Yeah, whatever. We're outta here.
What?
You know, our dads aren't fighting for oil, you piece of shit.
They're fighting to drag your sorry asses
out of the Middle Ages.
What are you... what is...
Oh, you mean because of the...
No, no, I don't mean any disrespect.
I totally support...
Fuck you, Osama.
Hey, I'm an American.
Yeah, right.
See you.
Come on, guys, what are you...
You're going to leave me here?
Wish you had your camel now, don't you?
Cunt.
What the fuck did you say?!
Hey.
Hey, hey.
Get off me.
Hey!
Hang on.
- Aah! - Ow!
No more.
We should chop off his head.
Like they did to my dad, right?
No, then we'd need an ax.
Fuck.
Let's burn the fucker.
Let's just get out of here.
Max, give me your lighter.
I'll do it.
No. No.
I looked at him,
and I thought about you
dying in some shitty hospital
halfway across the world.
Dying to protect people like him.
And I wanted to do something.
Hit back.
Hard. For you.
So I...
We...
Dumped him into...
I'm scared.
It's OK, sweetheart. It's OK. Shh, shh.
Is this true?
And you saw this?
Oh, my God, this is insane.
Oh...
OK, what do we do now?
I don't know.
Did, um...
Did...
Did you touch anything?
What?
In Rockford.
Did you touch anything?
Did you leave anything behind?
Are you asking me if I left evidence?
Well, yes, you're a solider. Your fingerprints are on file.
What if somebody goes back and they check?
Jesus Christ.
Look, we need to get a plan.
We need to get our stories straight. We...
- We need to get a lawyer. - No, no, no, no.
We tell no one.
Molly...
He and his friends killed a man.
Yes, they did,
and now they're all gone,
and he's still alive.
No one else has to know about this.
Right.
Well, what else do you suggest, huh?
I don't know.
But he committed a murder.
Yeah, well, so did you, goddamn it.
You know, so did you.
You blew up a van of innocent people
with a family inside
and you got a fucking medal for it, Teddy.
So don't you dare go all moral on me, OK?
You're not going to sacrifice my son to alleviate your goddamn guilt.
I mean, he's just a boy,
and he almost died in that car crash.
Isn't that enough for you?
Yeah.
- But... - But what?
But what?
It won't be enough for him.
For who?
Him.
He's my son.
I need you to calm down.
I want to make it right.
Talk to me.
What do you want me to do?
Tell me what you want.
Ted, Ted, Ted, Ted.
Oh, my God, oh, my God, you're burning up.
I'm going to go get the doctor. Stay there. Don't move.
Can somebody help me, please?
My husband's gone into some kind of shock.
- OK, OK, what room? - He's right here in the hallway.
OK, come on.
Ted, the nurse is here.
- Sir? - Help me.
What seems to be the problem?
Help me.
Ted, what's wrong?
Stop me.
Stop me, goddamn it!
No!
Security, security!
Unh!
Mom?
No, no, no, stop it!
Kill me.
No, please, please, please, please.
No, oh, my God!
Dad?
Your dad's all right, sweetie.
Mom? Mom!
Mom!
No!
Don't...
Don't hurt my boy, please.
Mom!
I had to do it.
I had to turn you in
or he would have killed you, too.
I wasn't going to let that happen.
Max.
I hope someday you can forgive me.
Molly.
Did you make it right?
I mean, does all this make it right?
I don't know.
I think so.
But I'm not sure.
That's good.
Well...
Bye, sweetie.
Don't go.
Molly.