Max

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Okay, Max. Go search.

Careful, Max.

Coast clear?

Good to go.

- Sir, just move to the circle.

- All right, let's go.

- Come on. Come on.

- Outside the door. Outside the door.

All right. Back up. Back up.

Why is it just a bunch of old people?

Where are the young studs?

We have surveillance of this village.

We know you're selling weapons

to the Taliban. Where is your supply?

Calm down. Ma'am, calm down.

Well, look what we have here.

We hit the jackpot.

Attaboy, Max. Attaboy.

Mom, I know

it's been too long since we last talked.

They doubled our patrols,

but it's paying off.

Our battalion's never had a find

like this. We owe it all to Max.

We're so proud of you both.

You hear that, Max? Say "hi."

- Hi. Can he see me?

- Yeah, of course he can, Mom.

Come on. We're just an ocean of pixels

in a dog's eyes, Pam.

- Hey, Dad. How you doing?

- I'm good, Kyle.

- You shouldn't mess with your mother like that.

- Yes, sir. Sorry.

- What'd y'all dig up over there?

- The usual. Just a lot more of it.

You know, RPGs, AKs. A lot of Russian

junk left over from the '80s.

I'd trade that M-4 for one of those

Russian AKs any day of the week.

- I'll run that up the flagpole, sir.

- Well...

Anyway, I think both of you

deserve a medal or something.

Yeah. Kyle's so awesome,

even his fricking dog's a hero.

Feet off the table.

No cussing in this house.

- I didn't cuss.

- You can't hide the words in your mind...

...from God by switching letters

in your mouth.

- You think he cares what I got in my mind?

- Hey. Cut it out.

They ask me how I sleep so good

in a war zone.

You can sleep

because I got your back, K-dog.

- Well, hi.

- Hey, Tyler.

You still wrestling with that kitchen sink?

Yeah, but I think it's about to tap out.

- You boys keeping out of trouble?

- Still making trouble, Ms. W.

- Now I'm just bringing it down

on the bad guys. - Hoorah.

- Waste them all. Let God sort them out.

- Hey.

- Hoorah. - Boys, we need

you to report to command.

- Hey, Mom, I gotta go. Okay? I love you.

- All right.

- Well, okay. Bye. We love you. Love you.

- Be safe.

Justin, come say goodbye to your brother.

- Justin.

- Hey, Mom. Just leave him be, okay?

I'm just dealing with a minor insurgency.

He's trying to save the whole universe.

This is the weapons cache

your unit uncovered. Is that correct?

- Yes, sir.

- And this is the field report.

And there are several more weapons in the

photos than are listed in the report.

- Not enough to set off alarm bells.

- This is not the first time...

...we've noted discrepancies

in your unit's field reports.

After a while, a trickle

turns into a stream.

Anything you want to tell us, Marine?

I just handle the dog, sir.

Sergeant Harne, step

inside, front and center.

Sergeant Harne reporting, sir.

Can you believe those office pogues

coming at us like that?

- We're putting our lives on the line for them.

- Ty, this ain't fifth grade.

I can't cover for you like that here. Now, until

yesterday, I had no idea what you were doing.

You crossed the line.

Put the brakes on it or I will.

- Kyle, it's me you're talking to.

- When are you gon...

What's he got?

- Wants us to stay put.

- No. We have our orders. Move him out.

Max.

- Everybody down!

- Take cover! Take cover!

Max!

Tyler!

Tyler!

- Smith, Rodrigues, with me!

- Henderson, March, go, go, go!

- I can't see it! I can't see it!

- I'm blind!

All right, everybody, move up! Move up!

Where's Wincott?

- Sarge!

- I got him, I got him.

Easy, Max.

Easy. I got you, Max.

All right. There's no security codes

or encryptions or anything like that on it.

- Yeah, I get it. You're proud of your work, B.

- Whoa, whoa.

I want an extra 200 for this one.

Okay? Tell Emilio that.

- You said what?

- I heard he's selling...

...that "Assassin's Creed" I ripped

all the way in Austin.

You don't want beef with my cousin.

You know what I'm saying?

Look, man, 200 more

or this is gonna be the last one.

Hey, Mr. Wincott. Gotta go.

Be seeing you later, Justin. Peace out.

Okay.

Come here.

- What are you doing?

- Hanging out.

I thought I was gonna see you at work

this morning, 8 a.m.

And waste my summer?

Sweeping floors for 8 bucks an hour?

You'd rather sit in your room on your butt,

playing video games? That suit you better?

It's better than renting storage for junk people

should have thrown out in the first place.

That junk puts food in your mouth,

smart guy.

And I don't just run it, I own it.

A lot of people around here, they gotta

punch a time clock. I'm my own boss.

- Yeah, well, you ain't mine.

- What's that?

Stay here, Justin.

Dad.

- Stay here.

- Dad, what are they doing here?

Dad.

Nearer, my God, to thee

Nearer to thee

E'en though it be a cross

That raiseth me

Still all my song shall be...

Nearer, my God, to thee

Ma'am. Sir.

Sorry I'm so late.

I trained your son and his dog at Maitland.

They sent Max back for an eval. Figured

since we were only a short drive away...

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

Though like the wanderer

The sun gone down

We gotta go, Max. Come on.

I'm sorry.

He was trained better than this.

Come on, Max.

I know how he feels.

Max.

Excuse me, son. Who might you be?

It's Justin. Kyle's brother.

I guess Max already figured that out.

You wanna help us get him back to the van?

Might go a lot easier if you did.

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