Medal of Victory

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You Mcmasters?

Where's your father?

- Who are you?

- Who am I?

Harry Maddox,

Townville financial.

I'm the owner of this sh*t hole.

- He's not here. -Yes, I

know he's not f***ing here.

- But where is he?

- At work.

And what about you, son?

You work?

I use that to make

a little on weekends.

- How much?

- For you? 100 bucks.

100 bucks?

I heard you lived here

all alone.

No dad,

no adult.

Just you

in this dumpy little palace here

all by yourself.

Your father owes me $23,000.

And as much as I'd like you

to mow my lawn

230 times...

He's gotta pay.

- Where is he?

- I told you.

Tell me again!

Perhaps I'm not making myself

clear to you.

A, tell me where your father is.

B...

Let's say you don't

wanna know that option.

Plan b?

- Wait.

- Just a second, son.

No!

Wait!

I don't know where he is!

Is this thing gassed up?

It's been over a month!

Spark plugs maybe.

He has a girlfriend!

- Where?

- I don't know.

No! No! No!

Cut the engine.

Cut it!

Now, get in your car and leave.

You got 48 hours

to get outta here.

You don't live here anymore.

And I'll be seeing you around,

won't I, sweetie-pie?

Sure will.

Go down to miss Johnson's.

She'll find you a place to stay.

Okay?

Ugh! And stay out

of trouble.

Cutshaw, way back!

Oh! Hey, that totally

would have gone in.

Where's this crate?

That crate is in the classified

sector until the 23rd.

No, it's not.

How long till the plane

takes off?

- 20 minutes.

- How far to the airfield?

- 20 miles.

- No problem.

Think that shitty

American junker's

gonna make it to the airfield?

Pardon you, but under the

hood of that junker's

a 402 big block with a 650

carburetor and a 12 bolt rear end.

This beast has 850,000

f***ing miles left on it.

We're gonna catch

that goddamn plane, sergeant.

- Buckle up.

Nuclear fusion triggers, sir.

Do you even know what a nuclear

fusion trigger is, sergeant?

Yes, sir. It's an electrical

component that initiates

a nuclear firing sequence.

Sir, I was unaware of that fact.

Shut your bullwash,

you f***ing pogue!

At ease.

Do you know what was supposed

to be on that plane?

Yes, sir.

Food, sir.

Right again.

Nutritious, delicious food

for the starving nation

of Malawi.

Unbelievable.

You ever been hungry, Mcmasters?

He doesn't know a damn thing

about being hungry.

Captain, there was a mistake

with the inventory, sir.

The... the barcodes,

there was an error,

after which the crate was placed

in the unclassified section,

not the classified.

Barcodes.

You ruined yourself here,

Mcmasters,

pulverized your career.

Do you have any idea how far up

this is going to go?

- Sir, i...

- Go ahead.

Apologize, it'll go on record.

Captain Starke, sir,

understandably you are very upset.

We all are.

You have been a mentor

to me, and I'm...

- I'm sorry.

- Enough!

Now I'm gonna go on record.

Mcmasters, as sergeant first

class of the fortune cargo bay,

you along with

sergeant Stuart Cutshaw,

are responsible for sending

nuclear fusion triggers

to Zomba, Malawi.

In doing so, you violated

countless rules and regulations

of the United States

armed forces

and jeopardized the national

security of the United States.

- Sir, if I could just explain.

- No!

No, you'll shut the f*** up

is what you'll do.

I trusted you, Mcmasters.

I trusted you and you blew it.

I have to go to the bathroom.

Let the investigator

know they're here.

Oh, Jesus.

Come on, Unitas.

You always gotta be such a...

Prick.

They're really gonna love f***ing

you at fort sill, aren't they?

Can you believe this sh*t?

I'm the one who started

that food program,

me, and nobody else

even wanted it.

So I sent the wrong crate

one time,

one time.

Will you, please?

I mean, how many

right crates were sent?

How many little bellies

are now filled

with nutritious foodstuffs?

I don't know,

they never mentioned it.

Which one's Unitas's car?

That one.

With a program like this,

mistakes happen,

all the time.

Starke's throwing me

under the bus.

Two years I kissed

that guy's ass.

You know, he once tried

to kiss me when he was drunk.

Really?

How much cash do you got?

- Not much. You?

- Not much.

Mcmasters, how the f*** is that?

You're like the biggest

spender I know.

Yeah, don't worry,

I have credit cards.

What, are you f***ing high?

That's the first place

they'll look

to try to trace us.

We need cash.

And... there.

Townville.

How long since

you been home, Princess?

F*** that town.

We're not stopping there.

- You don't know anyone there?

- No.

No family?

Friends? Baby mama?

Drop it already.

It ain't happening.

How about this option?

What are you doing?

Do not turn

into that bar, sergeant.

Come on.

One drink.

The MP's haven't

talked to the cops yet.

Posse Comitatus, motherf***er.

How do you know

who's talked to anybody?

Get back on the road.

Come on!

Have one drink.

You're blocking the door.

Game on, player.

Ted crump, a Townville man,

beloved by all.

The champion of progress,

the Townville way.

Yes, friend, as your mayor,

we've had some good years

here in Townville.

Let's have a few more together.

What is that noise?

We love Ted. We love Ted.

Oh, my goodness!

I'm Ted crump

and you know who I am!

This Tuesday, vote crump.

Crump! Crump! Crump!

We always had a few

Afghan army with us.

They would just stop

in the middle of patrol

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