Brothers Page #2

- I hate it.

You gotta put it on, okay.

We have to go.

I don't want to.

I don't wanna wear mine

either, it's itchy.

Okay, come here, okay.

Come here.

Is Dad really dead like

your mom and dad?

- I'm sorry.

- Appreciate it.

- Sorry dear.

- Thank you for coming.

Sir, your son is the best

damn marine I ever commanded.

I appreciate it.

Come on girls,

get in the car.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Grace, Sam wrote this for you

before he left. He never wanted

me to have to deliver it.

I don't believe it, John.

I can't feel it.

Shouldn't I be able to feel it?

It's hard to accept.

He was a good friend, good marine.

- Why don't you let me drive?

- What are you talking about?

Come on, girls.

- Why don't you give me the keys, Dad?

- What makes you so responsible all of a sudden?

- Let Tommy drive.

- Let Tommy drive. Look, I tell you what...

...why don't you get a job and earn some money,

buy yourself a car and then you can drive

wherever the hell you want.

Give me the keys!

Did you hear those marines in there

today talking about your brother?

Did you?

Who's gonna stand up and

testify for you once you're dead?

It's my fault Sam's dead, right?

That's what you think.

It's got nothing to do with you, okay.

- What are you saying to me?

- Hank.

Forget it.

- You never had any guts.

- Oh, and you did.

That's why you screamed

at mom every f***ing night.

That's why you drove us drunk.

Oh, hang in there, marines.

- Don't. Come on.

- Well, you put all that sh*t in his head.

- You'll never fill up my shoes.

- I know that.

- You never could make me proud.

- Oh, for God's sake.

- Pride is a sin.

- Stop it! Give me the keys!

Here you go.

I'm walking.

This is a nightmare.

What's going on?

What are they gonna do with us?

- Is that yours?

- Yeah.

- Is that your wife?

- Cassie...

No, she's not.

You don't have a wife.

You don't have a family.

The only person you know...

..is Private Willis and Captain Cahill.

You know nothing else.

Yes, sir.

- Hello.

- Grace.

Tommy?

Hi, I don't know it's like one in the morning...

It's three, it's three

in the morning.

Great. I had a couple of drinks.

And apparently they're the most

expensive drinks in the world.

And now, I owe like $47.

I could've just walked out, but then,

this guy says that he's gonna tip me out of disorderly

...and then I'd lose my parole.

Which bar?

Your nose is like a lunar eclipse.

- Come on, let me touch it.

- Get your hands off me.

- Tommy, I'm sick of you.

- Just for a second. Come on.

Why get so upset with me?

- Alright, go ahead.

- See, nothing to it.

- Big deal.

- That thing is huge, man.

- Grace.

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