Man Down

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Devin, I'm at the back entrance.

I'm going in.

Okay, it's me.

Daddy?

You're okay.

Yeah, you're okay.

Okay, we're gonna get

out of this place now.

Come on, baby.

Hold my hand.

Hold my hand.

Yo, Drummer, you copy?

Dev, made contact...

Back, back, back, back.

All right, you're okay. Come on.

Daddy!

Daddy!

Come on, come on.

We got away.

All right, we're going back in!

Land of opportunity

is offering just that

to our enemies.

The magnitude of destruction

our director of defense,

the United Nations,

and the Centers for Disease

Control warning us about?

I don't know

the words to tell you

how I wish I could be

where you are...

protect you...

hold you.

If there was a way,

I would save you from this war...

which has covered everything...

you, your mom...

our world...

Every morning, I see your face.

I hear your laugh...

your footsteps

on the living room floor.

Every night I dream

when you were bom.

Now I wonder if you're safe.

You can fear for me as much

as I fear for you and your mom.

I won't stop looking, Johnny.

I won't quit.

They taught us that

in the Corps.

Never give up.

Ever.

Come in.

Captain, missing debrief?

Corporal Drummer.

Lance Corporal, sir.

Ah. Captain Peyton.

Nice to finally meet you.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

I'm sorry I'm late. I overslept.

It's been a tough couple of weeks.

Please, my chateau.

Can I get you anything?

Just a water, a Coke.

Well, we have a mini fridge

for the court case.

That's a nice perk.

We get a few over here.

It's got cane sugar.

Mexicans do it right,

don't they?

That your son?

Godson. Zachary.

You got kids of your own,

or just the godson'?

Well, right now,

I'm here with you.

So, this will be more informal

than other meetings

you may have had

over the incident,

but if you would,

I'd like you to tell me

a little bit about yourself...

your life outside the Corps.

It's not much.

I don't know, you probably got it

all in there, don't you?

Some of it. I'd prefer

to hear it from you.

Married eight years.

One child.

Yep. Jon.

Jonathan.

Jonathan Michael Drummer.

What about Corporal Roberts?

How would you describe

your relationship with him?

Most squared-away Marine I know. Um...

Love him like family.

Trust nobody in the work!

With family but him.

Pull one trigger,

regret the rest of your life.

Yeah, f*** it.

- You don't think like that?

- Like what?

Regrets.

You ain't got no regrets.

Huh?

You ain't got no regrets.

I have regrets.

Name one.

Well...

I regret bringing you

into this bullshit.

He carried me

every step of the way.

I mean, I probably wouldn't be here

if it wasn't for Roberts.

And how does that

make you feel now?

Not sure.

Well, you must have

some feelings about it.

About how...

I mean, I don'! know.

I'm just trying

to get back to my son.

Of course you do.

You miss him.

I don't see...

what the point of all this is.

Well, because this is mandatory,

until my local clock

strikes seven,

you're expected to remain, so...

we might as well make

the most of it.

You got all the power, sir.

But if you'd prefer, we need

not talk about your son.

I'd like that.

You motherfuckers

think y'all Marines?

Yes, Sergeant!

I said do you motherfuckers

think y'all are Marines?

Yes, Sergeant!

Good Marines have bled

for the Corps.

Good Marines have died

for the Corps.

Do you believe you deserve

to die with that same honor?

Yes, Sergeant!

I said do you think you deserve

to die with that honor?

Yes, Sergeant!

Yeah. Y'all look scared!

You might be happy

to be a Marine,

but you look scared!

And for that reason

I am inserted into your life.

The papers you're holding

are the serial numbers

to your new rifles.

You will memorize these numbers

along with a whole slew

of other information

I deem necessary!

- Is that clear?

- Yes, Sergeant!

You understand you're holding

a piece of paper, Marine?

Yes, Sergeant!

How much does a piece

of paper weigh?

How much does

a piece of paper weigh?

- Nothing, Sergeant!

- How much?

- Nothing, Sergeant!

- Then why are your arms falling?

Why are your arms falling?

Why are your arms falling'!

Why are your arms falling?

Tell me why!

Tell me why! Tell me why!

I don't know, Sergeant.

You don't know

why your arms are falling'?

- No, Sergeant.

- Keep them up!

Keep the piece of f***ing paper!

Be prepared to be pushed

to new levels.

Be prepared

to be pissed off and on

until you become worthy

of appearing

when the enemy says...

Again, keep them up!

Pick it up!

Welcome to the pain, marines!

Welcome to the pain!

- Welcome to the pain!

- Welcome to the pain!

Welcome to the what?

- Welcome to the pain!

Buddy up and move

onto the course.

- Yes, Sergeant.

- Move! Move!

Move! Let's go!

Forget that fool.

We got this.

Tum it around

You found

that they were all wrong

All you had heard

Were ghosts of the words

in a song

Move it! Move it!

Let's go, bro! Let's go. Hurry up!

Group two, hurry the f*** up!

Hurry the f*** up, brother!

Hurry the f*** up!

- Flank! Set!

- Move out!

Close our front!

- Move out!

- I'm up, he sees me, I'm down!

- Stay down!

- Move it!

Shut it off!

What the f***

are you saying, Marine?

Nothing, Sergeant!

Was I talking to you, Marine?

No, Sergeant, sir!

Then why the f***

are you answering for him?

- I don't know, Sergeant.

- You two butt buddies, Marine?

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