The Marine 3: Homefront Page #2

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Your wife, Lynn? She's at Pilates till 10

where she goes every Tuesday and Thursday.

Then she goes to her part-time gig

at Our Lady of Victory Church.

You have a beautiful family, Glen.

But they will all be dead by day's end

if you do not cooperate with me fully.

Do you understand?

Mm-hm.

Have your tellers open their drawers

and give the cash to my men now.

Ms. Swanson. Ms. Swanson?

Have your tellers give these men

anything that they want.

Right now.

Okay.

Say it loud or she dies.

Ms. Swanson, have them open the drawers

and give the men the money. Now.

Now! Now!

Okay, okay!

I don't like bankers.

I'm a regional manager.

I don't make decisions. I follow orders.

How many houses

have you foreclosed on this year?

How many?

Too many.

Too many.

You know why?

It's greed, Glen.

Greed, people. It's a disease...

...that is eating away at our nation

from the top down.

Personal responsibility.

That's what builds a nation.

You take what you need.

No more. No less.

Let's go.

They'd be so proud of you.

Now me, not so much.

Divorced. No kids. Broke.

Property tax is killing me,

and I may have to sell the place.

It's just... It's too big for me and Lilly

and it doesn't make sense.

How much do you need?

No. You've done enough.

We live here. We'll pay the bills.

How much?

Mandy, have you seen my boots?

They're on the porch.

They were covered in mud.

That's why they're called

boots, not slippers.

You wear them outdoors.

Getting dressed around here

is like a frigging Easter egg hunt.

Has she thought about taking classes again?

You can have that chat tomorrow.

She'd love to give you her thoughts

on higher education.

Christ, Amanda.

She's gotta do something with herself.

Have you even talked to her about...?

Enough, Jake. I'm tired.

I just want to relax.

Okay.

Bye.

I'll see you guys later.

Where you going?

Out.

Darren's waiting.

Darren?

Darren Carlyle. Miller's kid.

You remember him.

I remember not liking him.

Jake, relax. Please. He's a good guy.

He's not some idiot

like the rest of the losers around here.

Didn't he go to juvie for selling weed?

Years ago.

I...

...love you.

So much.

Bye.

You're real subtle.

It's a gift.

Hey, baby.

Hey, you.

Come here.

Mm.

Wow. You look nice.

Thanks.

I noticed your brother's back.

Yep.

He still got a stick up his ass?

Yep.

He never liked me much anyways.

Let's just go.

Hey, Darren, come on in for a sec.

Have a beer or something.

Um...

Jake, you're not my dad. Okay?

Roger that?

Let's go. Now.

Go. Come on. Please. Drive.

Come on. Let's go. Whoa!

Be my virgin number 72

Whoo!

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Well, that's interesting. Yeah.

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