Last Flag Flying

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She said she's

a prostitute, but I don't...

- I don't do that.

- Well, you got to understand

- where I'm coming from.

- If you could

just see yourself right now.

You look like you just had

a lobotomy.

What's wrong with you?

This is reality.

Reality? My ass.

It's all made-up.

Let me ask you this, huh,

how many times on this show

have you seen the cops

arrest, you know,

killers and-and rapists

or something like that?

How many times

did they slap the cuffs

on some crooked CEO f*ck?

What can I get you?

- Beer.

- Beer.

Bottle? Draft?

- Uh, draft.

- Draft.

What you see is them always

catching drug users and johns,

you know, people just hurtin',

just looking for

a little pleasure out of life.

Three dollars.

What have you got against cops?

Got nothin' against cops.

Jesus.

I'll tell you

what I got something against.

I got something against

stupidity. Good ol' stupidity.

That's what I got something

against. There you go.

- Oh, keep it.

- Oh, thanks.

You comin' or goin'?

Passing through, kind of.

I swear to God,

a fly can go in your mouth

and you wouldn't even know it.

You'd just swallow it,

'cause it's, like,

the only protein

you've ever had.

It's good beer.

- Huh?

- Good beer.

Yeah. Mm.

From Pennsylvania.

So, how long

have you had this place?

Too long.

It's real homey.

You think so?

Where the hell do you live?

New Hampshire. Portsmouth.

Home of the Navy prison.

Yeah, I know the place.

You don't remember me, do you?

Wait a minute.

It can't be.

Could be.

No way.

Way.

Sweet Jesus. Doc?

Wow, "Doc" --

Nobody's called me that

in a long, long time.

F*ck me. Doc, you made it.

Yeah, yeah.

Wow! Hey, O'Toole, looky here.

He's an old 'Nam buddy of mine.

I saved his life once.

He never saved my life.

Didn't think so.

You got to excuse me, Doc.

Boy, I'm shit for names.

Sheppard. Larry Sheppard.

Shep. That's right.

19-year-old kid. Navy corpsman.

- Huh?

- Once.

Yeah, well,

we were all something once.

Now we're just something else.

So you do remember me?

Of course I remember you.

You heard?

I got busted down to E-1.

Yeah. Yeah.

Most unfair. Boy.

The green weenie--

They broke it off in you.

How long was it? Was it,

like, what, three years?

Ended up about two

with good behavior.

Oh. Well, see,

that's not so bad.

Well, it was pretty bad.

- Mm.

- It was a long time ago.

Yeah.

BCD?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

But at some point,

instead of calling it

a Bad Conduct Discharge,

I started calling it

a better career decision.

F*ckin' A.

So, how'd you, uh,

find my lonesome ass?

Oh, it was easy. The Internet.

You can find anybody

on the Internet these days.

Boy, that is really f*cked.

So, Portsmouth, huh?

- Mm-hmm.

- What do you do for a living there?

I'm a stocking clerk

at the Navy Exchange.

You got to be shitting me.

That's all right,

that's all right.

Don't you go someplace

when you close?

Like where?

I don't know. Home?

It'll be there tomorrow.

Hmm.

Reveille! Reveille!

Drop your cocks

and grab your socks!

Reveille!

Hey. This is the last slice

of pizza.

- You want it?

- No.

That's it. Once this is gone,

- there's no more pizza.

- No. Ow.

You sure? Going once,

going twice, gone.

Mmm. I love cold pizza.

Hey, you want a beer?

- Mm-mm.

- You sure?

Hair of the dog.

Always works for me.

Oh, f*ck.

I'm still a little f*cked up

from last night,

if you want to know the truth.

I think I'm getting a little

too old for this shit, frankly.

What's the deal with the grill

part of "Sal's Bar & Grill"?

Well, gone to rust is the deal.

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