Terminus

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(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Renacimiento... renacimiento.

We're clear.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Renacimiento...

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

That's all he's been saying.

It means rebirth.

Renacimiento renacimiento.

Rebirth of what?

Renacimiento...

You said he was blind.

Yes... he was.

Can you show me where it landed?

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

We're too late.

DAVID (V.O.):
This

place is changing.

Everyone in town's nervous...

but, like you say, nothing

bad ever lasts, right?

Annie's coming to visit.

I was hoping we could take a road trip.

You'd be so proud of her, you know.

So proud.

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

RADIO ANNOUNCER (V.O.): Headlining news

this morning, protests continue around...

the nation following approval

of the President's draft bill...

pledging over 100,000 additional

troops to Operation Terminus...

the ongoing occupation of Iran.

Russian and Chinese Foreign Ministers

have intensified warnings...

against the United States as

the President maintains resolve.

[TONY] Last week it was

braces. Yesterday, Ritalin.

[MICKEY] Trading stocks,

man, that's my game.

You a**holes gonna do any work today?

Oh, yeah, we're

over-friggin-whelmed here.

Hey. J.C.'s Trans-Am needs

a transmission overhaul.

New exhaust... nitrogen in the tires.

- It's a long shot.

- Yeah.

Three days to order the parts.

Two days bank shuts us down.

22 years I've been helping

this town run on wheels.

- Doesn't have to end like this, Ned.

- You kidding me?

I'll be paying this sh*t-storm off for the

next 22 years, if I don't file Chapter 7 now.

We ain't asking for a handout.

Boys'll put in the work, you know

that, but f***, Ned, we need our jobs.

David, it's over. Done.

Well, I'll see if Ramon's

got any exhausts lying around.

Fix J.C.'s Trans-Am, maybe that keeps

the doors open another couple days.

Yeah. Do what you want.

She's something.

Yeah, she's a crying shame.

You the boss around here?

If you're looking for a job,

you're in the wrong place.

Tony, let's go.

I did three years as a field

engineer with the ninth.

Yep.

I just need a chance.

We all do.

REPORTER (ON TV): General Corazon

estimates casualty rates to drop...

once draft reinforcements

complete training.

Jesus, Dad!

I'm cutting you off. Just go home.

No...

Come on, Mickey.

- You can ride with me. Come on.

- No.

Come on.

You too, Mr. Chamberlain.

Come on. Last one.

REPORTER (ON TV): As you can

see, the occupation relies...

on strategic strong-holds along

the Afghan-Iranian border.

A swathe of Russian-endorsed guerilla

fighters continued across the Hindu Kush...

from Pakistan to conduct

raids on US bases.

H2O... on the rocks.

Hey. Bourbon, double.

REPORTER (ON TV): The daily

casualty rate has risen to 23.

So when'd the U.S. Army become

target practice for Arabs...

and cannon fodder for Jews?

Should send me over. I'll

teach 'em how to fight.

Bunch of goddamned pussies.

Used to have standards.

Now they'll take anyone.

Queers, Mexicans. Mexican queers.

No wonder we're losing.

What the f*** would you know about it? Huh?

You should sign up. They'd love you.

Okay, princess... let's go.

- Goddamn Tyson.

- Here we go again.

Hey!

Come on, guys, leave him alone!

You son of a...

What the hell?

He's got a goddamn fake leg!

He's a goddamn cripple. Sh*t!

Ah, man. Screw this. Let's get out of here.

Here.

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey.

Get in.

Come on.

What did you think was

gonna happen back there?

- How long were you over there?

- You know what your problem is?

You're like every other hick in this town.

Full of opinions on things

you know nothing about.

Scared shitless of losing

what you think you have.

- And what's that?

- A future.

- A future?

- Yeah.

I'm not the one picking

fights I know I can't win.

A**hole.

Pull in here.

Sh*t.

Guess you forgot.

What happened?

Accident. Looks worse than it is.

When'd you get in?

This afternoon, like we talked about.

I'll clean you up.

Lot of luggage for one week.

I'm staying.

How long?

You quit... why?

I don't want to talk about

it, not while you're like this.

Like what? Disappointed?

What happened? Some boy break your heart?

No.

Well, I didn't send you out

there to quit, Annabelle.

I've been busting my ass every damn day

in that shop so you can have a future.

I didn't quit.

Your last two payments didn't go through.

Sh*t. So my... I'm sorry.

I just need another week.

I'll call them, fix it.

- Forget it.

- No, I'll take care of it.

No. Stop, I...

I don't want you working

yourself to the bone... not again.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

You think she would've wanted this?

Don't tell me what she wanted.

Happy Birthday.

(SOFT MUSIC FADES UP)

She'll be wearing that

blue vintage dress

I'll be trying

my old fashioness

I'm still wearing

that same wedding suit

(LOUD RUMBLING)

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC FADES UP)

(DISTANT SIRENS WAILING)

(GROANS)

(MUSIC FADES UP)

(MUSIC STOPS)

He didn't come home last night.

He's not answering his cell.

Sheriff, please. There's something

seriously wrong. He wouldn't...

24 hours?

(BIRDS FLUTTERING)

Ned?

I'm looking for my dad.

He hasn't come home.

Neither has my wife.

She took the Camaro.

Drove the boy to Canada.

She's afraid he'll get drafted.

Have you seen David?

Your dad's a good man.

Guys like him, they run on hope.

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