The Marine 3: Homefront Page #3

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That's the kind of news

I could have used last week.

Problem?

Summit's been moved up.

Tomorrow afternoon.

We can be ready.

The RDX?

I'll talk to Eckert.

His boys can make it by morning.

All right. Let's make it work.

Clear.

You don't need it anyway.

Almost there.

Jackson, give them their bit.

A change of plans.

We move tomorrow.

Late afternoon.

Which means this car needs

to be ready by morning.

And the RDX rigged as soon

as possible.

How about you start telling us

what the actual game plan is?

Your lap dog over there

seems to know everything.

I know him. I trust him.

Well, that's just cute.

Congratulations to you.

But we've all put our ass on the line.

And don't forget:

They're my contacts

that are gonna score us the RDX.

Not yours.

Not his.

Mine.

You ground us.

You take our phones away.

You put us in a little corner

and lock us up in here like convicts.

I'm getting sick of working

with blinders on.

Blinders on?

Yeah.

For the integrity of the mission, I haven't

done anything that we haven't agreed to.

Integrity?

"The integrity of the mission."

I like that. No, I do.

This coming from a guy

who gets all bent out of shape...

...when we take a step outside to get

a breath of fresh air from this sh*t-hole.

But it's all for the integrity

of the mission.

Yeah, I get it. Okay.

Oh, yeah. One more thing,

that's bullshit.

Christ, Eckert, I get it.

Pope don't trust us.

Hell, he don't trust no one.

Don't take it so personal.

No, I get it too.

I am all for the cause.

Things in this country are f***ed up.

Mm-hm.

But I want you to know one thing.

I'm not some monkey that's gonna do

a dance every time the music plays.

I'm gonna ask you one more time.

What's the target?

By day's end tomorrow, you will know.

You ain't never home

All right, see you, man.

What'd I tell you?

Hey. Can I get a beer, man?

Payton.

Jake. Hey, man.

How's it going?

Good. Just got back.

How you been?

Ah. Awful. Hey. Let me get you a drink.

Awful?

No, I'm good. I'm just waiting on Hark.

Have you seen him?

No. No, I haven't.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Mm. I see Twig's here.

Twig's here?

Yeah, in the back.

What is it, like family night?

Man, seeing you again,

it reminds me of my little brother.

How's Petey doing?

Oh, terrible.

He married some ugly girl.

Sounds like Petey.

What is your problem?

Dude, I ain't got no problem.

You got a problem?

Just f***ing beat it, man.

Back the f*** off.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down.

All right?

How about we call it a night?

You know, he's kind of drunk.

You know?

Mother...!

Jesus f***ing Christ, Jake.

Before you say anything... If we weren't

pals, you'd be in jail right now.

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