The Veteran

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Save our Estate

- Can you go inside?

- I don't wanna go inside.

Have you seen what time it is?

- I don't care what time it is!

- How long have you been outside?

You're not my dad, so don't tell me

what to do, innit?

- When did I say I was your dad?

- I don't care!

- Think of your family, yeah?

- This is my family, innit?

- This is your family?

- Yes, it is.

- What do you think this is, huh?

- I don't care.

- What?

- What?

- Come home with me.

- Let go off me, man! Come you, men.

- Fahad.

- Yo, Bobby!

- You're alright, man?

- You know me, man, it's all bless.

Family issues, yeah. These youngers...

So how long are you back for?

Oh, uh... I'm out, so...

- Out? For real?

- Yeah.

What happened?

Taliban done blown you up again?

Or you joining them now?

- So, what you gonna do now, man?

- I have no idea.

Have no idea.

I sh*t you not, he stuck the place up,

at f***ing gun point.

They bagged him up for 2 years.

Two pints.

Anyway...

he said he did it 'cause no one

would give him a job.

We die like f***ing flies

out here.

Nobody gives a f***,

we're totally f***ing redundant,

you know, no purpose.

You want that?

No, I'm alright.

I keep having that f***ing dream about Tomo

getting hit in the hip with that 40 cal.

Except, in the dream,

I saved the rest of us.

I mean, the grenade still

done explode when it hits him...

still kills him, no?

How is that even possible?

- Did you get any of that?

- What?

You look... What's the matter,

you alright?

Yeah, no, I'm fine.

- Cheers.

- Thanks.

Don't worry about it, mate,

nothing's gonna happen to us,

'cause I've got a plan for us.

F***ing privates don't die.

We'd reorg in hell.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

What the f***, Miller!

You f***ing frontin' or somethin'?

This is our end, you get me?

- F***ing bare rude, man!

- It's a bit late for you boys, isn't it?

Now, f*** off.

You're a f***ing dead man, Miller!

So, you're the real life.

"Call of Duty"?

I heard you tried to teach

my liquer man how to play.

Well, you know...

You should've taught him

if he's gonna play with guns,

he should learn how to use one.

Them youngers, huh?

They all wanna have a rep.

They think it's the strap

that gives 'em that power, that respect.

Ah, don't worry, I got time.

I'm not some liquer, you know.

I ain't strapped.

You know, I could use men like you

in my operation.

School my people in some urban combat,

teach them how to shoot properly.

I don't think you wanna turn your home

into a war zone, do you?

Look around you.

Greeting this place, isn't it?

Let me tell you something:

You already been working for me.

Them Taliban, they done put the drug trade

in recession before 9/11.

You're not fighting the drug trade...

You're protecting it.

The army brainwashed you, man,

into believing...

that the invasion was about

f***ing al-Qaeda...

Capturing Mr. Bin Laden, yeah?

Sorry to burst your bubble, soldier.

It's all about

protecting supply lines.

Making sure that the Afghan opium

finds its way to the Russians.

And then they get the KLA

to bring it in.

And the whole thing,

is protected by the CIA.

The government needs my product, see.

It's the only thing generating proper cash

for them banks nowadays, understand?

Liquidity. I mean, all that money,

it's gotta go somewhere.

Through them banks there,

comes out clean.

There is always a war party

waiting to ambush you, Miller.

Come on, you should know that!

Anyway... like your man Bush said:

"Either you're with us"...

"or you're against us".

Think about it.

I'll come check you later, soldier.

- You're alright mate?

- Yeah.

How's it going?

You alright?

- Chris, Robert Miller.

- Hello, sir. Nice to meet you.

- Good to meet you, mate. Have a seat.

- Thank you, sir.

Danny, why don't you go get the man

a drink?

So, uh...

you two brothers then, are you?

- What's that?

- You two brothers?

Aye, but we, uh...

different mommy, same dad.

I hear you're something of a hero.

- Who said that, did Dan?

- No.

- No, I'm a human behavior specialist.

- Are you?

By the way, I understand

as the Army had big plans for you.

Why'd you quit?

- Afghanistan?

- Aye.

Didn't have the zest for it anymore,

if you know what I mean, sir?

We'll negotiate with the Taliban

before the politians realize it.

- Did you find a job yet?

- Nah.

There's not much use for your

skill set in civilian world, is there?

So, Danny, your, uh...

your pal Miller here tells me...

you're so far back in the closet,

you're in f***ing Narnia.

So, is he in or what?

Why don't you sit down

and shut up.

- Cheers, lads.

- Cheers.

Yeah.

These youngers think

Jones is such a bad man...

all 'cause he murdered Errol Cox

for the Estate.

And Errol was a f***ing psycho,

you get me?

Jones is gonna f***

my little brother up, you know.

My family didn't come to this country,

for this sh*t.

F*** it! Maybe I should just murder

Jones myself, man.

Nah, what you need to do...

is... get Ryan off the Estate,

and then, the pair of you...

get as far the f*** away from here

as possible.

Out there?

How do I survive out there, man?

How many Taliban you killed

in Afghanistan, Bobby?

Hundreds.

Alright, give her a go.

Fawaz Abdullah.

He's a UK national of Saudi origin.

He came to school here

and had the time of his life.

Screwed anything that wasn't nailed down

and drank his way into the O.R.

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