"Previously on Over There." "Look on the bright side, Bo." "You're going home." "Oh, I know." "I'm glad of it." "I just don't like the wheelchair." " [Laughing] Oh, baby." " Hey." " You makin' beef ribs?" " Your first night home?" "Damn straight." "Gosh." "I'm a lucky man." " He's the reason they after me." " Who all's after you?" " Whole goddamn country's after him." " Why don't you guys shut up?" "Nobody's after any anybody any more than anybody else." "It's a goddamn war, for Christ sake." "Hey, Smoke." "How come you didn't go home, visit with your mom?" " Ding Dongs." " Sno Balls." " Twinkies." " Raisin scones." " Gentlemen." " Sir." "You didn't mention Ring Dings." " We'll mention Ring Dings right now, sir." " Good." "Was that Mad Cow..." "being, like, a nice guy?" "[Explosion]" "[Gunfire]" "How can you sleep out here?" "I can't even sleep in the goddamn camp... where it's supposed to be safe." "[Smoke] You thinkin'about death... you thinkin'about the wrong shit, man." " You need to be thinking about living." " No, I know." "I do." "All I ever think about is living through the day." "Enough said." "Whereas, the guys we're fighting, they're willing to die." "Yeah, well, they stupid." "That may be, but they're also willing to die." "Good." "It scares me." "They're willing to die for what they believe in... and we're just trying to live through the day." " How you gonna win a war like that?" " Ain't nothin'to win out here." "Not for us monkeys." "They ain't handing no oil leases to no privates." "You go home in a pine box with a cheap flag draped around your ass... then you lose, a'ight?" "And that's the truth-truth." "What about you, Tariq?" "You ever think about death?" "It's hard not to out here." "So what do you think?" "Well... that I don't know anything about it." "There's nothing I want to know." "What about you, Angel?" "What do I think about death?" "Yeah." "I know where I'm going when I die, so, uh..." "I'm not too concerned." "What?" "You goin'to heaven?" "[Chuckles]" "That's what you mean, ain't it?" "You're going to heaven, and the rest of us ain't?" "Right?" "Like me, for instance." "I ain't." "Am I?" "[Chuckling]" "Sound like my mother, man." "Only the chosen go to heaven, Smoke." "The rest of us go back to Detroit." "Whoa!" "Oh, shit!" "[Scream] Alpha, move!" "Bravo, move!" "Alpha, move!" "Bravo, move!" "Alpha, move!" "Bravo, move!" "Alpha, move!" "He was willing to die." "Yeah, look where it got him." "Got him where he wanted to go." "[Panting] You all right?" "It touched me." "What?" "It touched me, goddamn it!" "[Man Speaking Arabic]" "This is where we're pulling guard duty?" "Yeah." "[Clears Throat]" " Smells like a goddamn barnyard." " Worse." "Like a hog farm." " [Dim] Like a slaughterhouse." " How do you know what a slaughterhouse smells like?" "How do you know what a barnyard smells like?" "They have barns on Long Island." "All right, stay here." "I'm gonna find the C.O." " [Smoke] This supposed to be a prison?" " [Tariq] Temporarily." "Real one's overcrowded." "Red Cross keeps coming through and demanding they relocate..." " some of these guys." " Why?" "Prison population in Iraq has tripled since we got here." "We bring democracy with us wherever we go." "[Smoke] This is a joke, man." "Ain't no cells." "Ain't no beds." " Where the guards sleep?" " We are the guards, brother." "You kidding?" "They don't trust these guards to do the job." "Why not?" "'Cause too many prisoners get dead when they on the job." " I don't like being a jailer." " [Mrs. B.] Me neither." " You don't like being in Iraq." " You'd have to be an idiot... to like being in Iraq." "I don't like being a jailer for the urban poor." "Seriously." "I feel an affinity for the urban poor" "The skinheads in London, the Bloods in Compton." "Don't you?" "Wait, wait." "Let me tell you a joke." "Iraq lady comes out the dressing room at her tailor's, right?" "She goes..." ""You think this bomb makes me look fat?"" "[Laughs]" "What?" "[Man Singing Rock]" "[Continues]" "[Ends]" "[Terry] Look." "It's a beach, Tank." "Come on." "What do you see?" " Uh-oh." " I got him." " Oh." " [Groans]" "Whoa!" "[Laughs]" "That was exciting, huh, Tank?" "Huh?" "Uh, I'll park the car and bring the stuff." "You find a spot you like, okay?" "Absolutely." "Here we go." "Come on, buddy." "Here we go." "Oh, oh, oh, oh." "I got it." "We got it." "We got it." "Come here." "Okay?" "[Grunting, Groaning]" " [Sharp Groan] - [Gunshot]" " [Man Speaking Arabic]" " What's going on?" "Somebody grabbed Mrs. B.'s weapon." "Are you okay, Mrs. B.?" " Are you okay?" " [Moans] Yeah." " Get your weapon." " What?" "Get your weapon before somebody else does, okay?" "Okay." "Tastes like goddamn dishwater." "This some kind of freeze-out, is it?" "You all think you got grabbed by some maniac... you would have done better than me, is that it?" "We'll see what happens when one of y'all gets knocked out." " We ain't gettin' knocked out." " What do you know about it?" " She just went limp, that's all." " The hell I did." " And two prisoners got killed." " The hell with them." " We're here so prisoners don't get killed." " We're all prisoners too... in case you haven't noticed, and I'm here so this prisoner... don't get killed." "[Vehicle Approaching]" "Shit." "[Gate Clanking]" "Private Mitchell?" "Brenda Mitchell?" "Goddamn." "That was fast." "Come again?" "Sorry, sir." "I'm Private Brenda Mitchell, sir." "You can call me Mrs. B." "I'm your new lieutenant." "You can call me Lieutenant." "There somewhere we can talk?" "In private?" " [People Chattering] - [Seagulls Cawing]" "Tired?" "I'm tired." "Whoo." " What's this?" " What?" "We're in a handicapped spot." " [Fusses]" " We have a sticker." " We'll talk about it in the car." " [Babbling]" "We'll talk about what in the car?" "[Babbling]" "In the car." "Okay?" "Come on." "I think we got it." "That's okay." "Yeah." "Yeah." "The good news is you can go home." " Home?" " To West Virginia." "One savage shoots another, and you're sending me home?" "I don't know what you're referring to, but I daresay I'll find out." "Bad news is your son's got an illness." "Tommy?" "News came through to Battalion yesterday." "Thomas Jefferson Mitchell" "He's autistic." "Well... that makes it a clean sweep, don't it?" "One thing in my life that... wasn't wore out, convicted of something or diseased." "Now it is." "I'm sorry." "The army will fly you home to see him for five days." "You wanna go?" " Absolutely." " "Absolutely, sir."" "Absolutely, sir." "You could be one of these guys, Smoke." "I can't believe you refuse to see that." "You crazy." "Guys are in here for cursing at the cops." "For saying they hate the government." "Shit." "That wouldn't add up to an entertaining evening in Compton." "How do you know what they in here for?" "I was on duty with Tariq." "They all tell him their stories." "Yeah, well, funny thing about jail stories- nobody's guilty." " Yeah, I've heard that." " Where at?" "Television." " [Laughs] I knew it." " Where else?" "Let me tell you something, man." " True story." " What?" "They got crazy people in penitentiaries no matter where it's at." "You see that dude?" "Dig his eyes, man." "He'djust as soon kill me as spit." "Used to visit my pops up at Chino." "Every stone killer in the joint had them same eyes." "[Bell Dings]" "This is from the gentleman in 4-D." "He says it's his patriotic duty." "Tell him I ain't that patriotic." "[Mrs. B.] How's Thomas?" "Didn't they tell you?" "Yes, Mama." "That's why I'm here, remember?" "Oh, yes." "You did say." "So how is he?" "Well" "Not so good, truth to tell." "He starts in... bangin' his head against the wall... and for the life of me, I can't stop him." "I brung him to the hospital yesterday... for some more tests." "They wanted to keep him a few days... for observation." "But, Brenda... the God's truth is, the reason I let them keep him... is 'cause I can't take it." "[Sobbing] I need some time off." "I'm sorry I said that, Brenda." "I just- I get tired, is all." "I'm happy to take care of him." "You know that." "My Lord." "It's a little over 3,000." "Where'd you get it?" "It's my army pay." "There's not much to spend it on." "See, Smoke looked around here and only saw the killers." "Why doesn't that surprise me?" "What do you see?" "What do I see?" "Yeah, when you look at these people." "What do you see?" " Faith." " Faith?" "You can't beat that." "How do you mean?" "Well, you know anything about the civil rights movement?" "I've seen Mississippi Burning." "I guess that's not what you're asking." "What the white folks never understood... about the black folks who made up... the civil rights movement" "I don't mean the publicity hounds... who told the press they were running it... but the regular folks, you know, who walked 10 miles a day... 15 miles a day to jobs cleaning white folks' homes... during the bus boycott in Montgomery" "was that these people prayed together." "They sang together and prayed together every Saturday night... and that give 'em the strength to get through the week... even though they didn't seem to be getting anywhere." "They did in the end though." "Well, these people pray together five times a day... even in here." "Even the killers." "You can't beat that." "Hey, shut up and keep your eyes open, you two." "It's only quiet like this before somebody gets his ass blown in half." "[Man On P.A., Indistinct]" " [Buzzer Sounds] - [Door Opens]" "Mrs. Brenda Mitchell... to see prisoner B-H-8-9-9-4-1-2-1-4." "I'm gonna have to search you, soldier, same as everybody else." "I know." "Well... if I" "If something happens to me, and I don't see you" "You going somewhere?" "Just back to Iraq." "Shit." "You'll be home before me." "People die in Iraq, in case you haven't heard." "More die in prison every year than in that dumb-ass war." " How you know that?" " I got time on my hands, that's how." "Well... anyways" "If anything happens to me, you stay away from Thomas." "You telling me to stay away from my own son?" "I'm telling you, you violate your court order one time- one time" "I'll call your P.O. And have you back in here so fast... you'll wish you never met me." "Hey." " You gonna see Wade?" " Why?" "'Cause he's the only friend I got left, that's why." "[Man] Kill you." " Kill you, Yankee nigger." " What'd you say to me?" "Yankee nigger." "[Groans]" " [Shouting In Arabic]" " Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." "Get off of me." "What the hell is this?" "Did you hear the alleged racial slur, Private?" "If Smoke says he was threatened, then he was threatened." ""Private Williams." I won't have these idiotic nicknames used in my platoon." "[Sniffs, Clears Throat]" "Did you hear the threat?" "Yes, sir." "Did you even witness this encounter, Private?" "Part of it, sir." "What could you possibly have been doing that you missed the rest?" "I was looking in the other direction, sir." " At what?" " Uh" "I don't know, sir." " You don't know?" " No, sir." "I don't remember." "Well, what kind of a witness would you say that makes you, Private?" "If this were a court of law, what do you think..." " opposing council would do to your story?" " [Clears Throat]" "When you wish to address me, Sergeant... you will do so in complete sentences, not in animal sounds." "Yes, sir." " You think it's your job to defend your men when" " Yes, sir." " When they lie?" " No, sir." "And had Private Del Rio lied, I'd have thrown her in the stockade- if we had one." "And I understand your problem with nicknames, sir." "What are you trying to say, Sergeant?" "I said what I was trying to say, sir." " Is there anything else, sir?" " Yes, as a matter of fact, there is." "You're dismissed." "You'll find that I'm fearless in battle... but I know what happened to my predecessor, Lt. Taylor... and I'm damn well not gonna let it happen to me." "He was killed in the line of duty, sir." "He was killed because of Private Williams's vicious incompetence." "That's not precisely true, sir." " I want him out of my platoon." " You want what, sir?" "I want Private Williams out of my platoon... and I'll do anything I can to be rid of him." "If filing this report doesn't do it, then I'll file another..." " and another and another." " Are you a lawyer, sir?" "Yes." "Why?" "Can I give you a piece of advice, sir?" "No." "Hey." " Sir?" " Watch out for this guy." " What's he gonna do?" " He's gonna file a report... which means an investigation and a permanent record." "Man, goddamn little" "Think what you want, but watch what you say, understand?" "The guy's dangerous." " Guy's a fruit cup, man." " He's out to get you... and the way you're goin', he will." "Wise up, Smoke." "[Speaking Arabic]" "[Arabic]" "[With French Accent] Where is this Private Brenda Mitchell?" "She's on emergency leave now." "She's at the center of an incident... that cost the lives of two prisoners... and suddenly she's on emergency leave?" "Her son's autistic." "She can't do anything more about that there than here, can she?" "She could spend time with him though." "Thank you, Sergeant." "Yes, ma'am." "I should think you'd be glad." "Why is that, sir?" "Because this idiot won't talk to them" "'Cause your Private Williams will get away with this one too." "I'm more concerned that the inspectors seem determined..." " to force us to change visiting rules, sir." " They are that." "That would be an unfortunate result of all this, wouldn't you say, sir- allowing visits to all the prisoners, even the admitted insurgents?" "It's, uh- well, dangerous... sir." "We'll just have to be doubly vigilant, won't we, Sergeant?" "Gate." "[Man] Hold on." "[Country On Radio]" "[Man Singing]" "Sit down." "I got my uniform on." "Suit yourself." "Jimmy wants you to come and visit." "Seen Jimmy, huh?" "[Continues]" "I need the documents, Wade." "I got everything you asked for" "Driver's licence, Social Security" "[Chuckles] Hell, they even threw in a library card." "You going somewhere?" "I told you, I can sell fake I.D. S in the army... for five times as much as we used to around here." "Yeah?" "Fake I. D... for a 100-pound... blonde female goes for that much?" "What do you want, Wade?" "What I always wanted, but you never give me." "I'll give you your papers." "You run off wherever you want." "I won't tell no one neither, no matter who asks." " But you gotta" " Shut up, Wade." "You always talk too goddamn much for your own good." "[Continues]" "Well, I finally got important enough for you." "Goddamn it, Wade." "I said shut up." "[Continues]" "[Ends]" "[Speaking Arabic]" "[Arabic]" " [Clamoring]" " Hey, hey." "[Woman Yelling]" "[Yelling Continues]" " [Scream] What's up?" " Nothing." "Nothing." "She just wants to go home, and these guys are acting like cowboys." "[Scream] Tell him don't get excited." "Let's just get her out of here, okay?" " [Speaking Arabic]" "Well, it looks like we'll get through this shitty detail alive." "Bye, Mama." "You even gonna see your boy?" "I'm going right now." "I'm on my way." "[Muttering]" "[Footsteps]" "[Man Speaking Arabic]" "Do you speak English, asshole?" "[Doublewide] He wants to go to the bathroom." "What do you think?" "I shot his pal." "He tries anything with me, he knows what's what." "[Speaking Arabic]" "Shift change at the shit works, gentlemen." "Let's go." "Yo, Ange." "Hang back a second." "Check out what dude does when I walk by, a'ight?" "[Grunts]" " On the gate!" " Get back there now." "Get that gate." "Get behind it." "[Scream] Smoke, get behind the gate now." " [Yelling] - [Smoke] Oh, shit!" "[Doublewide] He got a bomb!" "[Clamoring]" "[Doublewide] Get back!" "He's got a bomb!" "He's got a bomb!" "Does this bomb make me look fat?" "Does this bomb make me look fat?" "Does this bomb make me look fat?" " [Arabic]" " What'd you tell him?" " Back off or die." " I want the infidel!" "I want the infidel!" "[Shouting In Arabic]" " [Arabic]" " What's he saying?" "He's saying if they move, he's gonna blow 'em all to paradise." " Will he do it?" " Absolutely." "He'd be proud to." "[Arabic]" " I say we pop him, Sergeant." " No, Smoke, no." " I want that infidel!" " Just tell our Iraqi counterparts..." " to find someone to get this guy's wife." " I want the infidel!" "[Man On P.A.] Bus to Berville, Holly Grove, Marmette, Charleston... all points west, Gate 3." "[Chattering]" " [Shouting In Arabic] - [Wailing]" "She's trying to get him to agree to let her come in there with him." " Did you tell her she could do that?" " No, sir." " Then why is she saying that to him?" " Is she not following orders?" "She's telling him that she loves him... and that God loves him, and that he doesn't have to do this." "He's saying he does have to do it, he does... and that his only regret is that he can't take us with him." " Us?" " I guess Smoke and you, sir." " Me?" "Why me?" " I guess he's rank conscious, sir." "[Arabic]" " What's he saying now?" " The prayer for the dead." " Go!" "Go!" "Get down!" "Get down!" " Everyone down now!" " [Screaming] - [Shouting]" "[No Audible Dialogue]" "[Slow Rock]" "The day is comin'" "The drums are drummin'" "If you know one say a prayer" "There's mothers cryin'" "And fathers sighin' Uh-huh" "War is in the air" "The trains are filling'up with boys" "Who've left behind their favorite toys" "They're goin'over there" "Over there" "Where someone has to die" "Over there" "Over there" "Where ours is not to reason why" "Over there" "Over there" "Where someone has to die" "[Continues]" "[Ends]"