The Marine 6: Close Quarters

You're dipping your shoulder before you throw the right.

The hell I am.

When's tip-off?

At 8:00. We should pregame.

That place is a ripoff. I'm not spending eight bucks on a beer.

I got a shift in the morning, so we should probably take it easy tonight.

Yeah, right.

Where are the seats?

- Ain't courtside. - Nosebleeds, then?

I was your CO. We did two tours together.

Hell, I took a bullet for you.

You've got to know me better than that.

There. You did it again.

There's that place over on Franklin.

Three-dollar draft, pretty decent wings.

That place is a dump.

Okay, well, I'm not swimming in EMT money, all right?

My job at the VA barely covers my tab.

I'm telling you, you're tipping your strikes.

I can see them coming a mile away.

- Yeah. - See that one?

Nope.

- You still hit like a girl. - Nothing wrong with that.

You done?

I'm not the one getting my ass kicked.

I taught you that.

I know.

All right, come on.

- We're gonna be late. - Coffee's on you.

What else is new?

Good morning, Portland.

We start the hour with an update from the Horace Hayes trial. Kelly?

Yes, good morning, Tom.

Well, there certainly is a nervous energy in the air today

with closing arguments being read in the Horace Hayes trial

with deliberations set to begin this afternoon.

While many members of the community fear another hung jury

and the possibility of Hayes walking free,

the prosecution certainly seemed confident

as they convened in the hallway.

And any updates on the rest of the alleged Irish crime family?

Yes, I pressed the District Attorney...

- Hey. - Yo. When's your dad back?

I don't know. Whenever they reach a verdict.

So you've got the house to yourself tomorrow night?

Yeah. But, no, not gonna happen.

- What? - You know what.

- I'm not having people over. - Why not?

We've got finals next week, for one.

What if I invited Andrew?

- My dad will kill me. - He'll never know.

That's not the point.

We'll keep it low-key.

Okay, fine, but just a couple of people.

That's it. I'm serious.

Yes.

I'll see you at practice.

Can I help you?

Get in the car, Sarah.

How do you know my name?

Circle around!

Where the fuck did she go?

That way. Go!

Come on, Sarah.

We're not gonna hurt you.

Sarah.

Sarah.

Sarah.

I got her, Maddy!

Get off me!

You should have got in the car.

What do you want from me?

Put him on.

Someone wants to say hi.

- Sarah! - Dad!

Oh, my God! Sarah.

Dad!

Patrick, your daughter's gonna be fine.

We just need to talk about my father's trial.

What do you want from me?

You hang the jury,

or we'll hang your girl.

Get her in the car.

Thanks for coming out with me today, man.

- I appreciate it. - No worries.

It wasn't like it was my day off or anything.

Come on, might as well get out and help a few people out.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Happy to help.

I just didn't know the ODVA made house calls.

Normally, we don't.

Usually, they have got me sitting behind a desk, filing claims.

I can't stand being in the office.

But, every now and then, they let me get out,

make a few rounds, check in on some Vets.

I'm good with people.

- So who we checking on today? - Tommy.

Nam Vet, won a Purple Heart.

Squatting in this building for two years.

Can't seem to get him out.

Does he have any family?

No, not anymore. I got a place set up for him and everything,

but I can't get through to him.

What makes you think he's gonna listen to me?

Remember a kid named Robert Walker,

served with you in Afghanistan?

Yeah, Robbie, sniper attached to our unit.

KIA by a roadside just outside of Kabul. Why?

This is his father.

This place looks like a war zone.

Wait till you see the inside.

Oh, and heads-up about Graham.

He's a little touchy, but he's all right.

Works for the landlord.

You're late!

I've been waiting out here for an hour.

It's nice to see you, too, Graham.

Fuck you.

Seems nice.

People actually live out here?

Oh, yeah, this place is a squatter's paradise.

Nobody tells them what to do, and they get the run of the land.

Middle of nowhere.

Yep. Tommy likes living off the grid.

What's in the bag?

Just a little care package.

Bread, Ding Dongs, stuff like that.

Who's this guy?

My buddy Jake. He's helping me out today.

How you doing?

Huh? Terrible. I said I'd help,

but I don't like sitting around all day.

Take it easy, Graham.

- We're gonna be in and out. - All right.

Let's get it over with. Place gives me the creeps.

Yeah, I'm surprised they let you out here all by yourself today.

Huh? Oh.

I'm not worried.

- Got a permit for that thing? - Of course.

- Got it last week. - Better hope you never need it.

Better to have one and not need it

- than not to have one... - Look, Graham, do us a favor.

Keep it in your pants, all right?

I don't want you shooting me in an accident.

Oh.

Smells great in here.

Man, it's usually like a hobo hotel in this place.

Where is everybody?

No clue.

Say, Graham, when's the last time you were out here?

A couple of months ago.

The last time I let you in.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Well, it looks like somebody cleared the place and kicked everybody out.

Uh-huh. Maybe they all got jobs.

You can see they left in a hurry.

Didn't even finish their dinner.

Well, it wasn't us. You know it's not worth the trouble.

We clear them out. They come back. Clear them out.

They come back like a pack of strays.

They're human beings.

- Yeah. Right! - Hey.

If you don't care about these people, then why are you still here?

We're big boys. We'll be all right.

No, no, that's not how it works.

I let you in. I let you out.

You know, we don't need a lawsuit...

Look, you two, cut it out.

All right? We're on the same team.

- Are we sure he's still here? - I hope so.

He holes up in a store room in the back.

How'd you find this guy in the first place?

Graham called it in.

He may be an asshole, but he's not a monster.

Thank you.

Easy there, Rambo. It's a raccoon.

Graham, what did I say? That thing isn't a toy.

- No, but I thought... - Look.

You pull the piece again, I'm gonna make you eat it.

- Do we understand each other? - Yeah, yeah, I got it.

Tommy, open up!

Tommy, it's Luke.

Come on, Tommy.

All right, we're coming in.

Hope you're decent.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

You ain't coming inside of nothing.

This is my home.

That's fine. Just take it easy.

I already told you, I ain't going.

You hear me? I ain't going.

- You got something to say to me? - No, no, no.

Not me. You can stay here for as long as you like.

Tommy, look, I don't know what you're talking about.

It's me, Luke, from the VA. We spoke last month.

I'm still not leaving.

That's fine. Why don't you just put that thing down?

Okay? Please? Put it down.

It ain't even loaded.