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Blood Brothers
A Screenplay by:
Sean Ryan
For my Dad.
Random scene 1
Contact: seansshack@oceanfree.net
Registered with Screenwriter's Guild (c) 2005
INT. BAR - NIGHT
TITLE: JUNE 2003
The bar is busy, with various people drinking, playing pool
and talking.
The smoked filed room, not unlike any bar in any town.
Dave and John are in the middle of a pool game.
Dave pots a ball.
JOHN
Nice shot.
DAVE
As always.
John takes a sip from his beer bottle.
DAVE (V.O.)
I think I was more afraid of
telling John that I was my own
father. I knew how he felt. But I
felt like I needed to do it.
Dave smiles fades. He looks up at John as he takes another
shot.
DAVE
I've joined up.
John is distracted, watching a girl across the bar.
JOHN
That's great.
John turns.
JOHN
Sorry. You ...
DAVE
Joined up. Joined the Marine
Core.
John's face drops. He puts down his beer.
JOHN
You fucking what?
Dave smiles.
DAVE
Dude. I knew you were a lot of
things, but I didn't think you
were deaf.
John leans back against the wall. Standing in silence for a
few seconds.
JOHN
You do realize we are at war?
Well if you can call it war.
Don't you?
DAVE
That's why I joined up. To, you
know, do my bit.
JOHN
Do your bit. This is fucking
unbelievable. Do you even believe
in this war?
John throws his queue onto the table.
DAVE
I believe in my country.
JOHN
That's not an answer. Do you
believe in this war?
DAVE
I believe in what happened on
9/11. I believe we need to make a
stand. We are the last great
super power. We need to start
acting like one.
JOHN
9/11 had nothing to do with this.
Listen to yourself. You are
starting to believe all that
propaganda. Christ if there was
no oil there, would we even be in
that fucking country?
Dave drinks some of his beer.
DAVE
I thought you of all people would
understand. Fuck, you sound like
my old man.
JOHN
If that's the case, looks like I
have never given your father
enough credit.
Why didn't you come to me first?
We could have discuss...
Dave walks away and turns his back on John.
DAVE
It's my fucking decision. Mine. I
know what I am doing. Christ, I'm
not a kid anymore.
JOHN
Exactly and this isn't fucking
war game. You could get yourself
killed. Do you want to be another
number on a gravestone, in some
military graveyard? A fucking
monument to someone else's
political fuckup. This is your
fucking life.
DAVE
Exactly. My fucking life.
John drinks some beer.
JOHN
What is this war trying to prove?
We are just fighting a fucking
word here. Didn't we even learn
anything from Vietnam? England,
France, USA ripped that fucking
country to pieces. Now they all
own it anyway. Why did we leave
some many bodies over there?
DAVE
We have to do something. We were
attacked...
JOHN
9/11 happened because of the Gulf
War. What do we do, start another
fucking gulf war? Now there's
fucking progress. All we are
doing is creating new recruits.
Giving people yet another fucking
reason to hate us.
DAVE
Why don't you come with me?
JOHN
Fuck that. My father lost a
brother to a word once,
communism. Said he came back, but
he was never the same. Is that
what you want?
It's not some fucking video game,
its real. Real people die.
DAVE
I'm willing to lay down my life
for my country. Why aren't you?
JOHN
Why? Because I question the
policies of our government. Once
upon a time that would have made
me a patriot. I love this
country. I just don't agree with
what they are doing. We are like
some jolly green giant stumping
through countries like we fucking
own them. Like some global
fucking police force. Who's to
say we're right, What if we're
wrong. Aren't we just creating
more terrorist volunteers? Hell I
would join up if an army invaded
my country and my family was
killed.
DAVE
What are you a fucking traitor?
JOHN
Not my fight. I did agree when we
went after these fuckers in
Afghanistan. But it all got a
little grey after that. What's
next? Besides, one man's freedom
fighter is another mans
terrorist. This is no longer
country against country. People
are the pawns in this. Innocent
people going to work, living
their lives. Makes no difference
if these are American or Iraqi or
whoever. Or do you believe, that
American life is worth more?
DAVE
Fuck, I don't know. It'll all be
over in a few weeks anyhow.
JOHN
What if it isn't? What if it
drags on and the bodies pile up?
Are you willing to die for this?
My real fear, is what will happen
five, ten years from now. When
this administration had moved on
and policy has yet again changed.
Will we become the victim of this
wars aftermath.
We need to plan further than four
or eight years. We need to stop
being the enemy of half the
fucking world.
Dave just looks at John. But doesn't answer.
JOHN
They have turned this country
into a fucking military state.
Soldiers on our bridges and our
airports. People are becoming
afraid to speak up. We monitor e
mails, phone calls and alike. We
have willingly handed over our
freedoms out of fear. I would say
mission fucking accomplished Mr.
Fucking Bin Laden. They wanted to
change this country, shape it
into the mess that they live in.
Job well done….
John gulps his beer.
DAVE
That is why we need to fight.
Hunt these people down. Besides,
what else is there for me, Steel
mill and welfare? This is my
chance to be something, to make a
difference.
JOHN
What good will it be if you die?
DAVE
We all gotta die, sometime.
JOHN
Fuck. Now you are starting to
sound like John Wayne. I would
prefer if we did, sitting in the
porch, supping a couple of buds.
Instead of getting my guts
spilled out onto the sand of a
country that most of us don't
even known where in the world is.
DAVE
I've made my decision. I start
basic training on Monday.
John turns away in frustration.
JOHN
So that's it? You haven't even
listened to a single word I've
said.
DAVE
I've listened. Just think you
don't care enough about your
country. Not enough to stand up
and be counted.
John walks over and stands face to face with Dave.
JOHN
Fuck you. Why should I do
something if I don't believe in
it?
DAVE
Would that be your country you
don't believe in?
John grabs Dave by the arm.
JOHN
Fuck you and fuck your warped
sense of loyalty ...
Dave reacts quickly. He punches John in the face. Sending
him onto the flat of his back.
DAVE
No fuck you.
Dave turns and walks away.
John gets to his feet and shouts after Dave.
JOHN
Go. Be there for your country. I
just hope your country is there
for you, when you need it. There
is no such thing as heroes, just
lucky and unlucky people, alive
and dead.
Dave ignores him and leaves the bar.
John wipes the dust from his hands. As he does he looks at
the scar on the palm of his right hand. Where the two had
made their oath years before.
He looks at the scar for a few seconds. Before leaving the
bar himself.
EXT. OUTSIDE BAR - NIGHT
Dave is walking away from the bar. John runs up behind and
grabs him by the arm.
Dave swings around, almost hitting John in the head.
JOHN
Come on man, talk to me.
DAVE
I was trying to. But as always
you keep ramming your ideals down
my trout.
JOHN
I just don't believe you know
what you are doing here.
DAVE
It is something I need to do.
Hell, I think I've always needed
it.
JOHN
You sure this is not just some
way of proving yourself to your
parents, your brother?
(pause)
Cathy?
DAVE
I was wondering how long it would
take you to throw her back in my
face. Ok, you were right about
her. But that's a different
issue. I just feel like I am
drifting through life. I have an
opportunity here to make a
difference. To leave my mark.
JOHN
Leave you mark. This is not some
combat reality show. Boys are
coming home in plastic fucking
bags. You hear me, plastic
fucking bags. For what? There are
so many, they are not even
considered news worthy any more.
Imagine that being one of your
kids. The most previous thing in
the world to you, sent home,
unknown. Having died for god
knows what. What if you get
yourself killed. For what?
John runs his hands through his hair, in frustration. The
temper and passion clear in the expression on his face.
Dave looks back, empty. He just looks away and back at his
friend.
DAVE
Trying to make a difference. At
least I'm trying. What are you
doing? Stuck in a dead end job.
Living with your parents and
preaching to people about things
you now fucking nothing about.
JOHN
This is not about me.
DAVE
Isn't it? You sure? Maybe you are
just afraid that I'm leaving you
behind. Moving on and you can't
handle it. So long as I'm here
listening to your bull shit,
you're happy.
JOHN
Is that what you believe?
DAVE
Yes.
John looks at his feet and turns away from his friend.
JOHN
Then I'm just wasting my time.
Obviously always have been.
Goodbye Dave. I hope you find
what you're looking for. But one
day you will look back and
realize you have been lied to and
brainwashed. Why don't attack the
French, blow up the Eiffel Tower?
Or anyone that just disagrees
with our policies? The people are
supposed to be the ones running
this country, not the other way
around.
John walks away.
DAVE (V.O.)
Does anyone ever really mean when
they say in a heated argument
Words can be so damaging, some
last a life time, yet we dish
them out. Not thinking of how
they hurt or the consequences.
Dave watches his friend walk away. The anger clear on his
face.
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