Sheepdog

Mr. St. Germain,

you've served 30 years of a life sentence.

Do you think you've been rehabilitated?

And are you ready to be a productive member of society?

This too.

Retired US Marine veteran Brian Patton,

who spent 19 years at the factory.

Well, now, reality is kicking in

in the factory's final days.

Brian, bring us back to when you first heard about the closure.

From you guys, that's how we found out.

Now you're painting a picture

of what the future is like without us?

We've been loyal to America,

and we want that loyalty reciprocated.

The man took away the factory,

but he didn't take the people with...

Frightened?

What are you-- what are you talking about, frightened?

- He actually said that? - - How do you expect to get hired?

I don't know, you're the headhunter, you tell me, I'm just...

- Hey, Tommy. Tommy. - I'm back.

-What's going on, brother? -Yeah, what's good, brother?

I haven't heard from you in years.

You know, just, uh...

just-- just in between gigs, yeah.

Cool, .

Demo, sure.

Just-- let's go-- let's go fuck up some shit

like the old days, man.

- Cool. . - Mm-hmm.

Yeah, yeah, just-- just text me the info.

Yeah, I'll-- I'll grab some thermals on the way.

Okay, yeah, I'll talk to you later.

Bye, man.

Oh, my God, Mom. Look.

It's Alice's ex.

Troy used to play hockey with him.

Must be a real.

He's homeless now.

Troy always said he was a nice kid.

But the war fucked him up wicked bad.

Can't imagine living with all that guilt.

- Hey, man. - Hmm?

Do I know you?

No, I don't think so.

-Yeah, you don't know me? -No.

You just fucking smiling at me like that?

- No, man, I, uh-- - You fucking know me.

-You know me, look at you, your fucking smile on your face. -Troy.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, Troy here's just playing fucking peek-a-boo

- from the fucking panty aisle. - What?

I think there's been a misunderstanding.

No, there's no misunderstanding.

Hey, Mom, Mom, you don't have to be afraid here.

-Hey, Dude-- -Don't put your fucking hands on me.

-Take it easy. -Don't put your fucking hands on me.

-Take it easy. -Why don't you go ahead and blow your whistle?

Come on, Troy, blow your fucking whistle for your wife, Troy.

What's your fucking--

Troy, knock it off!

Hey, get off him!

Wakey, wakey,

eggs and bakey.

Coach O?

Once a Shamrock, always a winner.

Why are you dressed like a fucking cop?

Sergeant O'Riordan.

Montague PD.

Jesus Christ, you look like a beast, man.

Wait, are you still competing?

Only if it's a pie-eating contest.

Do you even know where the fuck you are?

The VA Medical Center.

Oh, shit.

It's the only way that they could get me back in this place.

Am I under arrest?

This seems a bit fucking dramatic.

What, were you afraid I was gonna run away?

We can start with the fact that you're lucky to be alive.

There was a lot of shit in your system this morning

when I collared you for assaulting an innocent man

in front of his wife and baby girl.

Do you remember any of that?

There was this guy. He looked familiar.

He was following me around the store.

He was, uh...

He was blowing this-- he was blowing a whistle.

He looked familiar because his name is Troy Baker.

He played defense with you on our hockey team.

And that wasn't a whistle.

It was a vape pen.

I think you got your wires crossed.

I'll be outside when you're done.

It's too early to know if the multiple

traumatic brain injuries you sustained during deployment

exacerbated the incident.

And your epilepsy test came back negative.

Epilepsy?

I had a seizure?

Environmental factors can induce seizures

in patients with similar brain injuries.

Stress, lack of sleep, drug and alcohol abuse.

Well, how about getting fucking tased?

Can you recall any prior episodes?

-What's this? -Get yourself into a program, okay?

Pre-trial. Help reduce the sentence.

I'm having fucking seizures, and you're giving me a pamphlet?

That's not how the judge is gonna see this.

Not with your priors.

-Not with all the drugs and booze that was in your system. -Okay, so what?

I gotta-- I gotta join a circle jerk of whining fobbits

who've duped their doctors into thinking that they're basket cases

just so they could get 100% benefits?

Do you know what the fucking VAs put me through?

-It's gonna be a one-on-one. -No, no, no.

-I'm not doing that. -Well, you're gonna do it.

No, I'll do the fucking time before I do that.

Okay, tough guy. You're gonna do this, all right?

If you have a brain in your fucking head,

you're gonna listen to me right now.

-I'll think about it. -Yeah, you better think hard.

Because the next time you try to provoke a lethal response from law enforcement,

you might not have an angel sitting on your shoulder.

Well, lucky for me I got a fucking angel then.

What are you doing?

What the fuck are you doing?

Did you ever know me

to treat one of your classmates different than the next?

No, sir.

This isn't my some of the time.

This is my all of the time.

And this?

This is on my time.

If you're struggling,

and I can help, I'm there, no question.

That's real fucking tender.

That's nice. That was good. I felt it right here.

I felt it right in my heart.

-Right-- Hmm. -Get the fuck out of my car.

-Are you serious? -Go, now.

-No. -Get the fuck out!

-Are you fucking serious? -Out!

Are you fucking kidding me?

I'm just-- I'm joking.

The arraignment's tomorrow, asshole.

-Thanks for the flyer. -Grow the fuck up!

Shit.

Hey!

Buddy, let's go.

Off my property.

I'm sorry.

My-- my apologies.

Um--

I'm looking for Alice St. Germain.

This is her...

It's her last listed address.

She doesn't live here anymore.

Well, you know where she might have moved to

or how I might find her?

Your guess is as good as mine.

She's my daughter.

Are you Calvin?

Is that you?

Gunnery Sergeant Whitney St. Germain.

Alice and Brandon's dad.

"PS, you never did tell Alice and I what you...

"did to leave us so many years ago.

"But I will forgive you.

"And I hope you can forgive me.

"Maybe that's a story you can share with Calvin.

"First drink's on me.

"Your son, SPC

"Brandon St. Germain."

That's a--

That's a really nice letter your son wrote.

I've been meaning to visit him at the cemetery.

You know, it's-- it's not too far from here.

Look, man, I just got out of the hospital.

You know, I got this wicked bad headache.

My head is throbbing and I haven't showered in a couple days.

You know, my arm's busted. I just...

Can I-- can I call you? Um...

maybe we can go for a drink.

I understand.

You have children?

You should know that...

your daughter, Alice and I, we-- we don't speak anymore.

You know, we've been separated for years.

Look, I really don't have much more for you

than that right now, you know?

Okay.

Sure, I'm gonna have that drink?

Yeah.

I can't believe I slept through my alarm. I'm gonna be wicked late.

If I'd have known, I would have woke you up.

You already did that when you came home last night.

-Twice. -Whoops.

Look, just-- just take my truck