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1958
Harry: *Looking at a sign in front of his house. It says...* Sold.
Amy: I told Du we'd do it. Du didn't believe me.
Harry: Yeah, until two days Vor when I heard that we'd have some buyers. Any plan on where Du want to go for our Weiter home?
Amy: Hmm..
Cape May, 1959.
Harry: *Looks at his new house as he drives away in his red Cadillac* Still can't believe we made it here.
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Harry: *Marks a Tag on his calender. It says April 14, 1962* Only four days until my birthday.
Captain Ford: Harry, I need to see you.
Harry: Oh no. *Worried as he walks with Captain Ford into the office*
Captain Ford: Du set a fine example for our officers in this department. How would Du like a promotion? There's no Corporal spots available, so we're going to make Du a Sargent.
Harry: *His eyes light up* Thank Du sir.
1963
Alan: Du better not be a gangster.
Harry: I'm Harry Penn of the New Jersey State Police. Are Du Alan Martinez, oder not?
Alan: I am.
Harry: *Gets out of the car, and sticks his hand out for a handshake*
Alan: *Pulls out his .38* Not so fast. If you're really a police officer, you'll Zeigen me your badge.
Harry: Suit yourself. *Takes his badge out of his pocket*
Alan: *Looks at Harry's badge, and gives it back to him* And, some I.D. If your name's not Harry Penn, I'll shoot you.
Harry: *Grabs his driver's license in his car* Whatever Du say Martinez.
Alan: *Looks at his license* Okay Mr. Penn. What's going on?
Harry: I've been assigned to work with you.
Alan: Okay. Now I'll take the handshake. *Shakes Harry's hand* Sorry if I made Du uncomfortable, but I have trouble trusting some people.
1965
Alan: 1965 is a pretty shitty year, huh Harry?
Harry: What makes Du say that?
Alan: Music, and cars are starting to turn into crap, and don't even get me started with Lyndon Johnson. *Turns right*
Harry: What the hell are Du talking about?
Alan: Vietnam. What the hell are we sending our soldiers over there for? What did they ever do to us?
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News Reporter: The war still rages on in Vietnam, but it seems that some people want our soldiers not to take part.
Cape May, 1968
Harry: *Wearing a military uniform*
Alan: *With Camryn* This is it I guess.
Harry: Don't worry Alan. I'll be back.
Alan: I know. Du shouldn't even be going there, of all places. *Shakes Harry's hand*
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Camryn: We will miss you.
Harry: Thanks Camryn. I better go now. *Walks to the station*
Alan: *Bites his lip, feeling nervous*
Camryn: Come on Alan, he'll be okay.
Alan: I don't know Camryn, that place is shit. Even if he does survive, he's not going to be himself. *Walks to a brand new Corvette stachelrochen, stingray with Camryn*
Camryn: What do Du mean?
Alan: Du know damn well what I mean. *Gets in the driver's seat, and watches Camryn sit Weiter to him. He starts the car, and drives* Some people that went to fight over there got a post traumatic stress disorder. Once they get it, they're fucked.
Camryn: Don't say that Alan. Harry's going to be fine.
Alan: *Stops at a stop sign, and closes his eyes*
Camryn: Do Du want me to drive?
Alan: Sure. *Gets out, and switches seats with Camryn*
Camryn: *Drives* Listen to me, Du know Harry. He'll be okay. Alright?
Alan: *Nods, and looks out a window*
2 B Continued