Paulie Bowers:
Nick? Nick fucking Lowell? You gotta be fucking kidding me.
Nick Lowell:
Wow.
Paulie Bowers:
You look pretty fucking good for a dead man.
[pushed by Nick]
Paulie Bowers:
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, it's me. It's Paulie. I'm just on weekend leave. Let me buy you a drink. You got somewhere you need to be? Or you got five minutes for an old friend? Captain?
Nick Lowell:
Congratulations.
Paulie Bowers:
It's bullshit. Three years in Okinawa. There's no one fighting anymore, so what's the point of this?
Nick Lowell:
I don't know.
Paulie Bowers:
You ever go out there? Where they dropped the first one?
Nick Lowell:
No.
Paulie Bowers:
I did. The fucking rats almost built it all up again. But look at you. Looks like you made a good fucking life for yourself, dressed up like a lounge singer. You live here? Osaka?
Nick Lowell:
I got a little place.
Paulie Bowers:
You weren't always so calm and quiet. You know that?
Nick Lowell:
Maybe you just didn't know me so well.
Paulie Bowers:
No, I guess not. I got leave for another day. I should come by, see your place.
Nick Lowell:
No.
Paulie Bowers:
No?
Nick Lowell:
No. Your five minutes is up.
Paulie Bowers:
Is that how it is, huh? Can't drink with a guy from your own fucking unit?
Nick Lowell:
Yeah.
[leaves money]
Nick Lowell:
Congrats on your stripes.
Paulie Bowers:
Yeah? Hey, fuck you. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were dodging court-martial. Can't wait to hear what the guys are gonna say when I tell them who I bumped into. I'm sure someone would love to come pay you a visit.
Nick Lowell:
No, you know what? I'm sorry. Why don't you come back and have a drink with me? Old times.
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