Adulterers Page #3

All I ever wanted

was a good woman.

Oh, I'm good.

I'm good, Sammy.

I'm good, baby.

You earned it.

USAF Major.

Damien Jackson.

You in the service?

Got out a few years back.

I'm a reservist, now.

So I guess you're used to

having a gun pointed at ya, huh?

I don't think you

ever grow accustomed to

somebody pointing

guns at you, no.

But that wasn't my experience.

I flew jets.

Like, Top Gun type sh*t?

No, bombers.

Don't tell me

you flew the B-1.

Yeah, actually, I did.

Stationed not too far from here.

Barksdale?

That's the one.

Oh, man, I grew

up in Bossier City,

right near that base.

I didn't know that, Sammy.

You know,

kinda makes sense that

you were a bomber pilot and all.

- How's that?

- All you flyboys,

all ya'll do is drop your bombs

from way up in the sky.

And then run off and

hide in them clouds.

Leaving a mess for

everybody else to clean up.

That's not quite

how I'd put it.

I got news for ya.

This time, you gonna see

the mess firsthand, Punchy.

(metronome ticking)

So, uh, they give you

one of them nicknames?

Tactical call signs,

what it's called.

Flash Jackson.

People just call me Flash.

Flash.

(snickering)

Said you fly for Southern?

I ain't never seen

no nose ring wearing,

tatted up airline pilot before.

I guess Peaches just needs to

get herself an upgrade.

I wanted to be a

fighter pilot once.

Took that damn ASVAB

test a few times,

but I couldn't

score high enough to

get into the Air Force

or the Navy.

Just guess I'm not

smart like you.

You're still relatively

young, you know?

It's not too late, I mean,

those things are all political.

I didn't know you wanted

to be a pilot, Sammy.

Well, I guess there's

a whole lot that

we don't know about each other.

Peaches.

Damien:
Sammy, I mean,

if that's something that

you're still interested in,

I can make a call, I mean,

there's people

that owe me favors.

You'd do that for me?

I would, I really would.

No, thank you.

You ain't talking your

way outta this sh*t.

(ticking)

What's your wife's name?

I'm gettin' real sick and

tired of repeatin' myself.

Jasmine.

Sam:
Jasmine.

That's a real pretty name.

What's wrong with her?

Nothin'.

She's great.

So, why you f***in' my wife?

What would Jasmine say if

she were here, right now?

Probably be pretty pissed.

Would she leave you?

Probably not.

My wife knows I got a problem,

and we're working on it,

I'm trying to fix it.

Oh, I don't give a f***

about what you fixin' to do.

It's what you done

already did here,

that you're gonna

have to pay for.

Damien:
Look, God damn, Sam,

we're all grownups, okay?

I didn't force your

wife to f*** me.

It was mutual.

And it was wrong.

And I am sorry.

And obviously your

wife is sorry.

And you're mad as hell,

and you have every right to be.

But Sam, this is life.

This kinda sh*t happens

from time to time.

You just gotta

pick up the pieces

and learn from this sh*t, man,

and just move on.

I ain't no marriage counselor

or nothin' like that,

but I mean, I think

it's plain to see that

this is between

you and your wife.

I mean, with all due respect...

What you think you're doin'?

Sammy, Sammy!

God damn it, Sam!

This is gettin' ridiculous!

Either you f***ing shoot me,

or you let me go!

I'm not gonna just sit here

and be humiliated by you.

You come to my house,

and you f*** my wife

on my anniversary,

and you talking

about humiliation!?

Didn't you know something

like this could happen?

I f***ing did, man, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I never meant to hurt you guys,

I never meant to hurt you, man.

Oh, you hurt people.

And hurt people, hurt people.

(metronome ticking)

You read The Bible, Sam?

Yes, I do.

You?

I wouldn't call myself,

for lack of a better phrase,

like, all Christian

or nothin' like that,

but my momma took me to

church every Sunday.

Every Sunday, and I think

some of it rubbed off on me.

I remember hearing that

vengeance belonged to God.

Vengeance only perpetuates

more vengeance.

And on again, and on again until

somebody just has the

strength to say stop.

"The wrong done to me,

I will not avenge."

Does that sound familiar to you?

"Avenge not yourselves,

give unto wrath,

for it is written that

vengeance is mine!

I will repay, sayeth the Lord."

Romans, chapter 12, verse 19.

See, this here?

I don't see this as revenge.

Revenge would be me going to

your house

and f***ing your pregnant wife,

until she could hardly breathe.

This?

This here is justice.

And I do believe the good

Lord will be on my side.

Exodus 20:
13.

Boy, heathen,

(metronome ticking)

you should do know your

way around the good book.

But it's Exodus

chapter 20, verse 14

you gots to worry about.

See, ya'll keep

saying ya'll sorry.

But you ain't sorry.

You only sorry that

you got caught.

It's time that ya'll deal with

the consequences

of your actions.

I got some money.

Everybody's hurting for

money these days, right?

I mean, what you need?

A thousand?

Five thousand?

Just name your price, man,

just don't take my life,

I got a f***in' family,

please, Sam.

A hundred thousand.

That's more difficult,

but I can get it.

I can get you that money.

I have to call my banker,

I could have him wire

the money tonight.

He could wire the money tonight.

I just use that phone,

I get you that money.

Just let me use that phone,

I'll get you that money.

Get your ass back,

motherf***er!

Come on, man.

You think I want your money?

Huh?

You can't buy your

way out of this sh*t.

When you dipped your

dick into my wife,

you stole something from me.

You took a piece of my pride.

Every time I look at her,

I'm gonna see you.

- (whimpering)

- Sam:
Huh?

(crying)

Now, tell me.

What's the penalty for that?

Damien:
I don't know!

What's the price for that?

I don't know,

but it shouldn't be death.

Well, fortunately,

the good Lord is on my side.

You see, the good book says,

any man who commits adultery

shall be put to death.

Leviticus, chapter 20,

verse ten.

Ashley:
Baby.

Baby, put the gun to me.

Come on.

It ain't his fault.

It's my fault.

I'm the bad one.

Good, good, good!

Okay.

Talk to me.

Talk to me, forget about him.

Talk to me.

Go on, Damien, get out of here.

- (gunfire)

- (screaming)

God damn it!

The f*** is wrong with you, man!

(sobbing)

Ya'll just don't

seem to understand.

Gonna point this out for you.

I am judge.

I am jury.

And I am the executioner.

So whoever dies here today,

it's my choice.

(metronome ticking)

Jimmy:
How's it going?

Lola:
It's going.

I haven't seen your

boyfriend in a while.

He's not my boyfriend.

Sammy's a happily married man.

He's married?

(laughter)

- Happily.

- Yeah.

Where is he?

I don't know,

haven't seen him since

just before lunch.

He better not

still be at lunch.

Well, when you see him,

tell him I'd like to

have a word with him.

Sure thing.

And, uh, when you're done here,

I'm gonna need ya

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