American Bomber Page #4

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There are people on this planet

who live their whole lives

never feeling hope.

But everyone feels despair

at one time or another.

Despair, like the speed of light

or the weight of hydrogen,

is a universal absolute.

Where the f*** you been,

soldier?

Out.

Not acceptable.

Sorry, ma.

Didn't know I had a curfew.

Well, you do.

A little R and R's one thing,

but you've been flat out AWOL.

If you're gonna act the newbie,

maybe you're not the best man

for this job.

Maybe you'd rather spend

your time

boozing and balling

and forget the mission.

You don't even know what

the damn mission is.

Do you, Miles?

I know more than you do.

But if you like, I can

radio up the chain of command

that you're squandering

our opportunity.

'Chain of command'?

Are you kidding?

Take your chain of command

and cram it up your ass.

I'm the one

going down in history -

You're a f***ing grunt!

Get your ass back here, Hidell.

I said get your ass back here!

You're one homeless looking

dude.

Sorry. I tried to wait up.

I fell asleep.

Isn't your friend wondering

where you are?

Yeah. Probably.

No, that's okay.

I owed you.

We going in or camping out here

all night?

I can't let you in.

Why not?

Look. I'm not oppossed to

bringing home the

occaisional stray

but I'm not running

a kennel here

I'm not looking for

anything heavy, you know?

This is nice.

Let's not ruin it.

You messing with me?

I just think it be better.

Not rushing into things.

Hell's bells, darling.

Did I do something wrong?

No. Not at all.

You're a dream, but

I've been in this position

before

I like the way my life is going

and I don't know you well enough

to let you come in

and mess things up.

No offense.

No. You're right.

I don't want to make things

messy.

Stop by Albatross tomorrow.

Yeah. Sure.

I forgot my bag!

I left it inside.

Your security blanket. Right.

Okay.

Mind if I hit the head?

No. Go ahead.

Hey.

Just wanted to say thanks

for taking me to the ocean.

Hey, cowboy,

Do you have a cigarette?

Well, this is me.

Yes, it is.

You want to come in

for a drink?

Naw.

I think I learned my lesson.

Look at you.

All smart and sh*t.

Here.

For later.

You got any plans for tomorrow?

Don't have to be back

until eight.

Why?

What you say

I pick you up at noon

and we get some breakfast?

That sounds like a date.

It is.

I get off at four.

If you want to come by.

Unless you're sleeping

in the gutter somewhere.

It's worth waiting.

Leave.

You're giving the regulars

bad ideas.

See you tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Hey, bro.

Perfect timing.

Grub's about done.

Beer's in the fridge

if you want one.

Thanks.

Grab a seat.

Soup's on.

To the land of the free

and the home of whatever.

You like it?

It's alright.

Can't have the big man

hearing that

I didn't take care of you.

'The big man.'

I'm sure he thinks

of himself that way.

He's a great man.

Smarter than you and me

put together.

You should respect that.

What's he still doing inside?

It's where he wants to be.

It's like castling.

You bury the king

so no one can get at him.

Maybe.

So what's going on

with you and that girl?

Don't know.

What you mean 'don't know'?

It ain't like you got all

the time

in the world. Sh*t, man.

This is your last supper.

I don't know.

I just like being around her.

Maybe in another lifetime,

who knows?

You wanna switch?

I'll leave you the apartment,

my I.D., the whole thing.

You give me your wallet

and the bag

and I'll do the job.

It ain't your job to do.

Come on, man.

You can't have it both ways.

It's the cooze or the job.

Don't talk about her like that.

I'm trying to help you.

What's the target?

Forget it.

Not happening.

You're forgetting it.

You swore an oath, motherf***er.

To defend this b*tch

against her enemies,

foreign and domestic.

Now if you're too pussystruck

to do what needs doing-

To hell with this.

What's the target?

It's the ragheads, ain't it?

Speiler's always saying that

we went after the wrong people.

Should've gone after

the Saudi's.

What's the target?

GET OFF ME.

Now you listen to me.

I'm sick and tired

of your bitching and moaning.

I'm in command.

Now where is your bag?

Uh, uh.

It's at the c*nt's house,

isn't it?

Maybe when I'm done with you,

I'll go down there

and give her what I got left.

Maybe me and your pig sticker

will have us a threesome.

Maybe I'll cut her tits off

like those n*ggers do

in Africa.

Maybe after I've had my fill

I'll cut me some new holes

to f***.

When I'm done

there'll be more holes in her

than you ever seen-

AHH!

Hi, yeah.

Is Hondo there?

Kentucky, you're early.

Hi.

FBI Special Agent Hondo.

Can I come in

and ask you a couple questions?

Sure.

God, I miss you, bro.

You always had

your sh*t together.

You knew what you wanted

to be and you did it.

Lived your life your way.

And I...

no matter what I do, man

nothing turns out right.

I don't wanna be here.

I don't wanna be anywhere.

Definitely don't wanna

spend the rest of my life

in a cage.

Feel like I spent

my whole life hiding.

I used to think

that if people could see me,

really see me for me...

I don't know.

I want a do-over.

You know.

Like when we were kids.

Something foul happened

you call "do over"

you get to do it again.

Doesn't matter.

They're gonna find me

sooner or later.

Christ, like there's

even anyone listening.

You're dead.

You're dead in a pit

halfway across the world.

And I'm just trying

to make myself feel better.

Look at that.

All this water

and not a damn

drop to drink.

Hey, Ames.

Another drink?

Hey, Sugar Tits.

Another drink, please.

Albatross.

Where the hell are you?

Yeah, no f***ing sh*t.

Screw your bag.

Yeah, I know where that is.

I don't know,

four or five.

...yeah, whatever.

Psst.

Up here.

A**hole.

And how are you doing?

F*** you.

Fair enough.

What kind of bullshit

did you get me into?

What part of

'I don't want a mess

in my life' did you

not understand?

And what's up with

that wad of cash

you stashed at my house?

What was that?

So you didn't have

to use credit cards?

So your name doesn't

pop up on some

government computer somewhere?

And what about me?

Just a free bed

and a place to hide?

Cover for your cheap

James Bond fantasy?

No. Never.

I swear I would've told

you everything if I could've.

I didn't want you to get hurt

and then things got...

complicated. I

I didn't expect this.

I didn't expect any of this.

John, your face

is on every t.v.

in the city.

The FBI was

at the building.

Interviewing everybody.

I don't know what

you're doing here.

And I don't want

to know.

You have your damn bag,

have a nice life.

Wait.

What ever you think

this is, it ain't.

You can't hate me

for this.

I just need some time

to figure this out.

Whatever the cops,

the t.v. is selling you,

I'm still the same guy.

I'm still the same guy

you went to the ocean with.

You are so full of sh*t.

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