An Act of War Page #2

threw us in the back,

and drove us out to a compound.

Started questioning me,

looking for a platoon

of Army Rangers

hiding up in those mountains.

I couldn't talk,

I couldn't jeopardize

30-something of them

to save two of us.

When they realized

I wasn't gonna talk

they started

working on this kid.

And they started...

Chopping him up piece by piece.

They told me I could stop it

if I spoke, but I couldn't.

And he was...

He was screaming.

And now I'm back.

And not a day goes by

that I don't blame myself

for that kid not coming home.

Can you believe

these cocksuckers?

They trade four

prospect pitchers

for one old washed-up,

wife-beatin' drunk

who only one seven games

in Toronto last year.

Can you believe that sh*t?

They spend all that money on

that brand new fancy stadium,

now they expect us

to come out for that?

Put some f***ing winners in the field,

then we'll come out.

- 16 millimeter, right? Yeah.

- Yeah, 16.

Got it here somewhere.

Here you go, son.

Great stuff, by the way.

What do you got?

This one's kind of

personal, Sully.

So, if you could, you know...

Let me guess.

You and your girlfriend, right?

Yeah, something like that.

Hey, no problem.

Because if it's delicate nature,

I promise I won't go

sneaking any peeks.

I got to make sure the exposure

is sufficient, that's all.

You know, you've been leaving this

place a f***ing mess every night?

You better get

your sh*t together.

All right.

I don't want to f***ing hear it.

I know it's you leaving

this place a pigsty.

Either get your act together,

or you get the f*** out.

Yes, sir.

F***ing kids today!

Hey, man.

How's it hanging, brother?

Hey.

It's, um...

- Marlon, right?

- Yeah, it's Marlon, that's right.

Have a seat.

You want coffee?

Sure.

Thanks.

What do you for a living?

I mean,

if you don't mind me asking.

I'm... I'm a projectionist.

Did you know that

marijuana usage

is a ritual part of religious

traditions throughout the world?

In Islamic countries,

it's accepted alongside tobacco

and coffee while alcohol

is strictly prohibited.

That's the way it should be

all over the world.

Weed ain't ever kill nobody.

That's an interesting thought,

I guess.

So, what are you looking at?

Huh?

That guy standing out here.

Uh, I don't see anything, man.

Standing out there looking

straight at us.

Uh, sorry man, I don't...

I don't see anything.

You don't see him?

He's staring straight at us.

Jeez! Chill man.

I got bad eyes.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I see him. I see him.

You know him?

No.

Well, let's go talk to him.

You know, find out what he...

What he wants.

Just forget it.

Okay.

Remember when I said

I can get you anything?

You know,

I can get you anything.

You want something?

I can...

Are you taking off?

There's some things

I just gotta do.

I'll be seeing you.

Sure.

Hey, Sully.

How you doing, son?

All right.

I was just in the neighborhood.

I thought I'd stop by,

see if I could get my film.

Yeah, sure.

I got it right here for you.

Everything all right, Jacob?

You sure?

Yeah.

Nicks,

I know I only develop your film.

Who the f*** am I, right?

But if you ever need

anybody to talk to,

I'm here for you.

What's going on, Sully?

Nothing.

Sully.

I know you told me not to look

and I had

no intention, but, uh...

I, uh...

I caught a glimpse

of some of your film.

I trusted you.

I was simply checking

the exposure, that's all.

I trusted you.

I didn't intend

to look at it, man.

It just happened.

Sully, I trusted you.

Nicks, I don't know what to say.

I mean, I'm truly sorry, okay?

I'm concerned about you, kid.

- How much do I owe you?

- Nothing.

Don't f***ing piss me off,

Sully.

How much do I owe you?

I don't want your money, kid.

Nicks, you don't have to

do this, you know.

It was a mistake,

I didn't mean to.

- Nicks, Nicks, please, huh?

- F*** you.

I'm sorry.

A 22 year old man,

described by officials

as a vindictive social outcast,

faces a federal court

hearing on charges

stemming from

the attempted assassination

of a US House Representative.

Public defenders are

requesting that the suspect,

who makes his first

court appearance...

next Monday afternoon,

will be represented

by the same attorney

who defended the man responsible

for the Oklahoma City bombing

over a decade ago.

Wait, stop.

- What?

- The sound.

- What?

- Wait.

What the f*** is this?

It's nothing.

It's nothing?

You think I'm an idiot,

don't you?

Oh, my God.

The only reason I f***ed you is

because I felt sorry for you.

You make me sick.

You're so pathetic.

Don't say that.

I say whatever the f***

I want to say.

And you know the story

you told me?

You were the weak one.

You could have saved that kid,

but you didn't so you could save yourself.

Get out!

Ivana, it's me again.

I don't know what else to say,

I'm sorry.

I thought we had something.

I thought I was good for you.

Anyway, call me back

when you get this.

You know, I love you.

Hey, Nicks, how you doing, man?

You don't look so good.

You need some sleep.

- You want one?

- Sure.

One for him, too.

Is that guy still following you?

You know how you always ask me

if there's anything I need?

Like what?

You know, you know.

How do I know

you're not a snitch?

I'm just joking with you, man.

Whatever you want.

- What, what do you got?

- What do you want?

I don't know, something strong.

I got what you need.

I gotta warn you.

It's some addictive sh*t, man.

I don't care.

Just give it to me.

Everything

is gonna be all right.

Everything

is gonna be all right.

Everything is gonna be

all right.

What the f*** do you

want from me?

Take this.

What's this?

Just take it.

I don't even know who you are.

You don't know who I am?

I don't wanna know you.

Just take it.

Stay away from me.

Stay the f*** away from me.

Stay away from me.

What the f***?

Why won't you talk to me?

Why won't you take my phone calls?

- Leave me alone!

- Huh, why won't you talk to me?

Leave me alone, you freak!

I never want to see you again!

Ivana!

Do you realize what you've done?

Do you realize how many

refunds I had to give?

Just take it out of my paycheck.

It's not about the money

I lost tonight.

It's about the fact that

those customers

will never come

to this theater again.

I don't know

what happened, Frank.

Something's going on with you.

You're not right.

Not that you were ever

right to begin with.

You look like sh*t,

you smell like sh*t,

I want you out of here.

I'm sorry, Frank.

Frank, I'm sorry.

Clean the machine

and get the f*** out.

You're sick in the head,

you know that?

You need f***ing help.

Don't come back here no more.

I need more.

No, no coffee.

I need...

I need more.

More what?

More what... What the f*** else

would I be talking about, man?

Chill, man. Chill.

I only...

I only got a little bit.

Give me what you got.

All right, all right.

Hold on a second.

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