An Act of War Page #3

Give it.

Give it to me.

You're making this sh*t

seem obvious, man.

If you don't give me that

goddamn sh*t right now,

I will slit your f***ing throat

and piss down your neck.

Pick your fire, pick your fire!

You could have saved that kid,

but you didn't

so you could save yourself.

I got to warn you.

This is some addictive sh*t, man.

You're sick

in the head, you know that?

You don't know who I am?

Son, are you okay?

Hello?

Jacob, is that you?

Yeah.

What the f***'s

going on over there?

I've been trying to call you

for the last three days.

I can't talk right now, Tom.

What the hell's wrong with you?

You sound like sh*t.

Yeah?

Yeah, seriously, Jacob.

- What the f***'s your problem?

- What's my problem?

What's my problem, Tom?

A lot of sh*t!

That's what the f***

my problem is!

Well, talk to me then.

Jesus, how am I

supposed to know,

if you don't tell me anything?

- It's you.

- It's me...

- What's me?

- You following me, Tom?

Following? Following you?

What the f*** are you

talking about?

Are you following me?

Tom, you following me?

You f***ing following me?

All right, you know what,

I'm coming over.

I won't be here.

Ah, f*** it.

I can't get through to you,

so I'm just gonna say it.

Mom's dead, Jacob.

She died a couple days ago.

Look, I didn't want to have to

tell you like this,

but I know how much you hate

me coming over there, so...

We all knew it was coming.

I just wish she could have

seen you before she went.

She's gone, man.

She loved you, you know that?

She was proud

of everything you've done.

Look, I know I haven't been much

of a brother lately, but...

But is there anything

I can do for you?

Anything at all?

Do you realize

the risk involved?

You're asking for

classified material.

If anyone knew that

I had given you these,

I wouldn't just lose my job.

I'd face time in federal prison.

No one will know I have them.

Yeah.

Anyway, I wasn't worried

about getting caught.

Put yourself in my shoes

for a minute.

It takes you three days to

get your brother on the phone.

Once you do, he sounds like

a f***ing lunatic.

Accusing you of sh*t.

And then, to top it all off,

he ask for interrogation reels

of serial killers...

What the hell

am I supposed to think, huh?

You asked if you could help.

Yeah, I did.

Well, just tell me

what you need them for then.

Hmm?

Jacob, come on.

What do you need them for?

I'm just trying to

understand, Tom.

- That's it.

- Mmm-hmm.

Understand what?

The world we live in,

it's such a sick place.

I'm not commending it,

but I'm not gonna pretend I don't see it.

'Cause I see it everywhere.

And I'm just trying

to understand.

That's... That's it.

I don't know, man.

Okay. If I do this,

I want you to promise me

that you're going to

cut this sh*t out.

All of it.

This... This isolation,

this self-destructive

bullshit.

You got to move forward, Jacob.

It's killing me here, man.

Not a day goes by where I don't wish

it were me who was sent over there.

I'd give anything to see things

the way they used to be.

Please, Tom,

just get me those reels.

Let me see what I can do.

Hey, Nicks, how you doing, man?

Okay.

Well, good.

Maybe we can sit down,

I can buy you a cup of coffee?

No, Marlon,

let's not pretend that our relationship

is anything more than

what it is.

What do you mean?

What I mean?

The only reason why I'm here is

because you got something that I want.

What's that, a sense of humor?

You're not cute, Marlon.

You're not funny.

What you are is a worthless,

homeless, piece of sh*t

- pushing trash to kids.

- Watch it.

I don't sell to no kids.

Give me the sh*t.

I want you to know, because of you,

I'm hooked on this sh*t.

I warned you, man.

I told you it was addictive.

You know what, Marlon?

I'm gonna personally see to it that

you get exactly what you deserve.

Remember how I told you there's

some good left in the world?

You'll see.

I've always seen

optimism in life.

The joy.

I've always found beauty,

until recently that is.

The earth itself

is overflowing with elegance.

Sophistication. Refinement.

But those who inhabit it are far

from the world on which they stand.

The worst thing that ever could

have happened to planet Earth,

human existence.

The world flourished for millions of years,

but now it rots.

And the tenure of man

is to blame.

I'll no longer tolerate the

abuse I've endured from society.

Society makes me sick.

During those eight years,

how many victims were there in all?

Forty-nine.

We've become reliant on what we

hear to determine what we think.

News stations tell us what to believe,

what to stand for.

Advertisements tell us what we must have,

what we cannot live without.

All the while we stray further and

further from what truly matters.

How many of them were men?

None.

All women?

And children.

As we strive for

progress in the war overseas,

the one back home

grows more unrelenting.

Violence headlines

every front page.

Duress lines

every street corner.

As the masses turn desperately

to a single man

to suppress an age-old

quandary of inequality.

The world should be

ashamed of itself.

It's become a frightening place.

No place for a child,

no place for innocence.

I bound their

hands behind their backs.

And then I strangled them.

Did you rape them?

Yes.

All of them?

Yes.

The fate of evil

is predetermined.

Junkies, whores, rapists,

they'll all burn in hell.

But what will the fate

of a vigilante be?

I suppose there is only

one way to find out.

I've seen the worst in man.

I know what the world needs.

It needs protection,

it needs a hero.

Someone to end the affliction,

to stop the bleeding.

Someone to show the scum

that they've only existed

because we've allowed them to.

Someone to give the filth

what they deserve.

Someone who will stand for this

not a second longer.

There's no turning back.

My mind's been made.

I consider the execution

of the journey

I'm soon to embark on

a sacrifice to all of mankind.

As the souls,

soon to be taken from them,

will not be of a loss,

but of a tremendous gain.

A man is capable of anything,

once he's lost his conscience.

The door's open.

Come on, Tito.

Tito, I'm busy.

Hey, Nicks, how you doing?

What are you doing here

so early?

You wanna go outside?

I'd like some privacy.

Nicks, where...

Where are we going?

Now listen, Marlon, I feel

bad about what happened.

You were only trying to help,

it wasn't your fault.

You don't have to say that.

That's nice... Nice of you to say.

But you don't have to say that.

No, I feel awful about

what happened and I...

I got you something over here

to show you how sorry I am.

Okay.

Did you know that

marijuana is a valuable aid

in the treatment of a wide

variety of clinical applications?

These include pain relief...

I'm coming.

Wait right here.

Yeah, hold on one second.

Speak into the recorder.

I don't care what you say.

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