An Act of War Page #4

Just say it.

Say anything. Just say it.

Say it.

Say it.

Say it!

Okay, I... I don't understand...

I can't...

- I can't...

- That's it.

That's all I needed.

What... No.

Feel my pain.

I loved you.

You realize things

you never have before

when seeing them

for the last time.

The world looks different.

Similar to the way I remember

seeing it as a child.

Clean. Safe.

Untouched. Not afraid.

This tape is meant to be

shared with the world.

It's meant to serve

as my vindication.

I hope that my story

inspires you.

I hope that my actions

have given you hope.

I hope it provokes all of

mankind to leave the world

a better place

than when they found it.

But most importantly,

I hope that you finally

stop living in fear.

Sometimes it takes a man with nothing

to lose to start a revolution.

But a man with nothing to lose

has nothing to live for.

And I myself cannot

live with that burden.

There's good left in the world.

There really is.

Sanchez.

What's this kid's name again?

Detective Nicks,

you don't know how sorry

I am for your loss.

Tommy,

your brother left behind

a recording.

Seems he used it like a diary.

Towards the end

of the recording,

he admits to killing four people

prior to taking his own life.

He told us who they were,

where they worked,

where they lived

and where he left their bodies.

I sent a couple of men out this

morning to locate them, but...

Uh...

There were no bodies.

The only person your

brother killed was himself.

I took a ride over to the place

where your brother worked

and questioned the owner.

He told me that in his 20

years of owning that theater,

he's never had a night manager

and never employed anyone

by the name of Frank.

In the recording your brother

claimed that he met someone

for coffee every morning

after his shift.

I spoke to the waiter

who works the graveyard shift.

He said Jacob never had company

and was always by himself.

He had been seeing a girl

for the last few months,

so I stopped by her apartment,

but it was empty.

The landlord told me that he rented the

place out to Jacob several months ago

and he never saw anyone else

coming and going from the unit.

We found a huge amount of film

in your brother's apartment.

I went to the place where he got it

developed and questioned the owner.

He said that one night,

while processing some of Jacob's film,

something unusual

caught his eye.

And he couldn't help

taking a closer look.

What was it, sir?

Yeah, my friend.

He's my friend,

what's so hard

to believe about that.

Got you that goddamn coffee,

didn't we?

I don't know

what happened, Frank.

She works late, besides

that's what I got you for.

Ivana!

Marlon, you are the most interesting

person I think I've ever met.

Everyone calls me Nicks.

Why don't you take

my phone calls?

I don't want to talk about it.

Now listen, Marlon, I feel

bad about what happened.

I need something strong.

I thought we had something.

I thought I was good for you.

What you are is a worthless...

I'd like to think I was more

than one of your clients.

homeless piece of sh*t.

Do you know, because of you,

I'm hooked on this sh*t.

Ivana...

Get out!

These people didn't exist.

They weren't real.

Not one of them.

Tommy,

do you know the man

in this picture?

You're brother claims this man had been

following him for the past couple of months.

Where did you find this?

In your brother's apartment.

So, you know the people

in the picture?

Yeah, that's me there

on the left and...

my little brother, Jacob,

there on the right.

And the man in the middle?

That was our father.

Hmm.

The day this picture was taken was

the last time we ever saw him.

He shipped out and was killed in

combat a couple of weeks later.

From what I remember,

he was a good father.

He and Jacob had this

special bond.

They loved movies.

I hated them.

My brother was a war hero,

you know?

He was a POW for eight months.

They tortured the poor kid

every day for eight months

and he told them nothing.

And when he got home, I...

I'd never been so happy

my whole life.

You know, I quickly realized

that he wasn't the same.

He looked like Jacob and...

And he sounded

like Jacob, but...

it wasn't him.

They killed him.

His body came home, but...

He was already gone.

Again, my deepest condolences.

Tommy, I'm gonna do whatever

I can to keep this quiet.

There will be an

ongoing investigation,

I can't stop that,

but I can promise you

that I will do everything

to keep this as

low-key as possible.

Yeah.

And, um, the reels, sir?

Hmm.

Well, I don't know anything

about any reels, Tommy.

But if I did,

I'd say they've been

taken care of.

Thank you, sir,

for everything.

Lieutenant,

can I hear the tape?

Speak into the recorder.

I don't care what you say,

just say it.

Say anything. Just say it.

Say it. Say it.

Say it!

That's it.

That's all I needed.

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