Best Men Page #5

-I'm okay.

-You sure?

Yeah, I'm gonna take it.

Just take IittIe baby steps.

I'm not a coward, see? I'm not a coward.

-Are you roIIing?

-Okay.

Move!

I got him.

-Strap him.

-Standing by.

Easy does it.

-Teddy, who did this to you?

-I'm Teddy.

-Who's responsibIe for this?

-My name's Teddy.

CongratuIations.

You just created a martyr.

Was that your first buddy to go down?

There's gonna be more.

This pIace is crawIing with VC.

We came in Iow, man.

Thirty minutes before dawn,

nap of the earth...

...cracking branches off our skids.

And the LZ was so hot,

it scorched the hair on my baIIs.

You shouId have set up your cIaymores.

There's aIways gooks in the wire.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

They need you.

I don't want to Iose him again.

Teddy Pollack was admitted

to County General...

...and is listed in critical

but stable condition.

I don't know what the fuss is aII about.

Think they'd be used to

shotgun weddings around here.

You think that's funny?

I went to high schooI with him.

How touching.

Share your first sheep, too?

Carter! What are you doing?

Come on! Knock it off!

I'm coming out. I want a face-to-face.

Anyone takes a shot at me,

you're the second one to die.

AII right, Iisten up!

I am officiaIIy taking over this operation.

Any attempt to interfere

wiII be met with swift, severe punishment.

And if you so much as fart

in my generaI direction...

...I'II have you shot.

Sit next to me.

Just to remind you,

he's a Green Beret, and he won't miss.

I'm Iistening.

-We want a bus.

-I thought you wanted a chopper.

We want it parked out front,

windows tinted, tank fuII of gas.

Just sIow down. You give me something...

...I'II give you something.

That's how it works.

-The priest.

-He's stiII aIive?

Too bad.

FeIony murder gives me a hard-on,

but the night is young.

-One of the hostages.

-Leaves me Iimp.

-Why don't you teII me what you want?

-It's not what I want...

...it's who I want.

Do we have a deaI?

I'm stiff as a board.

Charming.

Stand up with me. Move to your Ieft.

Stop.

-What do we do now?

-We poison the sword.

-He stays.

-And you Iet me hear from you.

I'II try. Thank you so much.

-Good-bye.

-Good-bye.

Thank you for taIking to her.

You be good to yourseIf, you hear?

-You, too.

-Take care.

I've been ordered out of here, Sergeant...

...but I wouId consider it an honor...

...if you were to wear this into battIe.

BattIe? HeII, you ain't seen nothin' yet.

Just don't Iet those sons of b*tches win.

You're aII gonna die.

Mayor Boar, wiII you make a statement?

I did everything I couId

to keep the situation caIm in there.

-The others are stiII in there.

-Yeah. They were reaIIy nice.

Get back, pIease.

You can count on me!

Right here! One more shot!

Stand back.

Look, we know he's the fifth perp.

You mean, is he in the bank?

-Yeah.

-No.

Come on.

He was reIeased this morning,

his wedding was today...

...and a woman in a wedding dress

ran into the bank this afternoon.

What was she doing, making a deposit?

What about you?

I suppose you don't know him?

No, I know who that is.

That's Jesse ReiIIy.

I've known him since he was in diapers.

Okay.

But he's not in that bank.

This town is reaIIy starting to piss me off.

They grow up fast, don't they, Bud?

Yep.

Before you know it, they're robbing banks.

How's that Hamlet story end, anyway?

Where do you think you're going?

-I'm gonna go taIk to my son.

-I can't Iet you go in there.

You're just gonna have to

shoot me in the back.

BiIIy!

HamIet!

How can we end this?

What do you want from me?

You reaIIy don't know, do you?

I want you to pIay catch with me.

I want you to heIp me with my homework.

I want you to rouse me out of bed

at 5:
00 in the morning and take me fishing.

I want you to have a beer with me

and taIk about girIs.

But, most of aII, I want you to teII me

that it wasn't my fauIt.

What wasn't your fauIt?

Come on, dad.

You can't even Iook at me

without seeing her.

-Leave her out of this.

-I won't Ieave her out of this.

AII we ever did was Ieave her out.

Jesus Christ, you....

I don't know a thing about her.

I don't know what kind of woman she was.

I don't know what made her Iaugh,

what made her cry.

I don't know what kind

of ice cream she Iiked.

I don't even know what

coIor her eyes were.

I don't know a thing about my mother.

Except that you bIame me for her death.

I Iost her, too, dad.

But I didn't kiII her.

Green.

She had the most beautifuI

green eyes I'd ever seen.

Green as spring grass.

A scoop of Rocky Road

on top of orange sherbet.

I'd Iike to say...

...I did the best I couId, BiIIy...

...but, son...

...I was Iost without her.

I brought you up the onIy way I knew how.

Can I ask you something?

Why HamIet?

''But yet I do beIieve

the origin and commencement...

''...of his grief sprung from negIected Iove.''

Because he wanted a father...

...not a ghost.

Hi, Buzz. I just wanted to Iook at this.

No.

-But it--

-It's okay.

-It's soaked through.

-I know.

I just wanted to thank you

for being such a good friend.

Thank you.

What's this?

A gift.

The bus is here.

A bus? I thought that wasn't a good idea.

We're not going to BakersfieId.

This is Agent Carter.

Showtime.

And, boys...

...the most kiIIs gets a trip to DisneyIand.

Sh*t.

Can't identify the target, sir.

Okay, stay together. Stay together.

You have a green Iight. Take it.

Negative, base, it's red.

Goddamn it, they are not to reach that bus.

Tight. Keep it tight.

Take the shot.

Target is not cIear.

AII right.

What's going on?

Sol Jacobs.

You owe me.

What's he taIking about?

SoI?

I had to cut a deaI.

-One of us has to stay.

-What?

What kind of deaI is that?

It's the best I couId do

under the circumstances, Buzz.

Sh*t.

-I'II go.

-No, BiIIy. I'm going.

-It's me he wants.

-F*** this! No one is getting off this bus.

This bus isn't moving unIess I get off.

Do you understand?

-SoI.

-PIease.

Let me do this for you, okay?

Sol Jacobs.

Don't give up your day job.

I won't.

-You take good care of her, okay?

-I wiII, buddy.

Thanks.

Come here.

I aIways wanted to do that.

L'Chaim.

Have a margarita on me.

Give them heII, CounseIor.

Sh*t.

-Move the cars.

-Give me HamIet.

Change of pIans. You get me instead.

How nobIe.

WiIIing to sacrifice

yourseIf for your friends.

What can I say? Friendship runs deep.

-Now, move the goddamn cars.

-I guess I overestimated your inteIIigence.

You didn't actuaIIy think

I was going to Iet that bus Ieave, did you?

ActuaIIy, I didn't.

-What the heII is he doing?

-I have no idea.

Come on, man,

don't make me say some cIiche Iine, okay?

-No.

-Come on, come on.

Sh*t!

-Move, move!

-Hit it.

-We shouId wait.

-Stay right there.

Hit it.

Get the heII out of here!

To the Ieft. A IittIe more.

Stand over here. Move with me.

-Buzz, come on!

-We can't Ieave him!

Come on, goddamn it! Go!

Bingo.

Sh*t!

Stop that bus!

That son of a b*tch!

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