Liberty Stands Still Page #2

and are making | a run for it.

I'm sure you're wondering | if I'm working for your husband.

I'm not.

If he knew about Russell | he'd take it hard

and he's a very | violent man.

Hey, is Dwayne around?

No, he stepped away.

Is he going | to be back soon?

Did he leave anything | for Frank?

Tell him something, | he looks desperate.

No. | What?

No, I don't eat meat.

(Joe laughs) | Thank you.

He thinks you warned him | about the cops.

You having fun, Joe?

Yes.

But not like you think.

How much do you want?

Nothing. | It's not about cash.

It's about you.

You have two choices...

First, you die | an American hero.

Second...

you die still working | for the fat man.

Look, I have accounts | all over the world.

I have unlimited resources. | Tell me how much you want.

Is it all champagne | inside that pretty head?

I don't see | where this is going.

Ah, Liberty.

Memory lane.

The former you.

Life before | the Bulgari handbag.

What happened?

You know my husband... | Can't pin this on him.

He's just a thug | working on any side of the law

that'll give out | a check.

By the medals he earned during | his stint with the military,

some would say | he's a hero.

And what would you say, | Liberty?

I don't think | this is about

what I think | of my husband's track record.

Do heroes pray for war so that | they can sell their bullets?

We never discuss | our business.

Okay, Liberty.

You're in my sightline,

you're standing | next to a bomb,

and you're not at liberty | to discuss

that you and your husband | manufacture guns

and sell them | to any f***ing country,

or street a**hole,

or all. American kid | who'll pay you the cash.

(scoffs)

Hooray for | the American dream.

If you want something, | ask for it,

otherwise, | I'm just going to hang up.

Go ahead.

Is this about | the sale to Poland?

Serbia. | Poland.

(sighs)

Denial is a curious thing.

The shipment | never made it to Poland.

Serbians, Croats...

kids on both sides...

all died.

What's the f***ing difference?

So you were there?

(beeping slowly)

(beeping fast)

(beeping slowly)

Go on, honey.

Hot dog, please.

Sure. Sure.

No mustard.

I said no mustard.

Cute. Don't make me | pull the trigger.

He's just a kid. | I have nothing to lose, Liberty.

Or haven't you figured | that out yet?

Go.

You know, | you know a lot about me.

What I'm thinking, | who I'm f***ing...

just amazing, Joe.

And I'm your only friend | at this moment.

My final confessor. | That too.

So you whacking off | right now, baby, hmm?

Working out some | domination bullshit?

Tread carefully, | dear heart.

Why? In this game of yours, | the way I see it,

I die either way. | May as well have some fun.

VP Marketing, McCloud, | standard in American weaponry.

Kind of like Beretta is | to the Italians.

Ah, so that's | what this is about.

Your dilemma is...

when to pull the plug... | pull the plug...

Who are you going | to take with you?

And who are you going | to take with you?

Aah!

Man:
| What was that?

Now...

you've just been shot at | by your best. Selling rifle.

How does it feel?

How's it supposed to feel?

Real.

Fine, I'm terrified. | Is that what you want me to say?

Well, it's a start.

And you've got | a little over an hour

to sound like | you really mean it.

(sighs) | You want to know what makes me

so twisted?

Crazy?

The why of it all?

It's kind of funny. | Right now I feel absolutely sane.

But I know what it's like | to be twisted and crazy.

Something I don't think

that you've | ever experienced.

Liberty:
| Well, I've had my moments.

Don't compete.

You're right, you're probably | crazier than I've ever been.

(Joe laughs)

Man:
I'll take a long walk, | and then you'll know.

I mean, I don't have to...

Good God, he sucks.

I can't go out there.

(beeping)

So, you're quite a shot.

Yeah. I started | with BBs and squirrels.

You're a pretty | crack shot yourself.

Well, you know, my father wanted | a competition kid,

so I went for the medals.

You know what he did to me | the first time he took me

out in the bush?

He shot this deer. | The deer had a fawn.

You know | what he made me do?

He made me shoot it.

Close range.

And you pulled | the trigger.

I hated him | for making me do it.

I had nightmares. | How ironic.

Yeah.

Come on, let's get back | to the point.

Why are | you doing this, Joe?

You must meet | all kinds in your business.

Why do they? | Come on, I sell corporately.

It's not like I deal | with every a**hole

who wants to wave | a big dick at something.

So it's about my dick?

(applause)

What if Russell | slit his wrists?

We should call | the police.

Slit his wrists?

Russell's the happiest man | I've ever met.

Happiness is the best cover | for clinical depression.

What? Did he tell you | he was depressed?

The man is dating a barracuda. | What's not to be depressed about?

You know, we're in a bit | of a time jam here.

This guessing game's | getting a bit tiring.

Why don't you just tell me | what's going on?

Fair enough.

I want you | to understand loss.

You lost someone...

to a gun accident?

No accident. | A willful act.

Premeditated.

Liberty:
| Your wife?

Son?

(Liberty sighs)

Your daughter.

Look, I'm really sorry | for you and your family,

but is this how | she'd want you to act?

She's not alive to ask.

Liberty:
Why would you want | more blood on your hands?

Misery needs company.

The blood is going | to spill into your hands,

where it belongs, | Liberty.

There's hundreds of people | who trade weapons.

I'm just one tiny speck | in all of this...

That's all it takes.

Presidents | and three. Y ear. Olds die

all in the name | of the Constitution.

They have metal detectors | and cops in schools.

Is that what makes | America great?

Okay, | I get where this is going.

I'll denounce | my involvement in weapons,

I'll denounce | the industry, f***,

I'll denounce death | in general, okay?

We'll get the press here, | we'll cause a big scene.

Is that what you want?!

You're so full of sh*t.

Liberty:
Look, I know | you must be dying inside,

but I'm standing next | to a goddamn bomb,

and it's going to cause | some serious damage.

So if you want coverage, | come on, let's get it going.

What were your father's | last words?

He has nothing to do | with this.

Yeah, I guess blowing | your brains out is...

is about as much | as any one person can ever say.

(laughs)

You seem to know a lot | about me and my family, Joe.

Joe:
It's personal.

And I get to atone | for the sins

of every cheap. Suit | f***ing gun salesman?

Yeah, and your father.

He has nothing | to do with this. F*** you!

This has nothing to do | with my father.

This is about you | going postal!

He's part | of the family legacy.

Liberty:
Bullshit! | He is not.

He is not! | You were an impressionable kid.

His money bought you | into a society

on both sides | of the law.

He's definitely | a part of this.

No he isn't.

(wolf whistles)

Try that $5, 000 watch | you're wearing.

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