Standoff Page #2

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How did you get into this mess anyway?

- He shot Roger at the cemetery.

- Roger?

Aunt Jane's boyfriend.

Jesus. I'm sorry.

You apologize a lot for someone

who didn't do anything wrong.

No. I just, you know,

it's too bad your uncle's dead.

Wasn't my uncle.

I should've been nicer to him.

He's a monster.

He's no monster. Hey.

Don't give him the satisfaction.

He's no monster.

Yes, he is.

You're all alone?

Those big companies moved in and...

this whole valley's a graveyard.

Crops are alive. Houses are dead.

There's nobody here but scarecrows.

And you.

And me.

How many bullets you have?

Just one.

That's it? You don't have anymore

packed in a box or something.

I'm afraid not.

Last shell in the house.

Don't worry.

He doesn't know that.

Can we go out the window?

I may not ever make it with this leg,

you can climb out on your own.

But I won't be there to protect you,

that's just what he wants.

Now we're stuck here

until help comes or...

he leaves.

Thank you.

No, don't mention it, Isabelle.

Just... just doing what's right.

Call me Bird if you want.

I thought you didn't like that name.

Depends on who's using it.

Well, pleased to meet you, Bird.

I'm Carter, in case you missed it.

That's a nice camera you got there.

What are you, taking pictures

of the cemetery or something?

Him. I caught a picture of him

without his mask on.

- Does he know that?

- I think so.

Oh, that's great. Give me the film.

Hey, come down!

Let me ask you.

What's with all the boxes?

Fixing the jump ship?

I bet you wish you'd schedule

the big move a day earlier?

So, hey, man.

What happened to your family?

They up and leave your sorry ass?

Is this a broken home I'm sitting in?

Come on, bad ass, talk to me!

Don't be shy!

Sh*t, you can confide in me.

Lookie here.

Soldier boy.

You a soldier boy. Damn good one,

from the looks of this photograph.

Look at you, all spit and polish with your

shiny medals and your pretty ribbon.

Hey, where were you?

Hey, look. I'm ex-military too, man.

Black ops, you know, real jackal sh*t.

Where were you?

Iraq? No, no, no.

Afghanistan. Hey, Sergeant Greene.

Hey, Sergeant Greene,

as one ex-military man to another...

I salute you

and thank you for your service.

Damn.

Nice looking woman you had there, boy.

Real nice looking.

You don't mind if I get her number

when this is all over, do you?

- Just shut up!

- Hey.

Shut your f***ing mouth!

Oh, come on, Sergeant Greene.

I'm just f***ing with you a little bit.

Ain't no need for you to get

all furiously articulate on me.

Hey.

Just want to thank you.

Took the liberty of...

dipping into your little reserve.

I've been feeling nice and warm,

I hope you got something up there

to keep the chill away too. Oh, and...

all bullshit aside...

just between you and me.

I understand where you're

coming from with all this.

I understand, I got a little girl myself.

She ain't but...

Well, she can't be no older than...

the little lady up there and...

she means the world to me.

Nothing I wouldn't do for that little girl.

That's why I'm in this line of work.

I got a family that depends on me and I can't

let one little loose end with a pony tail

take them away from me, can I?

You can't let her get in the way

of you taking care

of your responsibilities either.

Right? I mean...

What's more important?

The life of a stranger or...

or the future of your family. You feel me?

- Take this.

- Am I right?

- Put it at the back of the toilet.

- In the toilet?

- In the tank. Put it in the tank.

- Okay.

Hey, let me ask you this.

You want to see your son again, right?

I mean, am I right?

Well, you ain't wrong, mister.

What you think I got to lose, man,

I already lost.

The kid stays with me. All right?

Why don't you just go home

to your own daughter?

No can do, partner.

No can do.

Once I sink my teeth into something

I don't pull them out...

- until the thing is dead.

- Yeah, you sure about that, pal?

I wouldn't bet on you lasting too long

with that buckshot in your gut.

Oh, sh*t, man. By my standard,

this ain't nothing but a flash wound.

Well, mine's a flash wound

by anybody's standards, so...

we'll just see who drops first.

Well, I got a feeling

that that's gonna be you

once I burn this motherf***er

to the ground.

- What you got to say to that?

- I'm way ahead of you, a**hole.

Now, you know, just as well as I do,

the kid's got a picture of you without

your mask on. You see, I got you, man.

Film's in a safe place. It's in a Ziploc

bag under the f***ing water.

You know damn well there's a decent

chance that film will survive

the fire for the cops to find.

I got to think, man. That's well past

the level of acceptable risk!

For such a tiny professional as yourself!

You know, your sneering condescending act

really sucks right about now, soldier boy.

You should've stuck to that pure-hearted

yokel bit. That sh*t was working for you.

Whatever you say, chief.

I'm gonna break you into

a million pieces, motherf***er.

A million tiny f***ing pieces.

You want to play with me? Alright, then.

It's feeling to get ugly after this b*tch.

All quiet on the western front, kid?

That's right. Same as yesterday.

Same as every yesterday.

I tell you, I don't know how this place

keeps itself together between my rounds.

It's either gets and like it.

Just swallow and smile, kid.

Ed, I got a question for you.

When you old dogs are

going to stop calling me kid?

Till you earn your wings.

Don't take offense.

That's just how it is around these parts.

And how do I earn my wings?

Well, you can start by getting

your ass over to Clem Sagers' place.

Them teenagers been

messing around on his land.

Again?

You see something, kid?

It's probably nothing,

I'll get back to you.

Bird.

Bird, I need a drink.

More water?

No.

There's some other bottles

up in the attic.

Aunt Jane gets angry when she drinks.

Yeah, well, I get angry

when I don't drink.

Hey. Listen.

Go get me a bottle.

Where did you get that?

- I'm sorry, I'll put it back.

- Where did you get that? Put it back.

Put it back now.

Mara.

I could never say this,

to you face to face.

Even though you told me

over and over again that...

it wasn't my fault.

Your eyes never hid the truth.

I killed our son.

I let him die.

I want you to know that you did

the right thing leaving me.

You motherf***er.

I hope one day you find it

in your heart to forgive me.

I'm so sorry I was so weak...

Carter.

Goddamn, Sergeant Greene.

That sure is a whole lot of apologies.

Exactly how many kids did you get killed?

Don't look at me.

Don't look at me!

Well, now I know why you

had that cannon so handy.

You packed the place up...

got drunk, then you stopped

and thought about it.

Decided that life wasn't worth

living anymore, was it?

What the hell.

Don't let this little fiasco with the kid

ruin you whole afternoon.

By all means, go ahead,

act like the two of us ain't even here

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