The Wall Page #4

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shoots you in the back,

and you survive,

is it okay to shoot him back?

I want you

to tell me something, Isaac.

Why are you here?

Why are you still here, Isaac?

How many tours

have you done now?

[Sighs]

Why do you keep coming back?

[Sighs]

Is it because of Dean?

Please, God...

How the f*** did I get here?

MAN ON RADIO:

Is that why?

Be honest with me, Isaac.

Is it because of Dean?

Just tell me... How...?

How'd you know that name?

MAN ON RADIO:

Tell me one thing about him.

Just one thing.

[Wind blowing]

We were

from 'round about the same area.

His cousins...

...went to same school as me.

My dad knows his...

Seen his kid.

Held him.

More than Dean's ever done.

Clem works

by the f***in' Stop n' Shop...

MAN ON RADIO:

Clem?

Clementine, his wife.

[Sighs]

No f***in' way. I can't...

I can't go back to that.

F***in' day in, day out sh*t.

[ Sighs ]

And them, looking at me.

And they would.

They'd look at me, and they'd...

They'd see me.

F***...

Nope.

I can't go. I can't.

I can't do that.

Can't go back.

This...

Oh, God.

[Groaning]

F*** it.

You happy now, huh?

Now you know everything.

You're f***ed up,

you know that?

MAN ON RADIO:

Why is that?

'Cause you gotta mess

with my f***in' head, too?

[Wind rustling]

MAN ON RADIO:

Isaac, when this is over,

the skin will be cut

from your face.

Your eyes will be gouged.

F***in' shoot me, you prick.

MAN ON RADIO:
Your lying tongue

will be stapled to your chest.

[ Chuckles ]

Just f***ing shoot me, man,

and get it over with.

MAN ON RADIO:
But I will

let them find your body.

F*** it,

I might just shoot myself.

All right, you a**hole.

Where are you?

[ Metal clanging ]

[Sighs]

MAN ON RADIO:

That was foolish, Isaac.

I could've shot you.

I could've easily shot you.

[Sighs]

Ize!

I just want to have

a conversation with you, Isaac.

[ Groans ]

Why are you trying

to get yourself killed?

Oh, f***.

MAN ON RADIO:

Isaac.

Isaac.

The radio you

risked your life for? It's dead.

[Sighs]

Are you dead, too?

You missed.

I'm still here.

You're not that f***ing good.

MAN ON RADIO:

Ha! He speaks!

Tear up the planks!

Here, here!

It is the beating

of his hideous heart.

What's that, one

of your gay-ass Haji poems?

MAN ON RADIO:

American.

- [ Radio breaking up]

- Tell Tale Heart.

Edgar Allen Poe.

I didn't catch a f***in' word

you're sayin', man.

MAN ON RADIO:

Edgar Allen Poe. Don't you...?

[ Radio breaking up]

What's wrong

with your f***in' radio, man?

What is that?

MAN ON RADIO:

You must've studied his work.

He's an American great.

His writing is really...

- [ Radio breaking up]

- What is it?

Don't look at f***in' me.

MAN ON RADIO:
Did you know

that he was an orphan?

He tried to be a soldier,

but didn't get very...

[ Radio static ]

[Wind blowing]

Shane...

Shane, that you?

MAN ON RADIO:
He was

a better writer than a soldier.

[ Groans ]

MAN ON RADIO:

Once upon a midnight dreary,

[ Groaning continues]

while I pondered

weak and weary...

ISAAC:

Sar'nt Matthews!

MAN ON RADIO:

Suddenly there came a tapping...

ISSAC:

Is that you?

MAN ON RADIO:

...rapping at my chamber door.

In there stepped

a stately raven,

from the saintly days of yore.

Take thy beak

from out of my heart,

and take thy form

from off my door.

Quoth the Raven,

"Nevermore."

Or perhaps you would

prefer Robert Frost?

"A voice said, 'Look me in the stars

And tell me truly'..."

I see you, man!

MAN ON RADIO:

"Men of earth...

I knew you were taking a nap!

MAN ON RADIO:

If all the soul-and-body scars...

ISAAC:

I found that f***ing weasel!

MAN ON RADIO:
...were not

too much to pay for birth."

ISAAC:
12 o'clock.

In the f***ing trash heap!

MAN ON RADIO:

His poetry is so beautiful.

[Wind blowing]

[Chuckling]

[ Gasping ]

So, uh... you studied, huh?

Uh... studied, uh...

you studied here or abroad?

ISSAC:

Like, um...

I know they got those, uh...

study-abroad programs

or whatnot?

[ Matthews groans ]

ISAAC:
Hey!

A shot from that distance,

he's gotta be at least

25, 30 feet up, man!

He's over 1,500 meters,

1,550 maybe.

Right?

Huh?

Why ain't you talking, man?

Come on, you there?

Oh, f***.

F***.

[ Gasping ]

Are you there, man?

[Wind blowing]

It's just, you know a lot

about books and sh*t.

I just thought,

I might even learn

some Haji Shakespeare

or some sh*t.

[Sighs]

MAN ON RADIO:
Shakespeare?

Is that the only poet you know?

I studied English.

Boy, you, uh...

you minor in sniping

or somethin'?

MAN ON RADIO:

I was a teacher in Baghdad.

But a bomb hit my school.

ISAAC:

You got it? Shane?

MAN ON RADIO:
I got shrapnel

in my left elbow, still hurts.

ISAAC:
F***ing trash heap,

behind the white trailer.

[ Groans ]

1550.

MAN ON RADIO:
It reminds me

of the students I lost.

ISAAC:
Come on, baby!

Come on, baby,

let's do this!

[ Groans ]

Is that why you shoot

civilian contractors?

MAN ON RADIO:

As the scripture says,

an eye for an eye.

That's bullshit.

You're no more

religious than I am, man.

That's just a f***in' excuse

to shoot up some Americans.

You're good, man!

Just keep going slow, baby,

real slow!

MAN ON RADIO:

Is that a question, Isaac?

Slow is smooth,

smooth is fast!

Yeah. That's right.

See, that's what I don't get.

How does

an educated person like you

become a f***in' terrorist?

MAN ON RADIO:

You tell me.

Oh, shut your f***in' mouth.

MAN ON RADIO:

You're fading, Isaac.

You like to hear yourself talk,

don't you?

I'm f***in' fantastic.

I'm chillin' like a villain baby.

MAN ON RADIO:

You are not fantastic.

You have no water.

You're dehydrated.

The sun is...

the sun's baking you.

[Groaning]

You're bleeding to death.

[Sighs]

[ Hoarse ]

Cap'.

Cap'.

Captain Albright.

MAN ON RADIO:

What's that?

Our legend.

Trained me.

Trained Dean, too.

[ Groans ]

He's coming for us.

MAN ON RADIO:

For your bodies.

We don't report in,

he's on your ass.

MAN ON RADIO:
Judging from your

and Matthews' performances,

I'm not concerned.

F*** you.

He's coming for us.

[ Gasping ]

He trained us...

...trained us to survive.

MAN ON RADIO:

And won't he be disappointed.

ISAAC:
You didn't win sh*t.

You hear me, motherf***er?

You didn't win sh*t!

[ Matthews grunting ]

From a place you will not see

comes a sound you will not hear.

Just a flash of f***ing light.

Boom.

MAN ON RADIO:
When I'm done

with you and Matthews,

everyone will know

who the winner is.

[ Gasps ]

ISAAC:

Shane!

[Sighs]

Hold still, man, hold still!

[Sighs]

MAN ON RADIO:
Should I take

Sergeant Matthews' head off?

Sh*t.

Hold still, man!

Don't f***in' move!

MAN ON RADIO:
Will you

take something from Matthews?

Like your broken scope?

He's in my crosshairs right now.

I've got eyes on him.

ISAAC:

What?

MAN ON RADIO:
I don't

make empty threats, Isaac.

I'm going to tear his face off.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,

wait, wait...

I carry around the scope...

because it reminds me...

of why I can't hold a...

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