An Act of War Page #2

year on his birthday, huh?

You're a good kid, Nicks.

So, what is it?

16 millimeter, right?

- Yeah, 16.

- Let me see where it is.

I got it here somewhere.

Here you go.

Ah, no, no, no, no,

you get me next time.

My register's broken.

You're a good friend.

Hey,

beautiful footage, by the way.

- Thanks, Sully.

- Mmm-hmm.

So Nicks, tell me,

how's that girl of yours?

Ivana?

She's great.

I was just over at

her place before.

You havin' fun, huh?

Ooh, I'd love to hear

all the juicy details.

But I don't want you thinking

I'm a dirty old man, you know?

You're a lucky guy, Nicks.

You hold onto her.

Don't let her get away,

you know?

Not everybody's so fortunate.

I will.

You got something for me?

Can I have that one

ready by tomorrow?

Sure, you got it, kid.

Thanks, Sully.

You be safe out there, huh?

So, tell me

what happened to you.

Nicks, what happened to you?

I don't want to talk about it.

- Just tell me...

- I don't want to talk about it.

We were ambushed.

Coming from all sides.

It seemed like it lasted hours.

Probably only a minute.

They started coming down

toward us.

I was laying next to

a good buddy of mine.

I'd been with him since basic.

I tried calling his name,

he didn't respond.

I turned him over, he had...

a bullet in his neck.

So much blood,

was covering his entire face.

His...

His eyes were open,

he was staring straight back

into my eyes.

And I'm staring at his,

but he was already dead.

There was only two of us left.

Me and this kid.

He was 18, maybe 19 years old.

He was just a kid.

They dragged us to an old truck,

threw us in the back,

and drove us out to a compound.

Started questioning me,

looking for a platoon

of Army Rangers

hiding up in those mountains.

I couldn't talk,

I couldn't jeopardize

30-something of them

to save two of us.

When they realized

I wasn't gonna talk

they started

working on this kid.

And they started...

Chopping him up piece by piece.

They told me I could stop it

if I spoke, but I couldn't.

And he was...

He was screaming.

And now I'm back.

And not a day goes by

that I don't blame myself

for that kid not coming home.

Can you believe

these cocksuckers?

They trade four

prospect pitchers

for one old washed-up,

wife-beatin' drunk

who only one seven games

in Toronto last year.

Can you believe that sh*t?

They spend all that money on

that brand new fancy stadium,

now they expect us

to come out for that?

Put some f***ing winners in the field,

then we'll come out.

- 16 millimeter, right? Yeah.

- Yeah, 16.

Got it here somewhere.

Here you go, son.

Great stuff, by the way.

What do you got?

This one's kind of

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