An Act of War Page #4

Nicks, you don't have to

do this, you know.

It was a mistake,

I didn't mean to.

- Nicks, Nicks, please, huh?

- F*** you.

I'm sorry.

A 22 year old man,

described by officials

as a vindictive social outcast,

faces a federal court

hearing on charges

stemming from

the attempted assassination

of a US House Representative.

Public defenders are

requesting that the suspect,

who makes his first

court appearance...

next Monday afternoon,

will be represented

by the same attorney

who defended the man responsible

for the Oklahoma City bombing

over a decade ago.

Wait, stop.

- What?

- The sound.

- What?

- Wait.

What the f*** is this?

It's nothing.

It's nothing?

You think I'm an idiot,

don't you?

Oh, my God.

The only reason I f***ed you is

because I felt sorry for you.

You make me sick.

You're so pathetic.

Don't say that.

I say whatever the f***

I want to say.

And you know the story

you told me?

You were the weak one.

You could have saved that kid,

but you didn't so you could save yourself.

Get out!

Ivana, it's me again.

I don't know what else to say,

I'm sorry.

I thought we had something.

I thought I was good for you.

Anyway, call me back

when you get this.

You know, I love you.

Hey, Nicks, how you doing, man?

You don't look so good.

You need some sleep.

- You want one?

- Sure.

One for him, too.

Is that guy still following you?

You know how you always ask me

if there's anything I need?

Like what?

You know, you know.

How do I know

you're not a snitch?

I'm just joking with you, man.

Whatever you want.

- What, what do you got?

- What do you want?

I don't know, something strong.

I got what you need.

I gotta warn you.

It's some addictive sh*t, man.

I don't care.

Just give it to me.

Everything

is gonna be all right.

Everything

is gonna be all right.

Everything is gonna be

all right.

What the f*** do you

want from me?

Take this.

What's this?

Just take it.

I don't even know who you are.

You don't know who I am?

I don't wanna know you.

Just take it.

Stay away from me.

Stay the f*** away from me.

Stay away from me.

What the f***?

Why won't you talk to me?

Why won't you take my phone calls?

- Leave me alone!

- Huh, why won't you talk to me?

Leave me alone, you freak!

I never want to see you again!

Ivana!

Do you realize what you've done?

Do you realize how many

refunds I had to give?

Just take it out of my paycheck.

It's not about the money

I lost tonight.

It's about the fact that

those customers

will never come

to this theater again.

I don't know

what happened, Frank.

Something's going on with you.

You're not right.

Not that you were ever

right to begin with.

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