An Act of War Page #5

You look like sh*t,

you smell like sh*t,

I want you out of here.

I'm sorry, Frank.

Frank, I'm sorry.

Clean the machine

and get the f*** out.

You're sick in the head,

you know that?

You need f***ing help.

Don't come back here no more.

I need more.

No, no coffee.

I need...

I need more.

More what?

More what... What the f*** else

would I be talking about, man?

Chill, man. Chill.

I only...

I only got a little bit.

Give me what you got.

All right, all right.

Hold on a second.

Give it.

Give it to me.

You're making this sh*t

seem obvious, man.

If you don't give me that

goddamn sh*t right now,

I will slit your f***ing throat

and piss down your neck.

Pick your fire, pick your fire!

You could have saved that kid,

but you didn't

so you could save yourself.

I got to warn you.

This is some addictive sh*t, man.

You're sick

in the head, you know that?

You don't know who I am?

Son, are you okay?

Hello?

Jacob, is that you?

Yeah.

What the f***'s

going on over there?

I've been trying to call you

for the last three days.

I can't talk right now, Tom.

What the hell's wrong with you?

You sound like sh*t.

Yeah?

Yeah, seriously, Jacob.

- What the f***'s your problem?

- What's my problem?

What's my problem, Tom?

A lot of sh*t!

That's what the f***

my problem is!

Well, talk to me then.

Jesus, how am I

supposed to know,

if you don't tell me anything?

- It's you.

- It's me...

- What's me?

- You following me, Tom?

Following? Following you?

What the f*** are you

talking about?

Are you following me?

Tom, you following me?

You f***ing following me?

All right, you know what,

I'm coming over.

I won't be here.

Ah, f*** it.

I can't get through to you,

so I'm just gonna say it.

Mom's dead, Jacob.

She died a couple days ago.

Look, I didn't want to have to

tell you like this,

but I know how much you hate

me coming over there, so...

We all knew it was coming.

I just wish she could have

seen you before she went.

She's gone, man.

She loved you, you know that?

She was proud

of everything you've done.

Look, I know I haven't been much

of a brother lately, but...

But is there anything

I can do for you?

Anything at all?

Do you realize

the risk involved?

You're asking for

classified material.

If anyone knew that

I had given you these,

I wouldn't just lose my job.

I'd face time in federal prison.

No one will know I have them.

Yeah.

Anyway, I wasn't worried

about getting caught.

Put yourself in my shoes

for a minute.

It takes you three days to

get your brother on the phone.

Once you do, he sounds like

a f***ing lunatic.

Accusing you of sh*t.

And then, to top it all off,

he ask for interrogation reels

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