Mercury Plains Page #4

It's not from his girlfriend.

What's the problem?

Come on.

Read it.

"Dear Brad, I'm writing

early in the morning,"

before anyone else is up.

Things are clear in

the morning aren't they?

I've been planting a new garden

behind the shed.

Sometimes I think

planting is the best pan.

And if so, why plant

the garden at all?

I guess that's life.

"I hope everything is going

well for you down in Mexico."

What is it?

Shut up!

Jesse... shut your mouth.

"We pray for you each night

at the dinner table."

Eliza insists on it.

She always says for

Jesus to guide you,

and keep you from harm.

"Just those Words every time."

Aye yai, yai, yai!

Hey, everybody would

you shut the f*** up!

We've got a letter in here.

"We all wish that Jesus

would guide you back home."

I understand your reasons

for staying so long.

You say you love the country

and that it's good

for your career.

But I can't help but think that

your fight with your father

has clouded your thinking.

I talked to him and he said

that he's sorry

about What happened

and he would say as much to you.

And you know how

hard-headed he is.

If staying in Mexico is What

you truly think is best,

we will understand.

But we miss you.

We Want you here

and we will Welcome you back

if you'd Want to come home.

"Love always, Mom, Dad, Eliza."

We go to four ATM's.

The daily limit is maxed.

We can try for more tomorrow.

Hey, Mitch.

I could not sleep.

Take your pick.

We approach them.

We're from out of town.

Nobody knows us.

We're rich, we got a car.

We got bodyguards.

We're looking to

make a big purchase.

We act like dip shits,

we offer too much money,

too much to refuse.

Now they don't trust us,

but they Want the money,

cause they're greedy bastards.

Let them set the time,

let them set the place.

It means they're be more

off guard, when we hit them.

Now... let's go act like dip shits.

I gotta go for a second baby.

Oh, I Want to dance.

Wait.

Barry!

You don't dance in a

place like this alone.

Go get her guys, come on.

Come on.

Hey, partner.

You gotta go.

No, I'm gonna sleep.

Shotgun.

When the rebels

stormed Kinshasa in '97

and the government troops for the

repressive regime, ran like girls,

you know what they found at the

front lines of the Rebel Army?

Boys, covering 30 miles a day on foot

against a western trained army

with tanks and APCs.

Average age 14, meanest f***ing

fighters in the world.

Too young to fear death,

but just old enough

to like '(he taste.

And when they stood

and overlooked the Congo River,

the city laid out before them,

they were like Adam,

the day he created fire.

Scattered the beasts

into the jungle,

leaving man the

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