The Wall Page #5

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Okay, one, two, three,

four, bang.

Four plus four...

Four plus four...

eight hundred plus...

[Sighs]

Okay.

Bullet... 45, 50, 60,

60 degree angle.

9... 950, 950 plus.

That gives me, 1,500.

Okay, okay.

At the wall, me, Matthews.

Crane, construction site,

trailers, flagpole.

MAN ON RADIO:

And you?

What about me?

MAN ON RADIO:

Are you a regular American?

ISAAC:

Uh, yeah. Regular Joe.

MAN ON RADIO:

A regular G.I. Joe...

Army ranger or marine?

You worked

in our f***in' ranks, huh?

Had our training,

then you f***in' backstab us.

Look, these f***in' guys

were building pipelines.

Building up your f***in' economy,

you a**hole.

[ Groans ]

MAN ON RADIO:

Pipelines, huh?

For our economy?

Yeah, that's f***in' money.

Infrastructure,

education, schools.

These guys

were f***ing contractors.

Not here to fight.

War's over, bro.

MAN ON RADIO:

Bro?

Whatever, man.

MAN ON RADIO:
It's an interesting

choice of words.

And yet I disagree with you,

bro.

The war's not over...

Definitely not for you.

You say... you say a lot

of f***in' fancy words.

What are you, Haji Shakespeare

or some sh*t?

MAN ON RADIO:

Shakespeare?

Military lingo is all poetry.

Battle rattle, ghetto grip...

Johnny Jihad, friendly fire...

It's your turn, Isaac.

Or should I say Ize?

What?

What... what do you mean,

it's my turn?

What do you want me to say?

MAN ON RADIO:

Tell me where you're from.

Where's your family?

I'm not talking

'bout f***ing family.

Oh, God!

[ Gasps ]

MAN ON RADIO:

Okay, then tell

about your brothers and sisters

at arms.

That's a negative, too, bro.

MAN ON RADIO:
I don't want

any military secrets.

Just stories.

Eat a dick.

MAN ON RADIO:
I will shoot

Matthews if you don't talk.

Go ahead.

MAN ON RADIO:

Yes?

[Grunting ]

He is your second loss...

...first, Dean, now Matthews.

How the f***

do you know about Dean?

MAN ON RADIO:

Keep talking.

No. F*** you. How?

[ Gasping ]

MAN ON RADIO:

You carry his scope around.

What was it your sergeant said?

A dead man's scope?

[ Gasping ]

How old are you?

MAN ON RADIO:

Just tell me something, Isaac.

Tell me about your comrades.

Or I will shoot Matthews' face off.

[Coughing]

Okay.

[Continues coughing ]

Uh... yeah.

Uh, we, uh, we play ball.

MAN ON RADIO:

I beg your pardon?

Uh...

Yeah, me and the squad.

We, uh, play in the afternoon.

Uh, get baked in the Iraqi sun.

Uh, nothing else to do.

No war to fight.

MAN ON RADIO:

Baked... what does that mean?

Baked, like, you know, tanned.

MAN ON RADIO:

Go on.

Go on?

MAN ON RADIO:

What about Sergeant Matthews,

did he get baked?

Did Dean?

I ain't talking

about f***in' Dean with you.

You dirty f***in' Haji.

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