War Story Page #5

other guys, the Italians.

Either one. I don't care.

I just... I would feel bad,

but I wouldn't feel this.

It's just so f***ing weird, Bert.

Wh... why are you smiling?

- Nothing to your scorn.

- No. What are you smiling about?

- I was remembering.

- What?

When I came back from Nicaragua.

The way you looked at me, your mouth

hanging open like you were seeing a ghost.

I thought you were dead.

Hopefully sooner than later,

you'll realize there's a bit of luck in this

and not just because you got out of

there alive, but because you got this story.

That's what we want... to be there

when it breaks. That's what we do.

When did the story break?

Was it before or after Mark

got shot in the head?

Oh, I'm sorry about Mark!

But it's the reality of this.

And you know that full well. It's...

clich and bad judgment

to be as attached as the two of you were.

You were too attached to him.

You mean like us.

What did they do to you?

Open this f***ing gate. F***! F***!

F***ing...

It's just...

It's just all of a sudden...

just turned really fast.

I don't think so.

I don't think so at all.

He just was talking about normal things.

He didn't seem scared.

No.

The food.

What we were gonna eat...

when we got out.

You know, that Indian

restaurant you guys go to.

He just... kept talking about

you and the girls and...

The, you know,

what he put you through and...

He was really lucky to have you, Jean.

He kept calling for you.

They shot him.

H-h-he... he was trying...

I was talking, talking, talking,

and he tried to get me to stop,

and I wouldn't stop.

So he...

So they shot him. They just...

Come.

My... my friend!

I don't want to! I don't want to!

I love you.

I love you.

Hey.

I'm back.

Back in New York.

I'll see you at the service.

We have to leave soon.

I'll go to the bathroom.

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