(Jimmy Weeks enters his place and pours himself a drink. He walks up to the window when he turns and saw Frank pointing at him gunpoint)
How was work?
Why's that gun pointing at me?
It's how I say 'hi' to everyone these days. (Jimmy pours another drink) What did happen to your Porsche, Jimmy?
I told you, "buy American."
I didn't see your fishing boat outside.
Well, you know what they say about owning boats.The two happiest days are the day you buy it and the day you sell it.
(Snapping his fingers, nervously)
I had my money in high-tech stocks. Broker kept telling me "Don't sell. Don't sell." I'm an old soldier. I follow orders. And now I'm broke. Get off my back.
Okay Jimmy. I get it.
(Castle gets up and left his revolver on the chair. Weeks glances at it. Casle looks out the window.)
Why did you call me the other day, Jimmy? (He turns around) Why didn't you run when you saw that I was still alive?
(Weeks points the revolver at Castle)
How long have you known?
You mean for certain? Enough to say, bet on? (He shook his head) Not til now.
(A tear came out of his eye)
I'm sorry Frank.
Me too.
(Weeks shoots at Castle, but it was empty. He shoots him again, but no bullets. Castle jingles the bullets in his hand.)
I'm not a betting man, Jimmy.
I'll tell you who did it.
You did it.
Saint did it!
No, you did it. You called the other day 'cause you're sick, you need my help. That's what friends are for, right? Well here I am, (Holding a bullet) I'm here to help.
(Weeks sits on his chair in defeat)
What are you gonna do?
I'm not gonna do anything.
Frank, I...
(Weeks inserts the bullet in the revolver and hesitates)
I can't do it.
You can, and you will.
You do it.
(Glares again at Jimmy)
No.
(Weeks puts the revolver on his chin, but couldn't do it. He did and shot himself. Frank, satisfied, holsters his gun and takes off his watch and put it on his dead best friend's wrist. He leaves Weeks's place, without a word.)
