Lt. Col. Frank Slade:
I asked you a question. Do you want me to adopt ya or don't ya?
Charlie Simms:
Please? I mean, you're just in a slump right now.
Lt. Col. Frank Slade:
Slump? No slump Charlie. I'm bad. I'm not bad no. I'm rotten.
Charlie Simms:
You're not bad. You're just in pain.
Lt. Col. Frank Slade:
What do you know about pain? hmm? You little snail darter from the pacific northwest. What the fuck you know about pain?
Charlie Simms:
Let me have the gun Colonel.
Lt. Col. Frank Slade:
[Frank cocks the .45]
No time to grow a dick son.
Charlie Simms:
Just give me the gun all right Colonel?
Lt. Col. Frank Slade:
[Charlie begins to move towards Frank]
I'm talking a parade ground. Ten-hut!
[Charlie stops moving then begins again]

Lt. Col. Frank Slade:
Soldier. That was a direct order.
Charlie Simms:
Give me the gun?
Lt. Col. Frank Slade:
You can stay or you can leave. You understand? Either way I'm gonna do this thing. Now why don't you leave and spare yourself?
Charlie Simms:
I want your gun Colonel.
Lt. Col. Frank Slade:
I'm gonna give myself a count. You need a count for balance. Five, four, three, two, one. Fuck it.
[He raises the gun to his head and Charlie lunges for it. They struggle with it across the room]

Lt. Col. Frank Slade:
Gimmie it. Fuck it!
[He gets the gun away from Charlie and points it at him]

Lt. Col. Frank Slade:
Get outta here!
Charlie Simms:
I'm staying right here!
Lt. Col. Frank Slade:
Get outta here!
Charlie Simms:
I'm staying right here
Lt. Col. Frank Slade:
I'll blow your fuckin' head off.
Charlie Simms:
Then do it. You wanna do it? Do it. Let's go
Lt. Col. Frank Slade:
[Frank pulls the hammer on the gun back]
Fuck! Get outta here!
Charlie Simms:
So you fucked up all right? So what? So everybody does it. Get on with your life would ya?
Lt. Col. Frank Slade:
[screaming]
What life? I got no life! I'm in the dark here. You understand? I'm in the dark!
Charlie Simms:
So give up. You wanna give up? Give up 'cause I'm giving giving up too. You said I'm through you're right I *am* through. It's all over. So let's get on with it. Let's fuckin' do it! Fuckin' pull the trigger you miserable blind motherfucker. Pull the trigger.
Lt. Col. Frank Slade:
Here we go Charlie.
Charlie Simms:
I'm ready.

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Scent of a Woman - Profumo di donna (1992)

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