Jack ?
- l know you're up there. - Shit !
- Where's Kenneth ? - He's up here.
He's dead.
- Come on, Jack, don't. - Pretend it's not me.
- You think l'd shoot you ? - If you don't, somebody else will.
What're you now ? A desperado ?
- Put the gun down. - l'm not goin' back.
Jack, please, don't make me do this. Put the gun down.
- Damn it, Jack, put the gun down ! - [ Sirens In Distance ]
No more time-outs.
You win, Jack.
- l can't shoot you. - You did. You shot me.
You know what l mean.
l'm sorry. l wish things were different.