Jack come back, I can't do it on my own!

Davey Osborne:

Jack? [Davey moves to the wall and runs his hands over the bullet holes caused by Rice's automatic weapon] Jack Flack:
[Jack materializes, sitting on the ground under the bullet holes. He stands up]
Hey! Congrats Davey, you won! Davey Osborne:
I thought he shot you... Jack Flack:
Nah, never touched me [Jack begins to pad himself down making sure he wasn't hit. He picks up his beret and runs his fingers through it, finding one bullet hole] Jack Flack:
Hmm. Davey Osborne:
[Davey runs his hands over the bullet holes again]
But he could see you... Jack Flack:
[Jack puts his beret back on]
Ah, probably didn't have much imagination anyway. [Jack moves over to the edge of the riverwalk, and sees Rice, face down, floating down river] Jack Flack:
Huh. Tough break. [Jack looks back to Davey and notices him belwidered at what just happened, and holds him by the shoulders] Jack Flack:
Look Davey, you killed the bad guys, you won the game! Well, how do you feel? [Jack rubs Davey's head, messing up his hair in a "good job" gesture] Jack Flack:
. Davey Osborne:
It wasn't fair. You made me shoot, You made me kill him! [Davey begins to back away from Jack] Jack Flack:
Ah, classic self defense. Come on, let's go save Kim! [Jack moves to grab Davey's arm] Davey Osborne:
[Davey throws down his Jack Flack minature figure and stomps on it three times, breaking off the plastic base]
I don't wanna play anymore! Jack Flack:
Oh. Sigh, Why does this always have to happen? They grow up, they forget, they... [Jack looks down Davey's broken minature figure of himself on the ground] Jack Flack:
break their toys... Davey Osborne:
What? Jack Flack:
Your father said the same thing. [a slow dripping sound is heard, like liquid on leather, slow at first, then quickens. Jack looks down at his chest, noticing it's coming from him] Jack Flack:
Hmm? Damn. [Jack has begun to bleed from several entry wounds where the bullets hit him] Davey Osborne:
He did hit you! [Davey moves to Jack's side] Jack Flack:
Ah, I'll be all right, come on... Davey Osborne:
But, you're bleeding... Jack Flack:
Ah, Oh! [Jack takes a couple of steps forward, then falls back against the wall, breathing heavy and slowly starts to slide down the wall to a sitting position, Davey slides down with him, trying to support his friend] Jack Flack:
Oh! [takes a razzled breath] Jack Flack:
Hey I got an idea, maybe... [Jack struggles to stay focused] Jack Flack:
maybe you should go on without me... Davey Osborne:
Don't say that, you'll be fine! [Davey begins looking around for help] Jack Flack:
You know, I always hated that part... leaving... when they stopped believing... Davey Osborne:
I'll go get some help... [Davey starts to get up] Jack Flack:
No No, don't go. [Jack roughly manages a smile, knowing the end is near] Jack Flack:
They... they wouldn't be able to see me anyway. Davey Osborne:
But... I need you Jack... [tears begin to roll down Davey's cheek, as he realizes his friend is dying] Jack Flack:
Ah, go on. You're growing up now, [Jack reaches to touch Davey's cheek and wipe away a tear] Jack Flack:
you don't need an ol' jolly pistol around like me anymore. Davey Osborne:
But... Jack Flack always escapes... Jack Flack:
You wanna know something? [Jack smiles] Jack Flack:
You're the best playmate I ever had. Tell you what, [Jack looks behind Davey to the table with the umbrella] Jack Flack:
, why don't you go over there and get me a smoke? Over there, go on. Davey Osborne:
[Davey stands and walks towards the table, looking for the ciagarettes. The camera pans back to Jack, who flickers twice, a look of pain on his face, and then disappears]
Jack? [Davey moves back to where Jack was sitting] Davey Osborne:
Jack come back, I can't do it on my own!