Franklin Saint: You never fucking respected me.
[sniffles]
Franklin Saint: Never saw me as a partner. But you know that"s how I saw you? I actually thought you was my friend. And as fucked-up as that sounds
[chuckles]
Franklin Saint: I mean, shit, seeing as we"re telling truths, I actually thought that we might know each other for the rest of our lives. Barbecues and shit. And you know earlier when you said I think this is all about me? I don"t. No, no. It really is just about the money. Everything I had to do what I had to become to get it. So don"t give me any more bullshit about God and country and larger sacrifices. No. The fact that you cleaned me out and took it all from me means this shit is all about you. Why didn"t you leave me some? Huh? I mean, shit, you could"ve left me $5 million. And said Thank you for your service. I still would"ve come at you, but at least, at least I"d know that you valued what I did. But no. You took it all away from me. You cleaned me out because you wanted me to know who was in charge. You wanted me to feel like nothing, right? Because you"re the hero in your own story. And in your story, the guy that looks like you always wins. But not this time, nigga. You"re gonna die in here. Alone and unloved. No star at Langley. No father or brother to mourn you. Not even a blip on the radar of history. That"s your story.
