Boardwalk Empire2010

James 'Jimmy' Darmody:
Relax, I'm not gonna kill you... Did you serve, Liam? In the war?

Liam:
I had pneumatic fever.

James 'Jimmy' Darmody:
Three years. France, mostly. It's almost impossible to describe the horror... It's a living... waking... nightmare... There was a soldier, a German; him and his men tried to attack our position in the Argonne forest. It was nighttime. While he was trying to climb through some barbwire, I shot him twice; once in the stomach, once in the neck. He slumped over the barbwire, and no matter what he did to try and wriggle free, it just got worse for him. I left him there, like that, for days, listening to him moaning, crying, "mutti, mutti, mutti"; that's German for "mama"; "mama", that's what he kept saying. The curious thing is that despite the fact that his situation was utterly hopeless, he didn't wanna die. I offered to kill him several times, but he just kept fighting. Like some miracle would befall him, get him out of his predicament. We hold on so desperately to life; some people feel, certainly in that soldiers situation, that being alive is much, much worse... I'm gonna go now... I don't wanna ever see you again.

Liam:
You won't. [Jimmy gets up and leaves]