little sketch

- C'mon, pull the trigger! C'mon sonofabitch! You're right, you're not sorry. You're sick.
- Shut your fucking mouth up!
- What?! Why don't you shoot?! Look, look at the face of the man you are aiming to.
- Shut up! Shut the fucking mouth up!

And he burst into tears, dropping the gun. Apologizing to his brother for trying to kill him. For getting scared when he needed him. And he cried.