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]
Margaret Schroeder: [to Nucky] Sometimes its best to leave the past where it is.
Richard Harrow: [referring to the government's testing of veterans] They're interested in what's inside our heada so the next time we'll fight better.
Richard Harrow: You have a gun under your jacket.
James 'Jimmy' Darmody: It's a Colt 1903.
Richard Harrow: I have one of those. And a Smith and Wesson Triple Lock. A Roth-Steyr, a Webley 455, a Mauser 1914, very small. Enfield 1917, 30-06, telescopic sight. Very accurate, accurate up to 700 yards. But I like the Colt in the hand. How do you use yours?
James 'Jimmy' Darmody: How do you think?
Richard Harrow: You use it to kill people?
Richard Harrow: It's very good for that.