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Hello, is this all your doing?
Beretta 93
Usually reliable.
We better leave.
You come.
Courage.
What the fuck are you doing? A party?
Where is Anton?
He has the phone off the hook.
Worth it!
Your father is looking for you,
get up!
Move, Vali!
Come on, girls, come on. At home.
Away, away, away, away! Come on, get out of here.
Come on Vali, it's time.
Anton?
Where the fuck is Vàli?
You had to look at him on sight, can you know where the fuck he is?
Yup? Ready?
Who's talking?
It's me, Vali.
Vàli? Ah well,
can you explain to me where you ended up?
Why don't you-
Assholes kidnapped me outside the hotel and are taking me away.
Thing?
Who?
Who kidnapped you?
And how the fuck do I know who he kidnapped me?
They want three million euros now.
Take it easy. Tell me how I am.
But who the fuck does not care how they are, just pay!
They want three million euros... in two hours. Or they cut my throat like a pig.
How dare you take my boyfriend?
I'm there. Do you want to count them?
Do you know who you are in front of?
Don Preda.
The butcher of Bucharest, Killer of men.
Tell your boss it's done.
Who exactly would you be?
We're just-
We find people who are not found.
Know
that you will keep the money for an hour,
then I'll come and get them back, I'll tear you both apart and feed you to the pigs.
Doesn't that worry you?
No.
Because?
I'm not here for the money.
I'm just here for you.
Stop the girl. She killed everyone, take her out.
Why do you bust my balls so hard?
You go home, quiet. Fuck you.
Everything good!
You pieces of shit, you can't leave me here!
Fuck you, you bastards!
You don't have them, do you?
I don't have what?
Money.
You left them there, didn't you?
They paid us to eliminate the target, that's enough.
Yes, I know, but three million of dirty money nobody knows about...
Just to say.
Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't think you cared.
Stop that.
Hi, I'm the plumber, I'm done. The loss is fixed.
You can pay the invoice directly with a
Done.
You need to get this cough treated.
Traditional doctor or a witch?
You? Certainly a witch.
Ah. I just have one on hand.
In Chelmsford it felt like we were at war.
All trains half an hour late
and packed as always. Welcome back.
Thanks for keeping it for me, you know you're the only one she's with, right?
Ah, it gets unbearable when you're not around.
She was practically always with Proust.
Oh, bad girl, is that true?
Three weeks... and only these?
You know what the salespeople are like.
When you arrive from afar, the precious ones do even more.
Wouldn't you feel like killing them?
Mm. Where do you think you're going, huh?
So, the other day, he came up with "70 is better than 30".
Well, typical phrase of an elderly person, isn't it?
How's it going with the therapy? Does he do what the doctor tells him?
In fact, more what he says.
Congratulations!
I stopped having my birthday.
Grab the celebration and stick it up your ass!
Bastard.
What a wonderful toy!
You saved on the candles, huh?
With seventy we risked a fire.
Would you make us some tea?
Of course.
Then,
make a wish.
Happy birthday.
Yup.
To thank.
A 1958 Gibson Flying V. Mm.
They only produced it for two years,
there are 90 of them... all over the world.
I know it.
Do you hear it, the sound?
It's the wood.
African limba.
Nothing sounds like that.
Ah, by now I had lost all hope of finding one.
How the hell did you do it?
Thanks to you.
It is you who taught me how to find the unobtainable.
Albert King had one like that.
Albert King had that.
No!
Now you're going to cry, right?
Just because I'll never play it the way it deserves to be played.
Thanks.
Last night he called me one of the twins, she's pregnant.
Daisy of Dover?
No, Daisy from Manchester.
Daisy from Dover likes pussy.
It is a precious gift
have friends who trust you so much from
not wanting to help you before you ask.
If you end up in the water with those you drown.
Well, without it, the current would probably take me away.
Hello Beautiful.
Ha, ha, ha. She pays attention to her fingers.
The girl bites.
She is still small, she puts everything in her mouth.
Please.
You have a secret hiding place.
Why doesn't she surprise me?
I bought the building.
Which?
The bookstore.
It's yours. Keys in hand.
Because? This was not the case.
I know, but it's your passion.
Besides, I wanted you to have something to do when I'm gone.
What is that?
Those are the souls waiting for me in the afterlife,
I'm sure they'll throw me a good party.
Ah... how many have I shipped prematurely.
Either with my own hands or using you.
None of them deserved anything different.
Maybe.
But... I guess there's more than one spirit up there
waiting for me to settle the score.
Are you convinced to end up "up there"?
Not you?
Lucas Hayes.
Tell our friend that I want to find him.
There are traces of him until 1998, in Paris, after which nothing more.
- Just find it? - Just find it.
Discreetly, and quickly.
That is fine.
Maybe I'll have to go back to Vietnam.
It would be nice if you came with me.
I don't want to go back ever again.
Our past
it is not where we left it, little chameleon.
We all have scars.
If you look at them long enough, you remember how you made them.
Greetings.
Good morning.
The blue dress has a small tear, can I talk to Benny about it?
What do you think about it?
About what?
Of mine, well, here, mustache.
Oh, you know, I didn't wear contact lenses. I am sorry.
Nice,
but wait for me to grow up and women like you will-
No, okay, forget it, it doesn't matter.
You have to find it.
More satellite photos of mafia properties in Bucharest?
No, but that was a masterpiece.
Moody wants to find him: Lucas Hayes, in Paris in 1998 and then nothing more.
Okay.
I am immediately with her.
Please tell me.
Yes, I was looking for a book,
a book, old. A little rare.
"A little rare"?
Yup.
Either it is or it isn't. A book is not a steak, it cannot be, on average rare.
Nice.
Sarcastic.
Yes, but nice
Look, my boss's wife is having a party and, she collects books, first editions.
Special interests?
Volatiles. I was thinking about Audubon, uh...
"Birds of America".
Yes, right. She said she was looking for a copy.
A first edition?
Yup.
I'm sorry.
You don't have it, do you?
Nobody has it, the only first edition was bought
from a private individual in 1991 for 9 and a half million dollars.
However. Okay.
Well, I was out of luck.
So, can you advise me, maybe some poetry?
We see.
He will be furious with this.
I don't know, I don't-I don't know him.
Poems by Edgar Allan Poe.
It is the first collection of him, it was published anonymously.
And could he have it?
I doubt it. It came out in 50 copies and there are only 12 left.
How much do you want?
I can give it to him for $ 256,000.
Maybe, better a bracelet.
He has a wonderful wrist, great idea.
Can I do anything else?
She is very interesting.
- You mean... - Interesting. Um,
beautiful, of course, but not in an ornamental sense,
let's say. It is the interesting part that intrigues me.
What would you like to know?
How long would it take her if I gave her my number to decide
that I'm interesting enough to call myself too?
27 minutes.
So much?
First I should pretend to free myself and then feed my cat...
And they make six.
The rest to make me want.
Cute.
How many of these do you have to distribute, mister...
Rembrandt. Michael. Rembrandt.
Actually, I've never... had the opportunity to use them, until now.
Therefore...
Interesting.
A spring there once stood
there is, among a thousand, a pale flower
raised his head.
These are lines from the poem, aren't they?
But the one who raised him was no longer, unaware of the present follies.
You almost screwed me this time.
You didn't tell me he was eight.
Lucas Hayes is, yes, arrived in Paris in 1998,
but he returned to Dà Nàng in March 1999.
Everything I have found is here.
Benny?
Do not close until I arrive, three quarters of an hour.
Lucas Hayes, born April 5, 1990,
father Edward Hayes. Mother Mary Christian.
St. Quiteria Hospital. Lucas Hayes, hospitalized June 2, 1999
Father: Edward Hayes, killed at Christmas of 1991. No other information found.
Businessman accused of war crimes dies of a car bomb.
Edward Arthur Hayes, on trial for selling chemical weapons to
Vietnamese rebels, he was killed yesterday in Dà Nàng in a car bomb.
Moody.
The company will go ahead, promises the CEO.
I will continue to ride it as he would have wanted me to.
Jossino Vohl.
Hey!
What the fuck are you doing?
Fuck.
Love! Come away.
I didn't think I'd ever see you again.
Maybe you don't even see me now.
Who's the bitch?
Billy Boy...
I know you go with everyone, but now you like fools?
Fuck you.
Hey! Go get a drink, we grownups have a chat, huh?
Beer!
Is that little gem yours?
Now it's yours.
It's not my birthday
Jossino Vohl.
How's Moody doing?
He died.
A Moody.
Does Vohl have to do with it?
I do not know. But he knows who did it.
- It will be difficult to kill him. - I just want to talk to him.
Steverino!
Yes Boss?
Who do we know at the State Tower?
My friend would like to speak to Vohl.
Alone.
I'm sorry, but, you forget it. He always moves with the bodyguards.
The guy is never alone.
What is happening?
As you can see, it was easy for me to get to you, Mr. Vohl.
Do you understand the concept?
She was a friend and partner of Edward Hayes,
so she will know all about his... short, but interesting life.
Well, because I have questions.
And she has the answers: If she satisfies me she won't see me
never again, if she doesn't, she won't see anyone else.
I'm waiting for a call from her.
Good evening Miss.
A beautiful woman like her hasn't given me her number for a long time.
I guess you know who I am
Jossino Vohl, born in April of '45,
French nationality, but always in Vietnam.
He was a partner of Edward Hayes until his untimely death.
He now he is an influential political mediator with... some interesting hobbies.
Apparently he read my resume.
I don't care about his personal activities,
I want to talk about his friend's son, Lucas.
In my office, in an hour.
Will we be alone?
My lawyer will be there.
Or that gentleman behind her pouring himself whiskey?
Enchanté mademoiselle.
Perfectly on time.
Please.
Monsieur Duquet, my personal attorney.
Does he like champagne?
Edward Arthur Hayes.
Eddie and I were collaborating on a project for the extraction of bauxite,
until his accident.
It wasn't an accident, the exact term is murder.
We have been helpful,
the country was malleable, ripe for starting a certain business culture.
Eddie was juggling various sensitive fronts.
Why are you so interested in a man who died, now thirty years ago?
I'm interested in his son.
Lucas Hayes.
How, sorry?
Three of them died for looking for him.
He got them killed, so I want to find him.
Should I speak to him?
I have no connection with, Lucas Hayes.
And I don't understand why she came here to me.
I was thinking the same thing.
Mr. Vohl's old friendships concern only him.
And above all not her.
They do concern me, however.
Sin.
I need to know everything.
Who is she?
Who do you work for?
Why are you interested in Lucas Hayes?
If you want, I can change methods.
Leave me alone.
Go get it.
Give me the gun.
Where the fuck do you think you're going?
Tell him.
Fuck you.
Tell him!
Down there!
Let's start with your name.
Why was Moody looking for Edward Hayes' son?
Is there anyone else I need to know about?
Shit!
Nobody can resist that long.
However, it no longer concerns us.
He?
Long, these 27 minutes.
I'm still waiting for you to call me.
It does not matter.
I am not one who takes offense.
Bone broth.
It heals inflammations and wounds.
Here.
Floor.
It burns.
Be careful.
Good.
I did it.
A little more, small sips.
Like this.
I will be sincere:
You don't have a great chance it will end well.
The guy over there?
We work for the same person.
Does the boss have a problem? She calls him and he takes care of it.
For me, his hand is a little too heavy, but that's none of my business.
I'm sorry for your friend.
I'm not involved.
Not even with the shooting in the library
I get to things done.
And I check that nothing has escaped.
I dig into things that seem harmless, but are not.
Like a bookstore run by a killer, I would never have said that.
I failed miserably.
I can get you out of here.
Okay?
But you have to help me.
I am your last hope.
End, no other lifeline.
Is that clear to you?
That is fine.
You didn't blanch the bones.
For the broth.
You need to blanch them before putting them in the oven.
It fixes the minerals, increases the healing action
Did you get anything?
Yes and no.
What the fuck does that mean?
He means that tomorrow morning I'll go ahead.
I don't need you, Rembrandt.
Well,
whoever pays the hut thinks differently.
Oh yes?
Yup
And why?
Oh I do not know.
Maybe because you killed Vohl without his permission.
Vohl knew everything, he was a direct link.
It would have collapsed like nothing.
You, you make me die, all the same: First you shoot and then you think.
And suspend your refined methods of
interrogation, I want it polished, tomorrow morning.
Tomorrow it will collapse.
Perhaps he has already done so.
The old man wants to know what she knows.
How would she feel if her protégé killed her before she found out?
Maybe she would look for another one.
Just as we were getting closer.
We have men in all airports, ports and stations.
She won't run away, she'll lick her wounds and hunt you down.
Good.
For real?
Because for now we are four to zero. She wins.
Where do you buy your clothes?
Because I have a cousin who is tall like you
and he is having a bad time.
Nobody in the house.
We can get you to the border,
but London may not be the best choice.
We are in Vietnam, Anna,
you know how it works.
You can't die, you owe it to Moody.
I know what I owe him.
Go.
Why the fuck would I give you sol-
End of the trip
Street!
Run Run.
Moody, it was wonderful.
And in his own way
he was kind.
Not because he strove, it was just like that.
It didn't save my life, it gave me a life.
She knew who I was, what I was
become, he protected me.
Hayes has been dead for thirty years,
Vohl is gone
whoever is on you is very dangerous
Lucas Hayes killed Moody, he knows I'm looking for him.
The last traces of him are at the Saint Quiteria Hospital.
No one is as deaf as someone who does not want to listen.
You know, Ms. Nguyen
unusual to receive a visit from the Ministry of Health.
And that you dig into the past, then...
Yes, I guess so, but we hope these documents allow us to
highlight the environmental factors we are studying. Thanks.
Lucas Hayes. He was here before I arrived.
2 5 8 5 0 2 4 5 8 6.
Received, I put under Doc.
Okay.
Doc did it, he found documents.
So what?
Hold on tight: Lucas Hayes joined Saint Quiteria on June 2, 1991,
but apparently
he never left.
I beg your pardon, he was re-registered as "Christian".
It's his mother's maiden name.
It was already here when I arrived,
he has been our patient for more than twenty years.
He doesn't want to be touched.
He cannot speak. And he is also deaf and blind.
How long has it been like this?
He was diagnosed with the disease at the age of six, and it rapidly degenerated.
It's a miracle that he's still alive.
Who pays for his care?
We receive generous grants.
No patient has to pay.
However! Four deaths and the cameras off,
it looked like a slaughterhouse.
Is it for the broth?
No. For bad manners.
Yes, this is not the case with a lady.
I'm not a lady.
And I'm not a knight.
Ah, I wouldn't put myself so down.
Mm, coming from you is a compliment.
Look, I've got things to do, if you don't mind prefer-
Tell me, how are the sisters of the Saint Quiteria?
Well, they made me realize I was the wrong person.
I'm very smart.
Do you know who the saint in question was?
Quiteria, fifteen, led a guerrilla war against the Romans.
Tough guy.
They cut off her head and fed her to the dogs.
Again, bad manners.
Would you like a dinner? I could answer a few questions and save you some time.
Shall we say to La Cinq? Tomorrow evening, at 8.
You can say it if you want
but I won't be there.
I'll let you know the time and place.
She fascinated you.
Intrigued.
I worry?
The list for the gala, 200 guests, all verified
Ah, the joy of a salon full of wealthy people
who donates large sums to a noble cause.
It is always in fashion.
Good.
Why does he do it?
People like me have to do this, Michael.
Give to the less fortunate.
I was wondering if I should worry.
For the girl.
No.
Not yet.
Please pack the whole thing up by Sunday.
I don't want embarrassment before the ceremony.
However.
Thanks Ben.
They know me.
Health.
Someone killed a friend of mine for a job done a long time ago,
and everyone I talked to about it is dead.
How come this?
I don't know, but there are those who would take it as a sign.
Why don't you consider it a mystery...
which is better not to solve?
I like mysteries.
At first I was just curious, then I went from curious to worried.
And now?
Annoyed.
And believe me, it's not nice when I'm annoyed.
HK 9mm.
Very good.
Not for me.
Who subsidizes the orphan? I'd like to talk to him.
It would be reckless.
"Reckless" was killing a man who was like a father to me.
We have now gone further.
This is the wrong place to act.
Luxury restaurant, guards at every exit, not to mention the cameras.
But I guess... you already knew.
I don't care about killing you.
At the moment. Seeking answers.
And do you always ask like this?
I love having the attention of my interlocutor.
Well,
you certainly have the attention of the boy below.
So, you have to shoot me at least three times to be safe.
Four.
Okay, okay, you have five left.
If it gets bad...
A-ha...
They are not enough to get out of here.
Four quick shots and a slow walk through the chaos? They are enough.
There may be some surprises.
It usually happens.
SIG 226, mm, it sounds so harsh...
Hard. Yup.
And here we are. The first awkward silence.
Wait a minute: I don't know your name.
Anna.
Pleasure.
We'll see.
How about we leave everything here
and are we looking for a nice hotel?
You point a gun between my legs and ask me to do it?
I like your style.
The woman said she was aiming straight for my balls.
Let's hope nothing happens, I have my favorite shoes.
Manolo, classic twelve heel.
A man who knows about Poe and shoes.
Mm, I'll try to be nice:
He keeps meddling and you will die.
Vietnam has always been a place of death.
Only those who have luck survive and I have had it.
It won't happen again.
I'll find out who killed my friend.
After that?
I'll take the life of the culprit... and anyone else who gets in the way.
Thanks for the pleasant evening.
You know, it will seem absurd, but
I would like to see you again.
Maybe I don't know in other circumstances.
I took some time for you,
are the best circumstances you'll ever see me in.
Tell me.
Call when you're done.
I thought you were looking for corrupt officials.
I know which hotel he's in, I found stuff, including his passport.
She is called Nadia Zhukova.
A Russian Asian.
However.
I would never have... ever said.
For real.
Great job, you must be exhausted.
Apparently I'm late.
Unfortunately for you it didn't take long, I'm sorry.
Did she sing like a nightingale?
Ah, how many things have I known.
I know who your boss is, I know who got Moody killed.
Mm.
A big fish.
It is worth fishing for.
Well, at this point
I imagine we will meet again very soon.
Sooner than you think.
What did you do to your hand?
Choose what you prefer:
Kill myself
or fuck me?
It's weird to be in his bed while he is
up there.
In short, hung.
No.
It would have been a waste
Right.
How long have you been doing this?
No, not this, though.
Enough not to go wrong.
You are lucky.
Naa.
You don't want me dead.
Still.
Why didn't you kill me?
Could you do it?
I could shoot you two shots in the head and then make myself a sandwich.
Good.
In your opinion, there can be no solution.
No.
I speak from experience, it never happens. At least not with people like that.
Do we have no escape?
You are the one who has the cards in hand.
I see a woman walking on a tub of
sharks, on a thin thread and the wind in your face.
You won't make it, Anna.
She is a bad person,
she that she did terrible things.
So, do you plan to stay there?
It's nice to see you again.
He went in and out.
Fortune like this only happens once.
Yes. They have already told me such a thing.
Okay.
Aaah! Take it easy. Ouch!
Ah, ah, ah, don't worry. It's just glue, just a little glue.
Are you crazy?
Come on, grit your teeth.
Okay.
You know, I still feel terrible for Claudia.
It is true that she cooked like shit, but not so much that she would die like that.
Done.
Thanks.
Okay, okay, okay, I'll take care of it.
Did you seriously think it was so easy to kill me?
I tanned it so that there was no longer a face to start from.
And then I left enough traces to make the police think, it was me.
I'm sorry you found it.
Anyway, it seems to me that you got away with it.
Not so much tonight.
That's what friends are for, isn't it?
Oh good. We're friends again.
Uuh, you did stuff, didn't you?
I depend more and more on this crap
not to kick the bucket.
Then? What's the plan?
160 hectares, to get there you have to go through 20 kilometers of haunted jungle.
Not to mention, the river, the cameras, the sonars and the patrol boats.
Always pessimistic as shit, huh?
And you always a cockroach that never dies.
In a good way, of course.
I believe they are waiting for you.
What is this?
A panic room, or rather a panic bunker.
If it closes in there, there is no hope.
Guests all arrive by boat,
with checks on disembarkation.
The security area is under surveillance.
And for the evening there will be a reinforcement team of 16 Israelis.
I think you've thought of everything.
Michael.
Thoughts?
Venice.
She is gorgeous in this period.
Take a little trip. Now.
These guys don't know who they're dealing with.
Okay, let's put it here.
You seem a bit tense.
I've secured everyone from crowned heads to drug traffickers.
Nothing will happen, especially since we know what he looks like.
In any case
I hope you got paid in advance.
Gentleman.
Nothing?
No, not for now. Sectors 1, 2 and 3 are in place, we are waiting for the report of 4.
Mm.
This time he has truly outdone himself.
What a pleasure, we haven't seen each other for a long time.
I spent two years in India.
For real?
Yes we have opened a new branch
Thanks.
It is with great pleasure that I welcome you to this very expensive evening.
It warms my heart to see so many familiar faces gathered here:
Dear friends, companions in life and work.
But also a number of unknown faces that I hope will not remain so for long.
And maybe I think I've even spotted some of my old men
opponent, whom I particularly thank for being here.
And, to have reconsidered the mistakes made.
All these years... I have been pleasantly learning
that there is no better way to ennoble one's spirit
what to do good, to act selflessly and without
ulterior motives, sacrifice oneself for others and,
above all, give generously.
And it is thanks to your generosity of spirit that
we have been able to improve and transform
lives of many children, young people, young women
and men, in conditions of extreme need,
to an extent that would have been impossible without the help of each of you.
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for giving
me the privilege of hosting you here tonight
So let me slip into your pockets and wallets,
but you know it's for a good cause. The sisters of
San Quiteria do an amazing job, then
donate... with your heart.
Good boy!
Thanks!
Excellent!
Help!
No! What happens?
What was it?
Go! Go! Go!
From there, come with us!
Let us out!
They shot!
Floor!
Wait!
Beyond, beyond!
Where is the exit?
Let me pass!
Help!
Out out!
Open the door!
Help! Out out!
But why?
This way, this way, don't push!
Fast, fast
There is a door immediately in front of you.
All out, come on!
I find you, definitely fit for someone who has been dead for thirty years, Mr. Hayes.
How did he get in here?
Technology. He'll screw us all, sooner or later.
Who are you?
I'm the big bad wolf who comes to hunt you when
someone decides that your time has come to an end.
Moody.
Resurrecting isn't bad, huh?
Did you come to finish the job, then?
Well, thirty years ago she hired me to kill her.
Who was actually in that car?
Does it matter? Expendable resources, without consequences.
Do you know? It is exactly what is expected of a subject like her.
“Sacrificable without consequences”.
A subject like me?
Look, I certainly don't want to be a moralist,
I kill people by trade, bad people, by the way, but anyway
I never pretended to be different.
While she heads dozens of billionaire charities,
the world considers it as candid as...
the snow just fallen from the sky.
But she has blood on her hands,
she shit, anything from nerve gas to... human trafficking
So it's clear to you why I had to stage my demise.
I had a son.
In many ways unexpected.
I couldn't explain the immense love
that I felt for that son, that one
imperfect, marvelous and vulnerable creature.
If I were dead, Lucas would have been free from all kinds of threats.
This is bullshit.
Maybe you also love your son, Mr. Hayes, but
that was his chance
to disappear.
You are very smart.
Nobody is looking for a dead man.
I was able to continue behind an aura of respectability that allowed me to-
Becoming an unclean monster.
The irony of the matter, Mr. Hayes,
is that I just wanted to make amends for the harm I have done to his son,
taking his father away from him as a child.
She's the one who brought me here.
Anna.
You don't look great.
I do not know.
Nothing but an Apple Martini
and a liter of AB+ does not settle.
Hey, what do you think I have to do to get them?
Faint.
Are you having fun?
I find it funny that you think you're better than me.
Not better.
Different.
You see, there are people
respectable, Mr. Hayes,
that every now and then intentionally do something wrong.
There are bad people... who fight every day to control themselves.
Others... ah, they're rotten to the core and they don't give a damn, people like me.
But the evil,
monsters are completely, other creatures, Mr. Hayes.
A monster believes that evil is right, that his actions are justified.
Violence detached from conscience,
no matter what medium it requires or which human being it overwhelms.
And it is here, my friend, that the two of us do not meet.
I'm just a bad guy who wants to pay for his sins.
Ah here.
So you are here to clear your conscience.
You'll never get out of here alive.
I never even thought of it.
I've got a curiosity.
You could have killed him
but you didn't.
That wasn't the plan.
Do not move!
Leave me!
No! No, no, no!
No! Mom!
Mom!
You took it...
I ate a bite.
Are you standing?
Currently.
We are not obliged to do this.
Not anymore.
We have to pay for our sins, don't you think?
Not necessarily today.
I am exhausted.
I need peace
and I'll never find her around with you.
What if I told you you can?
Oh yes?
Two shots to the head... and then you make yourself a sandwich?
You can't change the past, Anna, erase what you've been through,
but you can change the future.
Which could it be?
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