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EXPERIMENT 139

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Get up. Watch your head.

Shoes, trousers .... Fold, shirt.

On the left. I'll take this.

Block, punch. Knife replacement.

Catch, flip.

Okay. Can anyone have coffee?

You can imagine getting up every day

with a bastard like Mr. Goodbye,

what are you trying to chop you with a machete?

Seriously.

It could be fun for a while.

You're dead!

Once the shock subsided,

as soon as i realized what the hell was going on,

almost for the fortieth,

it started to get pretty annoying.

And I wanted it to stop.

And I knew it wouldn't stop.

You know how to say, "I can do it with my eyes closed,"

and do you think what the hell is that?

But ... That's bullshit.

So watch out.

I'm sorry, man, they mistaken you for me.

Every time I saw this happening in my apartment, I thought:

"Damn, I'm renting!"

The owner is already such a nice bastard

and that's how I can say goodbye to bail.

It wasn't always like that.

I used to be happy. Really.

I used to have a woman I loved

but now I'm really fucked up.

Shit. I have to jump.

I hadn't hit that truck exactly twenty-two times before.

Do you know what it's like to fall out of a fourth floor window?

So that fucking hurts.

The guy in that Dodgi always yelled like they were taking him on knives.

-They're stealing my car! -So you write that.

Another bunch of bastards tried to kill me in that minivan.

-Can't you get out of that traffic jam? -Don't teach me to drive.

-I don't teach. - Esmeralda's driver with her mother Pam.

I didn't have a couple, if that's their real name,

there was no time for greetings.

After that bus, it's pretty cool and I can ...

Wait. Have I gotten on that bus yet?

Born.

Prokristap .na.

God!

Don't worry about me.

EXPERIMENT 079

This crap happens every day.

I used to complain about how it looks the same every day.

Then came May 9

and every day is the same now.

Every time you are awakened by screaming, the same bastard with a machete,

all the same ... with minor variations.

To the dog ...

Only one thing never changes.

And that is that ...

I die every day.

Every time.

A small recap.

To be honest,

I have no idea why they want to kill me

or what I deserve, but there are clouds.

You already know Pam.

She took care of me fourteen times before I revealed the timing.

EXPERIMENT 069

This angel bastard is Guan-Jin.

How come I know her name?

I'm Guan-Jin!

And Guan-Jin is over.

Her name means Goddess of Mercy.

Pretty ironic, isn't it?

EXPERIMENT 088

I call this little guy Bumpr�sk.

-How are you, handsome? -What are you doing, you nut?

I don't like this approach.

I gave them all nicknames: Pam, Smiley,

German twins, Roy number 2,

which is a bastard that looks exactly like me.

EXPERIMENT 104

Sometimes I can kill them.

But that's not the point.

They always find me and eventually take me down.

I'm Guan-Jin!

And that's what Guan-Jin did.

I don't know how it's possible, or why I keep repeating the same day.

There was never time to find out.

It's been crazy since I open my eyes.

EXPERIMENT 048

IN PROGRESS

Jemma, the only woman I've ever loved,

and the only person who knows the answers I'm looking for.

-Hello? -I'm looking for Dr. Jemma Wells.

Who is it?

This is her husband ... her boyfriend Roy.

Renowned Captain Roy Pulver, the Delta Force.

Who are you?

-Colonel Clive Ventor. -Jemmin's boss.

-Until recently. -Is he there?

-No, unfortunately he's not here. -Do you know when he'll be back?

I will have to leave this question to force majeure.

-She is dead. -What?

I don't like to bring bad news,

but Miss Wells broke her neck last night.

It was an accident in the laboratory,

she worked overtime, probably exhausted.

Born...

May I ask you where you are?

-One two...

It wasn't an accident.

Three!

Why is she dead? Who killed her?

I've never lived long enough to find out.

Okay, where did we end up? Yeah, that bus.

TRIAL 140 IN PROGRESS

Bitch!

-She looks pretty determined. -Honey, we have cowboys here.

I'll probably have to start taking it seriously.

What the hell?

Naser yes!

Shit!

I think they deserved it.

-Hey, Roy. -Hello, Jake.

You look like you've dug out of a grave. What happened?

I got up with my left foot. I'm fine.

It still is now. Would you give me a good bottle of brandy?

You know what? Give me two now.

Two! Jesus Christ!

Long live the liver! But not for long.

I'm kidding.

Non-anonymous alcoholics, huh?

-You have to live today, don't you? -Because no one will guarantee you tomorrow.

That's what you write, man. You write that.

This guy's on write-off.

How can you get drunk like that?

-How can you not get drunk? -You know,

a lot of security experts think, and remember, I'm one of them,

he thinks that next September 11 will go against our distilleries.

The percentage of alcoholism in our country is someone around 38,

so when you delete ...

This pablb is called Dave.

He's a security specialist at a private company

and it doesn't matter what I tell him, how can I get drunk like that,

because he always starts talking like that stupidly.

I can repeat it word for word.

I know exactly what will happen as soon as I enter.

At 11:05, this famous Chinese fencer will enter.

She has been world champion twelve times.

Sakra. Dai Feng!

-Do you know that she is one of the most famous ... -Chinese sword masters?

- Twelve times ... - World Champion.

-Did I tell you about her? -Three times.

Fact? I do not remember.

-I do. -Pedro, prepare a table for Sifu Feng.

Hello. Please sit down.

Sifu Feng is the reason why I have to squeeze into the bar.

As soon as I arrive at eleven, he occupies the last free spot at the bar.

Shit. She looked at me.

-Have you ever had a woman? -I'm sorry?

-Have you ever had a woman? -I threw a fishing rod, you know?

It's more like a bird growing on your forehead.

So around noon ...

Okay. From what comes, I feel a little silly.

But I just like the way he whips himself. I'm sorry.

I should probably warn him, but it's just funny

and I'm not laughing much right now.

You're going to play it at work, Pedro! No one will believe you!

At 12:20, Dave finally drops to work.

Hope terrorists don't start spending the world's supplies of liquor.

But first he makes this witty remark.

I really hope so.

-That's too much. - Sit down, Dave.

-What? -I want to tell you a story.

I'm a jerk today. A small twist in the war story.

I started talking about how I died when I had too much to drink.

Have you ever been shot in the face, Dave?

Me.

An interesting thing happened to me before I died.

It's been a while.

The bullet was a .45 ACP.

She flew in here, clean.

It flew through my mouth, almost untouched

and I remember feeling the taste of steak.

Yeah, like a really nice rib.

And in a moment, when I was alive again,

I say, "Damn,

that was my tongue as the bullet baked it for me. "

I could feel the taste. My tongue.

Would you believe that? This is absolutely fascinating.

That story is true, Dave.

That was good, man.

Wouldn't you need a bed?

I understand.

Exactly at 12:47 ... no,

I'll get to that in a moment.

About a quarter of an hour before, I really like the booze

and I feel damn good.

Once I get to this bar,

I can drink until they find me.

I can break down completely to shit

and don't even feel shit.

12:47. I never got over that point. Never at all.

Why do I allow it?

Well, why not?

Because outside this bar, wherever I run and fight the way I want,

I never survived 12:47.

He always got me.

A bunch of nuts I didn't even know killed me because

which remained a mystery to me.

And she's dead. My girl.

She died a moment farther than I can go.

Caught here in a loop of a never-ending day.

I know I can't drink,

not when every day doesn't end like this.

I need a plan now. Someone has to pay for it.

They have an army. I only have time.

Yesterday was many months ago.

YESTERDAY

Great.

Yeah, it's good.

-Would you give me a second, please? -Sure.

My God, woman.

Look at you.

-Hi. -Hi.

Have you developed a phone allergy?

No, I'm back now. My cell phone is turned off and I didn't stand a chance

set up a landline, so ...

-So they turned it off too? -Yeah.

-I'm lucky to stay in touch with me at all. -Yeah.

Finding you at the bar on the ground floor of your house takes a lot of luck.

What was the chance?

Welcome, sarcasm. How have you been, stranger?

I have not heard about you for a long time.

-What is it? -I brought a resume.

The printer was running low on ink, that part of the Delta Force is hard to read.

Does it reduce my chances?

Come here.

Uniforms are worn here.

Yeah, that's great.

-I need ... -They're not ... Wow!

They're not the burgundy security guards at the mall, I can't stand that.

Burgundy, like ... my dress?

Not like your dress, because it would be sexy.

-I'm just saying. -Okay.

However, what is the salary here?

Do you have any idea? And health supplements?

Because I have, from before, special units.

What are you doing here? It's pretty big.

-Do you work on it for a long time? -I hope long enough.

What is it, anyway?

Five years of sleepless nights and continuous research.

And it means more to me than you can imagine.

-What is he doing? -What is he doing?

If used incorrectly,

it cancels time and space and destroys the integrity of the planet.

Damn it. Something like Judgment Day?

You have to be pretty stressed out.

Wow, let's look at Joe.

God, he grew that way, Jemma.

Would you mind if I took him?

That picture. Photo. Do you have another one?

Sure, take her. How much do you weigh?

I keep fit, about eighty.

-Are you still drinking? -Yeah. -I'm writing 85.

Did you think you'd tell him?

It would mean a lot to me, Jemma.

What good would that do him? You've been gone most of his life.

Why do you say that like it's not worth me to know him now?

-My job took me away from you. -Your job? -Yes.

Your work? You loved that life more than the thought of sharing it with us.

The shooting was more exciting than diapers and station wagons.

Clearly. And we have your eternal excuse.

I'm the bastard who didn't stay, was I?

What else does it matter?

We both decided, we moved on, and Joe admires you anyway.

-He admires me? -Yes.

What does he say about me?

What do you want, Roy?

I lost you.

I know I screwed up. I came to terms with it.

Please don't let my son do that either.

I'm not asking for anything more.

He's our boy, Jemma.

-Doctor Wells. -Just a minute.

I'm sorry, Brett.

This is Roy. Roy, Brett.

He's the head of security here.

Your office is in a restricted area, Dr. Wells

-and is therefore inaccessible. -I clearly explained to the colonel

that I will accept the visit if I deem it appropriate.

I just brought my resume.

We are not currently accepting ...

- Captain Powder. -Tell him I'll be right there.

The colonel is waiting.

Nice bastard.

-Didn't you say you were hiring? -They're recruiting. We're recruiting.

I'm recruiting.

What are you talking about?

This is a very specific security detail.

Something secret, like a black backpack?

-More. -Really?

When do I start?

Earlier than you think.

I read the man's biography and I see cause for concern.

It doesn't look like much.

No one notices flies until they swim in the soup.

I don't like something about him.

He has that ... feature.

What feature?

A striver who tries to make up for a lack of talent with exaggerated diligence.

That's how I learned to hate.

Check his service history. If he's sitting, I want to watch him.

If he makes trouble, we'll deal with him.

And extend it beyond the ordinary,

so that no one can connect it with us. The more random the assets, the better.

Find something really exotic.

Okay, so I'm falling out of here, I'll have wine, maybe ...

-Wait, I'll fix your hair. -Oh, Jemmo!

I am bleeding.

-Did you get my birthday present? -What are you doing here? You are acting strange.

Did you get it? I sent it to you.

-I do not know. I didn't look. -Do it. I sent it a few days ago.

So yeah. Of course I'll take a look.

Dr. Wells, can I meet you?

-I'll have to go to the hospital. -I'll be there in a moment, Colonel.

- You spilled my blood. -Listen to me carefully now, Roy.

I know we haven't seen each other much lately

and I know our paths have parted.

-I know, but when I ... -Listen! It's important!

-Good good. Speak. -Okay.

I forgot how difficult it is.

I see a lot of you in Joe, really.

His determination, his will to succeed no matter what.

It has your best qualities, but also your selfishness

and your ability to disappear when it suits him.

-I thought it was over. -And escape from responsibility.

Okay, fine. What do you want from me? Say it to me.

I want a man I fell in love with a long time ago,

the one who gave me a son

your strong, confident version,

not Roy, who breaks down every night to run another barbie.

Remember this: Osiris. Osiris.

Look, like the Fri�ten brothers.

Carbohydrates are not your friends.

-Doctor Wells, are you okay? -Yes.

-Do you mind the smoke? -No, not at all.

That Spindle.

Well, there's a slight delay at the moment.

Define the change.

A week, a maximum of two.

-And why? -Research and development is not an exact science.

But that's exactly what we want, exact science.

Your friend, Captain Pulver.

-Yes, he brought a resume. -What did it occur to him?

Well, maybe I've mentioned a military presence in the lab in the past.

And did it occur to you?

The security protocol of this device should not be the subject of an intimate conversation.

I can assure you he is not.

-Roy and I are not ... -You are the mother of his child.

Please sit down. Make yourself comfortable.

I don't want it to look like an interrogation.

I'm not into long stories. I am always pleased with brevity.

The shorter the better. However,

I myself have one story to tell again and again

and I will share it with you now,

if you give it to me.

-I like long stories. -Then we're both lucky.

So, in 1979, I worked for the CIA in Burma,

I smuggled opium into the country to suspend it

a very bloody military coup, which we then

staged ten years later.

All this is usually top secret. Most.

Anyway, I was

in the jungle near Rangoon,

shelled soldiers of the Karen National Union

during the three days of fighting that cost me an entire unit.

I was on the verge of being rolled over by a gang of rebels waving their machete,

with crazy attitudes and even worse hygiene

and I only had one repeating rifle with a telescope

and 36 hours without sleep in which I was to win.

And then I heard it.

That piercing scream,

as when steam is whistling.

Wild boar.

You can make it into your pants.

The sound itself dispelled the rebels.

Nobody wanted to play with those canines.

And that son of a bitch felt me ??and went right after me.

I'd rather shoot ten guys than kill an animal, but than I would

He got a choice, she came down from the six-meter banana

dark python and wrapped it in a roaring pig like Christmas ham.

I've never seen anything like it.

And for the next few hours, I watched in amazement,

how the snake swallows and the pig digests it.

There was a sudden silence, so I heard everything.

How his bones are broken, his bellows whistling, his lungs ruptured

which made a sound as if the snake was laughing.

It remains the most amazing act of violence I have ever seen.

But I was most impressed,

that even though the python spread its jaws to devour its victim,

she had calm and a cold calculation in her eyes.

And only later, when she moved her middle part,

now the arched outlines of the boar,

I saw a dozen eggs.

Python eggs.

The boar almost trampled on her nest.

So what I originally thought was an act of aggression,

it was, in fact, an act of love.

The serpent killed the boar not out of resentment,

but to preserve his future generations.

I enjoyed the story.

And I enjoyed his story. And I consider it apt.

-As? -No more visitors in the lab.

No ex, flares or shadows from the past,

if the work is delayed.

-I want to be informed immediately, okay? -Of course.

Thank you, doctor. Great.

Be careful where you step.

-Will you have more? -Other what?

You're sweet.

How long have you two known each other?

We met today.

-He's my new best friend. -Yeah, I am.

-Alice is a dental hygienist. -What's gone because I hate my teeth completely.

Only that of their structure makes me sick.

-Then a career in dentistry looks like ... -As the last thing I should do?

Yes, I know, I know. But I am for every challenge.

I like to push out of the comfort zone.

- That's the only way to really grow up. -The gospel truth.

She's so pretty, isn't she? Beautiful.

How long have you two known each other?

With Gabrielle? As long as I go to drink at this bar.

-What came back from overseas. -Danger. Tell me!

Ladies, there's almost nothing to tell.

-Then tell us almost nothing. -But can you wait? Because...

I have to go pee. I'll be right back.

You should take her home, Roy.

You should take her home.

You have to ask:

"Why shouldn't I take you home, Gabrielle?"

And I will say ...

Maybe other time.

You're starting to get broken.

But that night will never come.

We can have fun, Roy, but we'll never make love.

-But, love. -No. -Why?

-Why? -Yeah.

Because you still love ... someone else.

I can see it in your eyes.

In that sadness.

You long for a woman, but I'm not.

And not even our dear hygienist.

Bar, hello? Yeah.

-It is for you. -Who can call me now?

-I do not know. -Hello?

-Roy, can you hear me? -Come on? What...

Are you still in the lab? It's almost three in the morning.

Jemma, are you okay?

-Are you OK? -Yeah, I am, but ...

-What's happening? Listen ... -You listen to me.

Maybe I did something crazy

and if something happens, promise me you'll do what you're doing ...

-I can not hear you. -I'll need your help.

What's happening? Are you okay?

I can't explain it to you, you still wouldn't understand ...

I think I lost you.

Jemma, call me, okay?

-Who was that? -My ex ...

And she looked pretty overworked.

Our dear doctor seems to be a villain.

Find her.

What did I miss?

Hi.

We talked about the sexiest people on the planet and your name came up.

I should have called Jemma, but I was drunk and horny and I didn't care.

I didn't know how important it was.

I didn't know it was the last time I could hear her voice.

There is nothing to undo.

And you're forced to do something over and over again.

EXPERIMENT 141

I know all this leads back to her.

I just had no idea what this was all about.

Did you get my birthday present?

Did you get it, the present?

-I do not know. I didn't look. -Do it. I sent it a few days ago.

Remember this: Osiris.

"Happy birthday, Roy. Always live your life forward and remember:"

"Time is not waiting for anyone."

No to mi poser!

Let's do it again.

EXPERIMENT 142

They're stealing my car!

Damn!

Come on, come on, let's go.

-Dude, damn it, finally come on. -It's in my way!

Finally.

EXPERIMENT 143

They're stealing from me ...

Don't read while you're driving, idiot.

How come I don't notice it?

Damn, I missed the descent to China.

The last time I went elsewhere, I ended up really bad.

EXPERIMENT 051

For obvious reasons, I call this Smiley.

Being shot is at least as simple and clear as a slap.

Yeah, I got him!

Who would have thought of such shit?

I got him!

TRIAL 144 IN PROGRESS

I've been running from my life all this time.

Now, for the first time, I had a clue as to what could happen.

Now I need a moment's peace of arms and a quiet place to read.

Osiris and Isis were faithful couples.

She was an Egyptian high priestess, an ideal mother and wife,

protector of the dead,

proficient in all incantations for the journey through the afterlife.

Osiris was his enemies

eventually chopped into 14 pieces and distributed throughout Egypt.

What kind of gift is this?

Happy birthday, Roy. Always live life ahead and remember:

Time is not waiting for anyone.

Joe. What the hell is he doing?

Damn.

He didn't know his mom was dead and now he was completely alone,

I'm his only family now.

-How's it going, man? -Admission is ten dollars.

Five per round, double elimination.

What do you get when you come here?

-Tourning tournament. -And what is this?

Video game competitions.

We mostly make retro games from the eighties.

Double Dragon, Altered Beast, Street Fighter.

We are purists, bro. Devoted to the golden age of video games.

Analog or death. Osmibit is shit.

-How old are you? -Four one. It's flying.

-Forty-one? -Yeah.

-Do you have a son here? -I'm childish on purpose, bro.

By whom?

Keep it.

Joe, hi.

-Hi dude. -Roy, hi. What is?

Let's look at you, you're out.

The last time I saw you, you were like that.

-I didn't know you were steaming. -I don't steam.

-So what are you doing here? -I wanted to ask you the same thing. Don't you have to be in school?

She dropped us.

Come on, man. You don't need that.

Well, I couldn't go.

These are my favorite games. And Mom would be upset that I was here.

Mom would be upset.

You know what? I won't tell her if you tell me one thing.

-Okay ... -What did you buy from the guy upstairs? The older one?

-I didn't buy anything. -Joe, I saw you.

This is an RPG card game. I exchanged it with him.

You can be any killer, mercenary and such.

-It's really cool. -I bet.

Did you get this from him?

Did you think I was buying drugs or something?

-Or something like that. -I'm eleven, I can't do this.

-You can never do that, okay? -Yes? -Yeah.

Okay. Come on, let's jump on the candle, I want to talk to you, okay?

-The screen is just as broken. -It's a scumbag. Come.

-Are you hungry? -Yeah.

-Yeah? And what do you like best? -Pizza.

Pizza? So let's have pizza. What about sushi?

-I don't like sushi. -No? As?

-Because it's sushi. -Yeah, that makes sense.

I should have told him now.

Tell him his mom is dead. That he would never see her again,

-Tell him that ... -You know, Mom says you're thick.

Hustej.

-Is that what he says? -She didn't use that word,

but he says you're like a Marine or a soldier.

-Dom's talking about me? -Yeah, pretty much.

Lots of?

Look, are you like that guy, the one from 96 hours who has special abilities?

-Liam Neeson? -Jo.

No, he's a fictional tough guy. I'm real.

-Fact? -I'm not kidding you.

That is great.

Hi, Joe.

I have to tell you something, buddy.

But it won't be easy to listen to, okay?

But there is no easy way to say it.

Twelve fifty.

Three minutes longer than I've ever lived.

How is that?

The interior is all metal.

Then I got under the surface.

They're watching me.

What did you want to tell me, Roy?

Joe...

I'm your father.

With all that fear

I saw my son's love for a split second.

And it was wonderful.

Please, let this death be the last.

Son of a bitch!

-How are you watching me? -You're screwed!

Should I get angry? Where is the device?

-In your ass. -You're full of ideas!

-Shit on you. - Fine, sir.

Hi dude!

Good. If you have to, you have to!

Where's the tracker?

It must be here somewhere. But where?

Shit.

Pedro, don't you want to help me look?

And then I said, "I see your counterintelligence expert

and I'll train you with a surveillance prevention specialist, my friend. "

-You should have seen their expression. -You are a fool!

-Dave. -Hi, Roy. -Hi.

-Sorry I'm interrupting. -I just told Jake about those bastards ...

I see, great. Dave, you know something about surveillance devices.

I don't know anything about these things, Roy.

I know absolutely everything about those things!

-What equipment? A traditional transponder? -What is given to people.

-For the body or the implant? -What is better?

If you don't want him to know he's being watched.

Then the implant is far more suitable.

-The other one puts on clothes. -Where is it implanted? Where would you put him?

-Most people think it's just under the skin. -Where would you put him?

-You mean me, personally? -You, personally.

Daveova specials.

What does that stupid term mean? Yeah. Yeah.

He understands that. Teeth, Roy. Ideally a chair.

You're doing your ass off.

You look very pretty in that mask.

You don't have to be afraid of anything. Just take a deep breath.

It will be over soon.

In addition, your mouth acts as a natural carrier.

-Dave? -Ano?

Would you look at your teeth and see if I have the device there?

Well, not if he's in someone's mouth.

-I could find out if the tooth was removed. -Jaku,

a good bottle of brandy and two tongs.

No no no! Damn wounds of God!

Don't worry, Dave, he'll grow up again.

Have you lost your mind? No, you need help!

You could help me. So, what do you think?

-No. -Are you sure? -Absolutely. -What time is it?

-Hell. It's 12:45. -Shit. Just two minutes.

It's time to stop tearing your teeth out of your mouth. Are you crazy?

Shit. No no no! God!

I was supposed to sit fucked at home.

Look. Look!

-God. -What is? -Yeah. That tooth.

-There's an irregularity on that tooth. -Fact? -Yes.

God. I'll have to look inside.

-Roy? -Yeah. -Carefully. Good?

Carefully. No, that's not careful!

-She son of a bitch. -God.

Roy? Someone dumped a sea of ??money to watch you.

-Seriously? -Yes. A lot. I have never...

See you soon, Dave.

EXPERIMENT 145

-Who put the tracking device in my mouth? -A guy named Brett.

Mr. Vejtaha, sown bald man,

two-meter Dynow security chief with colored beards.

Well.

He makes a big hole in my chest.

-How are you? -Jaku.

I need a bottle of brandy and two tongs. Brown.

I've died forty-four times today,

but this particular day I was finally able to do something about it.

Let it go.

-What, that tooth? -No, not that tooth.

No, I won't let her go.

Either you let her go or I let her into you.

This is a handmade Walther PPK that cost me almost half a million at auction.

Did you buy a banger for half a mega?

And she had her personal rifleman equip her with a classic SD-22 silencer,

of which there are only six in the world, for another $ 250,000.

-750,000 bucks. -Exactly.

Why would you, Pam, do anything like that at all?

-Pam? -I don't know your name, so I'm just calling you Pam.

- Have we met before? -Many times, many times in the past.

I want to look. Slowly.

Hold her by the bow.

Treat it like porcelain, please.

Gently like a spider web.

-AH? -Adolf Hitler.

-What? -Personal gift from Carl Walther.

Hitler had it on his desk in Munich.

Have you been killing me with Hitler's all the time?

-Stolled by an American soldier in 1945. -Jesus Christ.

-What is the matter with you? -Preserved to the present.

-She was behind every penny. -I thought it couldn't be worse, but it is.

-Who sent you? -You don't want to know.

-I insist. -Never.

-Will you kill me now? -No, Pam, I'll shoot you.

This is for the Jews.

This too.

I have got him! Come on, boy!

I got him!

Jemma got me here for a reason. I don't know how, I don't know why.

He must have had a good reason. Damn, he must have been great.

Look, you lost your phone.

But she's gone now.

I won't get that far to save her,

so none of this matters now.

There was only one piece left of the business.

Retribution.

It's getting hot in here.

-Did you liquidate the asset? -You mean assets. Plural.

-Marshall. -Hi, Brett.

Don't ask who it is, you know exactly.

-Where's Marshall? -Which one is the one with the bomb?

What do I call him Bumpr�sk?

Well, he's on a big barbecue together now.

We only have two members left. You and the bastard who ordered it.

-You assume there's someone above me. -You're a dog, you have to have a lead.

I want the one holding him.

I want the one who killed Jemma.

I think it's Ventor.

-But you know where we are, you cannon. -Yeah, and I know how to get there.

I'll meet you in a minute, son of a bitch.

The big boss probably has a rooftop view,

but I no longer want to die in that vile, inconspicuous way.

Let's take care of it. By opening the front door.

That was a good plan.

I'll gouge out his eyes.

EXPERIMENT 146

State!

Back!

I can do it all day, asshole.

EXPERIMENT 147

Hi, Roy number 2!

Goodbye, Roy No. 2.

Roy number 2 was unarmed and I know for sure

that I won't carry a gun around these guys.

Pane?

Oh, yes, of course. Sorry.

Access denied.

This ... My fault.

EXPERIMENT 148

How are you?

Hi, Roy.

Am I playing a little on Butch with Sundance here?

Born.

Hope dies last.

That was weird.

EXPERIMENT 149

Zkurvysyn fucking.

EXPERIMENT 150

Hi, handsome.

In a few dozen cases, you cut off my head.

Someone must be the diligent bee.

What are you going to do about it?

What should you cancel a little?

Do you remember in the Conquerors the guy who kept spinning his sword and thinking how cool he was?

Indy shot him because he was annoyed, impatient

-and it just pissed him off. Do you remember? -Yeah.

Damn.

Maybe you don't know anything about sword killing, because with the exception of experiment 15

sword killing hurts far more than a shot.

And one lesser known fact about swords.

When they come out, it hurts many times more.

Fun fact: Harrison Ford needed shit,

that's why he shot the guy.

EXPERIMENT 151

I am Guan-Jin.

And Guan-Jin is over.

EXPERIMENT 152

I am Guan-Jin.

And Guan-Jin is over.

EXPERIMENT 153

I am Guan-Jin.

And Guan-Jin is over.

EXPERIMENT 156

I'm Guan-Jin and I'm done.

And this isn't even the worst part.

That's this. Ventor.

The man who killed Jemma.

The idiot who had me killed one hundred and fifty times.

Captain, the first impression is that this is a first-class commodity.

The way you destroyed these first-class professionals,

is truly remarkable.

You should be pleased with your efforts, regardless of the result.

As someone who bears the same scars from the fight I hope

that this defeat, however bitter, is a consolation.

He had to memorize the crap, because it was the same word for word.

And every one that I watched died, and rested, and there were many,

I see one thing in common.

They have it in their eyes.

Their view is the same at that moment.

Remorse, regret.

What could I do? What didn't I do?

All our good intentions are bleeding with us.

But what if we could remake our world and erase our mistakes?

What if the ability to rewrite history was real?

-Adolf Hitler, Pearl Harbor. -I never survived this moment,

so all this shit is new.

In whose hands would you entrust an instrument as powerful as Osiris' spindle?

I have your answer, Captain.

To mine.

A man who knows the burden of human suffering

a man who understands, like you, the horrors of war.

Who else should oversee and operate such a tool?

Exactly.

I'm sorry, Dr. Wells.

She has led us as far as her flawed ideology has allowed her.

Sweet girl.

When you came here, you wanted blood on your hands.

And you have blood too.

Just not mine.

He is really sharp. There's no blood on it either.

-Is that a katana? -Catana? That's Japanese.

-This is a Chinese sword. -Let's not make races out of it. It's a sword.

Fold?

Now I know three things. First:

The next time I see this guy, I'll turn with him.

Second: I'm stuck in something called Osirid's spindle.

And third: Ventor has no idea it's working.

Jemma somehow got me into this and started it, but why?

She resurrected her dead husband, Osiris.

Osiris became the ruler of the dead

and the afterlife.

I 'm Osiris.

Jemma sent me to the Spindle to stop them, stopping Ventor.

She needed me to repeat it as long as I could.

She had ... She believed me.

Shit, she still believed in me.

She knew I could beat them.

Hello. I need to learn to fight with a sword.

I have no idea what you just said.

I need to learn to fight with a sword.

There's something fascinating about you that I like.

I fly home to Shanghai in the morning.

-I'll only have one day. -It can be done in one day.

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EXPERIMENT 161

I'm a beginner, but I'm learning fast.

The one holding it makes him a weapon, Roy.

The sword is no more an improvement on you than a set of keys.

I have some training behind me, but I want to work hard.

In the secondary hands, the Jian sword is nothing more

than a low-quality piece of hardened steel.

But in the most determined grip and under the supervision of the most penetrating eyes

becomes a tool of extermination.

I had a very good teacher, but I need to learn more.

EXPERIMENT 174

EXPERIMENT 198

EXPERIMENT 200

Hi, handsome.

Are you giving up?

You're not going to fight a sword, are you?

I like your confidence.

Normally I tend to be more clever.

I have one thing on my tongue.

But it will wait.

Shit pretends to be made of steel.

You zkurvysyne.

I wanted to say this:

I'm Roy. And Roy's done it.

Mrs.

Fold?

I smell muffins. Can you feel them too?

I'm breaking up.

And now I'm blind.

-Looks like a two-foot-tall unicorn. -You slick bastard.

-Are you going for that gun? -I'm not going.

-And do you know why? -No.

Because it will be a great satisfaction for me to beat my soul out of you.

How is that?

If you say so?

-Spindle. She activated it. -And she sent me in, man.

She sent me inside to stop you,

then you killed her because she knew what you were, Ventor.

Wannabe dictator, determined to remake the whole world.

Fucking liberals.

Before releasing her Doll Maria, she bothered to mention

that a spindle reaction, if it lasts too long, can destroy an entire planet?

Don't worry, moron. When the world is over, you won't see it.

The spindle gives us the power of God

to transform our whole world, without tragedy.

-Adolf Hitler, September 11th. -Close your beak with the speech.

The past is the past, Ventor. She was created to stay behind us.

We live and learn from it.

Says an absent husband and a failing father.

I don't think you'll have any extra interest in transforming things.

-What about your son? -My son?

Little Joe, right?

If you came here to kill me,

so who will save his?

It never occurred to me that Joe was in danger.

In a million years, I wouldn't have thought to focus on him.

I'll kill Ventor and all those bastards a thousand times if they hurt him.

Sir, sir, behind the roadblock, sir. You can't go there.

Look, buddy, you have to get a roadblock.

How many times have I let him die?

My son!

This is my son! I have to save my son!

Born!

And here it is.

End of the world.

Why not?

Mine is over anyway.

I feel it. Not just death,

but how I fall apart. Every bit of mine splits on and on,

along with everything else.

There is nowhere to run and the only person who can help is dead.

What if I avenged her?

I'm the one who killed her. Not Ventor, me. I did it.

I killed her by fleeing our relationship.

Before raising our son. I killed her ...

When I didn't call her back.

I'm the reason she's dead.

I'm the reason Joe is dead.

I am the reason for the end of the world.

EXPERIMENT 205

What is this for?

Why should I even try?

Nothing will ever matter again.

Not when you lose everything you've ever loved.

Not if you are responsible for the end of the human race.

Good job, you bastard.

Can't you let me sleep well at least once?

So that's how it is.

That's how it is.

Will you just feel sorry for yourself? Forever, day after day?

Won't you do shit even if you can't do shit?

Born.

You will.

You will do something.

Time means nothing now. He no longer works against you.

They're stealing my car!

You never knew your son, so ...

If nothing else remained ...?

It's more than you ever deserved.

Hi, Joe.

Roy, what are you doing here? What happened?

I fell out of the barracks.

Will you lock up the school?

-I'll guess. Sports tournament. -How do you know?

-Where do you think I'm going? -Are you a steamer?

Hundred percent.

I saw you on the X-box every time I stopped, but I didn't want to

reveal to mom, you know?

I like the classic games of the eighties,

-jako Altered Beast a Double Dragon. -A Street Fighter?

I like that best.

-I also. -Yes? -Yeah.

-But I also like new things. -Hello, Roy,

do you think mom will be upset that i went to school?

You know what? She will be upset.

But I'll cover for you, okay?

-Good. -But no more squabbling, okay? -Okay.

-Good? -Clearly.

So let's play Street Fighter.

-You'll die. -You will die.

You will die and lose.

I screwed up. But I'm still alive!

This game is so old! What's his name? Glaca?

Galaga. Galaga.

Right in the face!

-I won anyway. -Of course.

K.O.

-You won! -Why do you like the game so much?

There are a lot of people chasing you and you have to kill them.

-To byl power boost. -Super arugula.

-Byla to arugula? -Arugen.

I shot you again!

Arugen!

-How did you ...? -You won!

-This is where it starts to be a force. -Yeah, get the girl. That girl.

You know what? I'll show you how.

He still comes here.

You have no idea.

-I'm not afraid of them. -You're smart for a boy who doesn't go to school very well.

I have my ways.

You got me again.

After all, I'm also a master.

I wanted back all the years I had missed.

Jemma had an expression

her acumen, sense of humor.

Thank God.

Then I saw him laugh and I saw myself.

Just a flash.

Watch my own face laugh at me

it breaks my heart.

I would do this all the time. And I could too.

We've ended the day like this more than a dozen times.

It never gets tired.

I like how he falls asleep when it's all over.

He doesn't even shake.

I want to tell him that I'm his father, as I did, but I'm scared.

I'm afraid he won't look at me like that again.

I don't want to see what I saw in his eyes again,

I'm so silent.

EXPERIMENT 249

I want to have a ship once and take my mom on it.

She doesn't go anywhere at all.

I would like to hire one.

-Najmeme si ji? -Lo??

Yeah. And we 'il export mom.

-Why not? -And when?

Anytime. We can ...

I'll tell him here this weekend.

Then he sends a message to my mom that we will all go sailing.

This usually happens.

Joey...

-You know, your mom ... -Yeah?

-Do you know what your mom is working on? -Osiride spindle?

Do you know what it does?

He can't talk about it, it's super secret or something.

But I heard her say it could wipe it all out,

like the whole world if they are not careful.

Do you believe that?

Yes I believe.

I wish I didn't believe it.

My mom believed in something and I let her down.

What do you mean?

-Last night, your mom ... -She didn't come home.

-I know. -Does he have a new boyfriend?

No. No new friends.

Did she learn I went to school?

-Looks like you were watching me. -Granted but...

Not for this reason.

-So why? -I do not know.

I saw you and I wanted to talk to you. We didn't say much.

Why do you think I was watching you?

Because Mom said something in the morning.

-Wait, what? -In the phone. It was weird.

I'm told if I have a problem, I'll find you.

Joe, it's Mom. Pick up the phone, please.

-I didn't know what he was talking about. -Did you talk to Mom today?

If something weird happens today, I want you to call Roy, okay?

-What time was it? -I do not know.

I'll write you his number, but call me again. Hi honey.

Dude, show me your phone.

Mom 7:03 in the morning

She was still alive when I woke up.

Ventor didn't kill her.

She wasn't dead yet.

Don't worry, son. I'll be back for you.

I'm coming back for both of you.

You killed her.

-How the hell did you get here? -Where is? Where is?!

-Did you try to erase the evidence? -I was trying to find out what he was doing,

-How she managed to lower the Spindle ... -Shut up, Brett!

Keep going. Keep going!

We didn't find out how Osiride's spindle worked.

We can't control the chain reaction she started.

Somehow she sabotaged it and now it's not answering.

Fuck work.

This spindle works.

It's you. She made the missing part of you.

How else would you get into a device?

How...

How many times have you done this before?

-Many times. -It works.

She was alive for at least 14 minutes after I woke up.

I have time to save her.

Okay. Ok lets go.

Jemma alone can stop this, and I have 14 minutes to get to her.

Well, let's go.

The bastard just jumped out.

Le?, you fucking hell. Le?!

I have twelve and a half minutes. Let the shop move.

Do it!

Have a nice flight, bitch.

And now I want a real KO

Donnybrook. Battle Royale.

Here with them, with everyone, so I can blow them out and I don't waste time.

Because I've been waiting a hell of a long time for this.

Maybe for too long.

I mean, you know, I don't have all day.

Hey, Brette!

You came for me.

You did it.

You came for me.

-How many attempts did it take? -Only one.

I do not have much time. Come on.

I couldn't tell you. They were watching me.

I had to sneak through the lab all night.

I barely got the book to you.

It was just right.

I think Ventor sent someone to Joe.

No one left, Jemma. It's nothing, everyone.

Joe receives her.

He went to school for video games, but he's fine.

How do you know?

He likes a class girl named Camille,

who showed all the buses to school,

but he's afraid to ask her out.

He and his friend Wyatt lied a few weeks ago

about their age to get to a paintball tournament.

Remember those bruises on your neck?

He said something bit him.

He broke his wrist on a skateboard last month

-and now it's making such a weird sound. -Clearly.

She loves dogs, especially pugs

and thinks you should save someone.

About your birthday about a year ago

drew Van Gogh's Starry Night with watercolors,

because he knew it was your favorite picture.

She thinks Mom works hard and smiles a little.

But the boy loves you so much.

How can I stop this, Jemma?

It's not a stop, Roy. This is a restart.

I used your DNA as the missing part inside the Spindle

-What does it mean? -That you have to enter the core of the Spindle,

then, in theory,

the space-time continuum should be reset and restarted.

-Theoretical. -I do not know.

Honestly, I don't know, Roy.

The whole thing is repaid terribly hastily. I tried to stop Ventor.

I didn't even know if it worked until you showed up.

Realize I only saw you yesterday.

And I haven't seen you in eternity before.

I didn't know what else to do, where else to turn.

I knew the man you were.

I know the man you are.

But I don't know what will happen to you if you go there.

But I know what happens if I don't go.

Did you see that. End of the world.

-Yeah. -What was it?

Like everything you can imagine, but a million times worse.

Will it start if I go through it?

Is it reset? Will you and Joe be safe?

If you return your matter to the core, it should.

Maybe you can't do it.

Maybe you will cease to exist.

In that case...

kiss me and tell me you love me.

I love you.

-Wait for me, okay? -I'll wait.

Well, hell, let's go.

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