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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 is he?

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.

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 take 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 he'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!

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 that they trust 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.

He may be.

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 by 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
you, if I gave you my number,

to decide that I too am
interesting enough to call me?

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, among a thousand,

a pale flower raised its 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, 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 do you like fools now?

Fuck you.

Hey! Go get a drink, we
grownups have a chat, huh?

Beer!

Is that jewel yours?

Now it's yours.

It's not my birthday

Jossino Vohl.

How's Moody doing?

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.

She alone.

I'm sorry, but, you forget it. She
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 him...
short, but interesting life.

Well, because I have questions.

And she has the answers: if
she satisfies me she will never see

me again, but if she doesn't
she will never see anyone else.

I'm waiting for a call from her.

Good evening Miss.

It has been a long time since a beautiful
woman like her has given me her number.

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.

Now he's 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 the
son of his friend, 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 he 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 to take 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 for 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 put your fine
interrogation methods on

hold, I want her 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 he would look for another one.

Just as we were getting closer.

We have men in all
airports, ports and stations.

He won't run away, he'll lick
his 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 struggled,
he was just like that.

He didn't save my
life, he gave me a life.

He 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. It was
here before I arrived.

2 5 8 5 0 2 4 5 8 6.

Received, I put under Doc.

Okay.

Doc did it, 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.

He 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
dead 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 hall
full of wealthy people

who donate 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:

keep 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 are 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.

She is 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 guess 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 shark tank,

on a thin line and
the wind in her 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 perhaps I think I have
even identified some of my old

adversaries, whom I
particularly thank for being here.

And, to have reconsidered
the mistakes made.

During all these years...
I have pleasantly learned

that there is no better
way to ennoble one's spirit

what to do good, 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 so many children,
boys, 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 through!

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 down

when someone decides
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.

He knows? 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 profession, 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 child, 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 did

to his son by 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 positive 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,

who sometimes 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

means 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, nooo!

Nooo! 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 be?