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You are not real
Isn't your eyes green?
And your hair?
You are not what I thought.
Someone who would never say that. It proves it.
You don't as I thought. Isn't your eyes green?
That proves it. Real people will never say that
I can make it like what I want. That proves it.
Real people will never say that
The problem is, even after everything,
I want to believe.
Duct-affixed to the chair,
inches from being forgotten,
I still want to believe it.
This is the myth we use only five percent of our brain.
Ask anyone who is missing even the smallest one.
No, we use almost all of that,
and usually that's not enough.
We never caught a turtle sitting on a turtle sitting on top....
Yes.
These are turtles along the way.
Much needs to be learned.
It's too late.
p>
Are you ready?
What do you have for breakfast? This morning, Mr. Herzman
Who cares about that? </ P>
I only get the sound level. </ P>
Ham and eggs, like every morning
Good.
The train is hell.
and they might not succeed.
Heat from the body... Their hell is worse
But my father pushed me to edge.
There are no windows there, but there are bars,
and sometimes through the bar breathe fresh air
Heaven. </ P>
We stop at a station somewhere. </ P>
Still standing worse than moving,
even if you is moving for something bad
A little light hits my eyes,
so I squeeze closer to slat
Then arrive- arrived...
beautiful face appeared...
with plain blue eyes
Angels.
But I don't believe in angels ,
Even when I was a kid, certainly not in this place.
Herzman's story has been shown in a local newspaper and was appointed nationally.
Before they realized it, they had a book agreement, and there was talk about a film. </ p >
I thought it would work an interesting documentary
History Channel? Something like that
Yes.
Internet said you made a movie.
Usually. I prefer fiction.
Why is that?
This is more trustworthy.
I'm late, as usual,
rush to make 9:40 to Hudson where the Herzman family lives.
In the city, you always hurry please
Must get to the meeting, business lunch, ATM.
People are just obstacles, inconvenience.
And once in a while, your face you can't get out of your mind.
Who is this person,
and how? Our path crosses?
What history did he bring, and what myth? Maybe we make it if we are only given a chance?
And you want to say something, But you can't find his words.
You are not that person
So he will always be the face between faces, a password.
You will never talking on the phone, know the scent
You won't face each other on a bistro table,
Taste Malbec, learn their favorite colors each.
He, in short, every girl you will never know,
never loves
It's better not to see it at all
Now you understand ancient wisdom...
Tearing off offensive eyes.
Unless I have caught it on my camera
And like that, he's gone.
I get a few B-roll, and he just faces across the stage.
There is no reason to believe <br You will see it again. </ P>
There are physicists who believe there is a universe like us...
but with one or two things change.
I thought there might be a universe where we could meet
I didn't think it would be this one.
Other universes </ p >
Yes.
What do you believe
I feel comfortable.
For the sake of simplicity, Let's take care of this universe.
It's a little girl, maybe five or six,
with beautiful blonde curls.
He peered at me through slat,
boys only a little older than him
What should he think of? from this train...
and the strange cargo?
We look at each other,
only a few inches away,
but maybe so different continents
Then he makes a quick move,
and his little finger is pushed through slat.
He dropped something into the palm of my hand,
and a moment later, as if the universe had known that this time was over,
the train starts again.
I look down at my hand,
and I see that he has given me...
a golden cross small from around his neck
Always there when when your life changes,
even though you may not be aware of that.
Words spoken,
light breaks through someone's face in a certain way, </ p >
when you are aware you are in love or not.
History has turned on its axis, and you will never be the same.
There.
Was she stained? her eyes or smeared tears?
That touch, however small, turned into flesh and blood for me...
Soul with the past, live with a bow.
A beautiful girl on a train is one thing,
a girl who cries the whole other problem
I'm not sure if it's true The same girl I've seen before.
He looks different.
Is it are you okay?
Sorry. You just... You look upset.
You know, the train can make people sad
This is as in all of that country-western songs
- Country. - Right
There's always a train, and there's always someone who is sad .
No. Nobody calls it country and west in 30 years. </ P>
- alright - Your lens shows. </ P>
This is my job. </ P>
If you are a private eye, you suck it. </ P>
There is nothing secretly. I was filming a documentary. </ P>
Is it now </ p >
Shame camera?
Who are the people who believe photos capture your soul?
Aboriginal people
Sure enough they are wrong.
What is this about? Your film
I think you can say This is a love story.
I think documentary is nonfiction
It will be cynicism?
You think just because something really happened, not fiction?
I'm pretty sure this isn't yours. Average girl on the commuter lane.
He gives you personal details
He has a way to turn away < br /> your question about
you think you are talking about it, but you really only talk about yourself.
Why are you crying
You tell me.
I can make it whatever I want
Sure.
Good.
Seven years ago, you met A man on this train was very.
You have to speak, but you never exchanged more than your first name.
He get off at Poughkeepsie.
When you step onto the stage, you realize you should go with him.
He is that man. He is yours the chance to get away from the wheel.
But the train is already moving. You missed your chance
So you spent weeks looking around the Poughkeepsie directory,
but you only have Which is his first name
Which one?
Bob, unfortunately.
If it's Zebediah.
You call everyone from 373 Roberts, Bobs and Bobbys.
- I will never call Bobby. - no luck
But every day for seven years,
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You buy your ticket, you take the train,
take it to Poughkeepsie,
The next stop is Westport. Westport Station in two minutes.
It's a man's story.
Yes?
I won't spend a lot of time tracking someone down if they kill my mother
So you really won't tell me
you know, the difference is between trains and planes are,
on the train, if you don't like conversations,
you can change your seat.
Or go down at the stop next.
Don't ask for your number?
Let me see your hand
You will tell me my luck?
It's easy. </ P>
You will know happy times. You will lose what you love You will die
Can I get second opinion?
Another thing about trains is,
You can see the world passing in real time
When you are eight miles old, you can convince yourself...
you're still the same person when you go down
So, a million questions without a questionnaire,
one hundred nights played back.
How do I find myself? on this sweaty bed?
Who is this person next to me?
Why is there a trace hurt again? than I remember the wound?
Right. Memory is flawed.
But it's not the memory of all that knit when we existence becomes feel yourself?
Of course, philosophically the question loses strength...
when you're staring at for your own death.
This is one thing to know will die at some point...
in an uncertain future,
the others to watch the wind clock drops.
And, yes, I'm not the only person dead in the room
So you go back to work?
I have to finish the project.
But now you have a name.
There is no Lexi & apos; s in Westport
There are three Alexandras, But none of them is him. </ P>
When we arrived at the camp, everything was very simple
Someone pointed left or right, and you live or you die
For my mother and sister, death.
I am big enough to work, so I Father and I go right.
I still hold the little cross in my hand,
but I see them taking every little piece of gold they can find...
Rings, bracelets.
You can only save it patches on your teeth.
That's what they took when you were dead
I decided on it there...
that I will hold on to the small crossing the girl has given me,
no matter what
I tucked it under my tongue.
Have a mission,
Even if it's only in your mind,
keeps you alive
When I don't work,
I find myself wandering in street.
I thought I saw it Maybe a dozen times a day.
Somehow, I always end up back in the same place
I remembered old photos I've seen somewhere.
Pay attention to things in real time,
and it's easy to believe we are part from the world,
our presence is more than coincidence.
But a long exposure reveals the truth
We are only ghosts,
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So a man gets him coffee and morning paper
In front of him, he sees this vision
Beautiful I mean, come out from the swimsuit edition
He let it go.
The next day, he returned to the shop and he asked the owner,
"Do you know the girl who bought lottery tickets?" </ P>
Right? </ P>
Well, our child person is a habitual creature,
own plant where he gets a look from the shop,
searches sooner or later he will come for his ticket.
He is obsessed.
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The day changes to weeks. The season changes
He appears late to work. He is not available to his friends
But don't you know that? The day he finally decided to give it all...
He appeared. </ P>
It turned out he was out of town. </ P>
Let me guess. He never moved.
Why?
He saw the future.
They would cheat, and enter that time was nothing more than that...
Infidelity.
He could anticipate snoring his throat,
He closes his eyes, and he can almost smell it.
That will be good, but they have about many opportunities...
make it in long term as he won the lottery.
Because good is never perfect.
In his hot mind, he realizes...
distance that can't be bridged between real and ideal.
So he would rather let him walk go with his sad lottery ticket.
He prefers let him stay the purity of his imagination...
rather than succumb to the spectacle of flesh and blood, aroma and sadness.
He lost something, of course .. .
Other conquests, maybe also an eternal relationship.
But think about what he got in return.
He will forever be the one who waits in the snow and rain...
day by day for lottery girls
He will be one < br /> who walks away...
this time His dream is realized.
He will become a myth.
You want to know what really happened?
Sure.
He left the place /> in his hand, extra hot.
He almost dropped it, they attacked a conversation, and they started dating.
Two children and a summer house in Montauk?
It lasts eight months. "This isn't you, it's me." Things like that.
What? Don't be arrogant He tried it.
Now I know your secret.
Don't know I have it.
Tidak tahu aku memilikinya.
You would rather have a great story than great love
You don't think it's weird run into her like that?
I don't think I think at all
What?
I don't know enough If you are a victim or suspect.
Well, I think you can be beautiful many say that about anyone
And lottery tickets?
He wins.
You try to find me?
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There is no Lexi & apos; s in Westport.
I did not say I live in Westport.
You have to give a man fair opportunity
I found you, didn't I?
You look different.
Different days
What is the color of your hair?
If they know they will do it always be a stranger,
it frees them
You can create me in any way want to, and I it will never disappoint
I can ask you to kill me, and I will not know if you will carry it out
We have no reason Lie to each other....
unless the lie is more beautiful than the truth.
We are no longer on the train.
No?
How do you find me? </ P>
Don't say that you are one of those New Age type who doesn't believe in accidents. </ P>
You won't ask me to kill someone, right?
Why not show what you are doing
Can I get you a pill for that?
Actually, the pain please help me remember
Sister in Saint Jude & apos; s will agree with you
Catholic School
You bet. </ P>
The patron saint
I hold the cross under my tongue...
until someone bleeds. </ P>
I eat with it... like that. </ P>
I sleep with it. </ P>
Finally the pain fades and the heartless comes. </ P >
My father only managed a few weeks.
One morning he refused to work,
and they beat him to death with their rifles
p>
Bullets are too expensive.
When I was young, my mother used to be tell me this story when things went bad
"The world ended when Jesus > depending on the cross, "he said.
at the last moment of the life of a Roman fortune teller.
Coffee?
That's when he asked you to Carl Pruitt's tail
Not at first. </ P>
I know he's hiding something, something from his past
That's not so much what he said...
That's how he said
More ways he didn't say it what he didn't say
You're some kind of police detective?
Yes.
You don't look like a cop.
Yes? What is the police looks like?
It's better to dress
Guy deceives his wife. I see everything here.
Yes, I'm sure you have.
Tidak seperti cerita dari sopir taksi
A man tries to strangle a whore back seat. I say, "Not in my taxi."
He said, "I gave a big tip. "
So what are you doing?
I drove him away. He strangled on the road, his business.
Not in a taxi me. Damn people, okay
The big tip covers it. Murder?
Yes, I understand. Not in your taxi
You can bet you.
That's it.
Want to hear the weirdest story ever
Dwarf? < br /> What?
Somehow they always seem to be involved dwarves, and they are never right.
This happens 100%.
My brother , he's bad luck this girl is two years old
Meet in the spinning class. You know, bikes don't go anywhere?
Only women in this class. My brother joins for women.
So he's fucking this girl. Overnight he asked, could his friend come along.
My sister likes winning the lottery
Of course. More festive. </ P>
Let me guess. That friend is male. </ P>
Man? Are you crazy? Is it more beautiful than one of my damn brothers
Big tits, everything. So they have a wild night. </ P>
Everything is on the menu , soup to peanuts.
My brother thought he died straight to heaven
In the morning, I got a call. He got up, everyone gone...
Girl, wallet, flat screen.
He calls the police, but nothing to do
The cell doesn't work anymore. He goes from a spinning class like he never existed.
Let me straighten this out.
He is with him for two year so he can steal his TV?
His whole house is lucky he leaves him his underwears.
I say it's a crazy story.
He never found it?
Every day he saw him.
On the subway, walked on the road.
But never him. A woman He followed for half an hour.
He called the police.
My brother was never the same. Stop spinning classes even.
So he has you playing detective
Not until the next time I see that he asked me.
Time in camp. ..
stands outside normal time
Time in camp...
stands outside normal time
Hello?
Can you meet me
Where do I grow up everything flat, even city. </ P>
This seems more honest. </ P>
Eye to eye with everyone, You can assure your own is not so different. </ P>
Step above homelessness To get to your penthouse,
You know better. </ P>
Growing poor
Events?
My mother always gets mixed with the wrong people
Daddy came out before I was born
p>
Can't say I blame him.
Have you tried and found it?
I heard he had an uncle in the east.
That's why I came here initially. </ P>
You're still close to your mother?
I grew up using her as a model who didn't become.
When I was about seven years old, finally she /> seems to make his life run smoothly.
Stop drinking, meet a man from a wealthy family.
He always wants me to be provided, </ p >
so he agreed to put something for me.
That's good for a while. For a while.
He never put a hand on me ,
But I decided at that time I would never be a victim.
It's important to be guarded promise to yourself
No? </ P>
This is the photo he showed you? </ P>
I know I will do it what is needed to help him
Initially, "You know you It's rude, isn't it, honey?"
Makes you feel like you always wrong.
If I don't do this, don't say that
You look in the mirror One morning and realize...
it's not only yours eyes Your mother has,
This is bruising around them.
Is that why you called me?
I called you...
for drunk.
That's when he told you he was married
Not so many words.
More ways he didn't say what what doesn't he say?
So who is he?
The person who is approaching you.
What makes you think there is only one? </ p >
Satan takes many forms, But actually there is only one.
You must be a priest.
Not a choice for women.
I will make a horrible nun.
There is always one who set the standard
For most guys, these girls in college who barely know they exist.
There are some From that, I think.
That too.
If you have gathered the courage to talk to him,
You must have noticed it His teeth are not perfect. </ p >
The eyes are slightly tilted.
You have noticed how always quirks it...
we found the most interesting in the beginning to be the most annoying from time to time?
What about you
I'm more comfortable on this side
As long as there is no tape on inside
This is digital. There is no tape
It was high school, the back seat of the car.
I hope to be more original again.
He plays it cool, a little smile on his face.
But in that smile there is a world hope and sadness.
Flowers are beautiful, but it's dead
The girl is fertile, but she will age
They will not find each other in old age a house on the edge of the world that bright.
It won't end in LA
This is when they are, and they better accept it.
If there is something you need to tell me...
about your relationship with this young woman,
now will be the time
I need to know if possible to find out...
I need to know if it's possible to get to know someone...
- I love you. - Really know someone
I always.
I want to know what is real...
p>
Our soul is born together at the beginning of time.
And what is the image of himself in my head
I love you. I love you. I always. </ P>
Our souls are born together at the beginning of time. </ P>
I love you. I always. </ P> p>
I'm always. Our souls are born together at the beginning of time.
Our souls are born together at the beginning of time.
I love you. I love you. </ P>
Our souls were born together at the beginning of time. </ P>
It wasn't in college. We met in the museum.
Impressionist
How do you know
You always find the best woman on the impressionist wing.
He invited me back to his place,
and we sat on the couch.
When he woke up to throw the log into the fire,
p>
I saw a little stiffness in the steps.
I don't know how small the marks age...
made it real for me
He was perfected by his imperfection.
And at that moment, I can see the future.
We will move together into the bright mist,
against age and decay, losing glory
I will come to love his cancer scars, rheumatic knees.
And I know it's sex and love just animal stuff,
genes like what's good for them
But there might be other possibilities. </ p >
Maybe we are more than the number of our parts.
But there is another future.
He will leave me, or I will leave it
I will feel the pain but only temporarily.
And I know that I ran to him a year later,
he didn't will be someone I can imagine falling in love with
So which future do you choose?
Sometimes the scorpions sting you,
even if that means he will also sink
When I was a child, my mother told about saints
Saint Jude always become my favorite >
But there are conditions.
Kenapa kamu benar-benar memanggilku?
Saya setuju untuk membantunya dengan Pruitt,
Tapi ada kondisi.
He still hasn't told me why he was so crying that day I met him on the train.
He was a brave man.
He was in Cuba on business < br /> during the revolution
Somehow he managed to convince Both sides he was with them.
He infiltrated the guerrillas on behalf of the government, </ p >
told the revolutionaries he gathered intelligence for them.
Both parties suspected he was the CIA
I thought finally he even > do not know what's true.
One time he could warn a village about an impending attack
About a dozen families managed to escape.
Do you have chocolate? </ P>
I want you to do this for me, Danny
What will follow? with my camera giving you?
Ammo.
Not everyone has a double life.
Not everyone have a secret.
That's where you're wrong
You assume parents That man is his great uncle?
I imagine he is only a few /> the old timer he used as a prop.
He was very good with the story.
That's when you agreed followed Carl Pruitt.
He was a criminal defense lawyer
I know he must have some bad associations,
but I don't really think about it.
You are led to believe this ammo...
is for potential divorce process?
He never really the divorce </ p >
Right.
The way he doesn't say it what he doesn't say
About a week in, it starts to attract.
That's the first time you see James Fenetree?
Well, we're not formally introduced, but, yes, that's it.
Of course we already know that.
For the record, I didn't leave it. </ P>
So, sometimes scorpions are stung too
You play back the last weeks and for days looking for excuses.
Did you say something wrong, did a heartless action?
Could it be that it was very fragile?
Or you could continue .
Envy couples who have been together for so long...
they don't remember why
On one-eyed land, envy in blind people.
By approaching Americans, they are in a hurry...
to finish with us
Finally it's my turn.
I rethink little girl near the train.
In a bad place looks so big...
Also very small,
so every day...
I believe...
that this little action goodness saves my life
I must know that /> there is something else,
some people are there who can be good and kind
You don't see anything strange about He shows you about Carl Pruitt? </ P>
Not a family portrait. </ P>
It's taken with a telephoto lens. </ P>
Well, he doesn't like taking photos of it
Right. Natives
I think I have a lot of faith.
Well, I think of all of you Movie people are atheists.
Only when it comes to God.
In the morning, so much excitement
Camp guards are gone
People run around.
Americans have released camps
They have hot food for us...
Only a few broths with a little meat
But it's been a long time had something so hot and good,
I ate it so fast that a little the cross was released, and I almost choked.
Just think about it...
If I were all done > I have choked...
for this kind of gift
I took it out of my mouth...
and hung it around my neck. </ P>
Seorang anak Yahudi memakai salib?
I'm tired of explaining it.
So if they think I have repented, let them.
I've seen Pruitt enter the building several times,
so I decided to get a better view.
Have you ever seen him before?
Spider is his name.
Of course. </ P>
Carl represents him several times. </ P>
He is required to do certain the amount of pro bono work. </ P>
And spider?
He is a provider. Medicines, girls, you name it.
Carl likes to be paid one way or another.
Do you ask for time?
Do I need some sort of wrist band?
This is not part of the club.
I can't pass this person ,
so I think I'll be back in the night again.
He must rest sooner or later
You don't think you might enter your head
Ever tried and jumped a moving train?
If there is something you need to tell me...
about your relationship with this young woman,
will now be the time
I think I'm not a suspect.
But you are willing to enter a potentially dangerous situations...
armed with a video camera.
I think I want to know what is real...
and whatever image of himself in my head
I need to know if it is possible to get to know someone,
really know someone
It seems like a very important.
My wife died last year. Thirty years.
I got a call I usually make. Car accident.
Funny thing is, he even no It should be tonight,
but he comes out.
He will go to see the man who is screwed.
For weeks -weeks bouncing between anger, hurt, loss.
The hardest thing is to jump from one feeling to the next.
I can't get a foothold.
So finally I decided to choose one emotion
I tried to remember it who was he...
and why I love him
And then when it's dark feelings will increase,
I will...
Apa yang kamu sebut itu kapan? Anda mengubah timah menjadi emas?
Alchemy.
I will take everything about him, Even things I hate,
and I will tell him in my mind how it makes me love him...
because that is what makes him who he is, even the shortcomings
I see him every day.
Love someone half your life, then wake up one morning...
and you can't find any things about them not to hate.
I've seen women carved /> for ribbons by men...
who two days ago would have jumped in front of the truck to be rescued
I wouldn't let that happen.
I won't turn gold to lead
Does that work?
Sometimes.
You know, there is a tab < br>> on the camera menu,
You can turn it off the calculation light?
That way the suspect doesn't know he's being recorded
You're good. You share. I share.
Really?
Didn't Jesus say, "What is truth"?
Actually, I thought it was Pilate .
I finally managed to to New York
I found a job with a relative who sold a small gift,
trinkets religious from the church
He always made fun of me.
"Sir," he called me because of the cross
"Go and sell the saints. "
So every day I go to the cart come out at Coney Island.
I don't believe how happy everyone is... .
just for nothing, for some cotton candy...
and some ridiculous rides.
This happiness is more alien to me...
than a new language
One day I pushed my cart...
Now this beautiful young woman is approaching to buy something for her niece
I heard she has an accent, so we start speaking German
I never spoke about my experience...
with non-Jews, certainly not Germans
But he is very good , very soft,
I let him know I was a Jew.
He could think of the rest.
So many different between us,
but it's so easy to talk to him
I never forget his smile.
Finally he bought a trinket,
and I reach down to put it in the bag,
and the cross comes out from under my shirt
His eyes become very big...
like two blue puddles.
"Where did you get this?" he asked.
I didn't want to tell him the whole story ,
But of course he already knows.
"Why are Jewish boys? wearing a cross?"
It seems forever.
We both said nothing.
Then there were tears in his eyes
"I was punished when I told Parents I, I have lost it. "
I have found my savior,
and we walk for hours, just talking...
Two people are very different.
It feels like we know each other throughout our lives,
which, of course, we have...
in our imagination
Seeing the worst that people are capable of,
I've also seen the best for him.
Now that I have found it, I promise him, promise to myself,
I will never lose him again.
And I've never broken that promise
I'm wrong.
You don't want to choose between the two of them a great love and a great story above the kitchen sink,
Kamu pikir itu apa ini?
Aku terbangun suatu pagi,
dan aku melihat ibuku berdiri di atas wastafel dapur,
and suddenly I know what hell is.
You see the world, but you are not in it
People walk past the grave You,
laugh, live, forget you
But still you still,
a bead of consciousness in a universe that doesn't care. </ P>
p>
But what if there is a way out?
What if there is a bridge for a moment,
the story, a sentence of our lives?
Do we become part of the story?
Does it become our eternity?
I don't know why I didn't do it Tell him about the Herzman family.
I wonder if it saved my life
The idea is that I collected the record and we will meet later in the restaurant.
You should fight for it.
You think it's him the imperfection you love ,
But that's really just the story.
Makes you a better man...
than you want leave him for someone younger ones.
Big lost love has its appeal,
even for a girl like me.
The story doesn't age and die.
You can tell them over and over.
The problem is, they always end up the same
Seriously, man, what is the fuck you think
A fair question
I mean, what do you expect?
Cursed if I know.
Cursed if not.
Good
Yes? Good,
take it to the graveyard
What am I doing here?
Hey, man, you're chugged here in my own steam.
That is a rhetorical question.
I ask myself.
I know what "rhetorical" means.
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No respect.
Do you know what I like about vampire stories?
Very good.
I can't start guessing it .
The victim must be invited vampires in
I think I might have misjudged you
This is a common mistake.
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Do you really think you can have it?
Think she had ever Show yourself the truth?
Girls like Lexi, he isn't about thoughts
He tells you what floats his boat?
Tells you to grab his hair,
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pushes her face onto the pillow?
Tell her she likes being rude?
I only have funny thoughts.
I will not think you will > in an atmosphere of laughter.
About a patron saint for the missing cause
Yes, that's one of the rap.
Unlike you, I don't imagine it the first man he said.
Maybe not the first one to be used This is on his neck too.
You always trust women when they said you were their first?
Actually I never believed that.
Well, there's still hope for you.
And Spider your name Why you...
Why do you have scorpion tattoos?
You have the right to keep quiet
Hey, I'm just saying. Just saying
In the end, doing all that exhaustion really paid off?
I mean Look where I am. See where you sit.
Doesn't that attack you? funny?
Well, it's not funny.
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I have this theory about intelligence...
That prevents seeing something
What? Do you think he cares
Just what I think.
Only smart people are so stupid
This is another smart guy. See how damn smart? </ P>
Our girl asks you to get some dirt in the old Carl there, which isn't hard to do.
She is much more interested pain than women.
What is the difference?
But you fell in love with him.
Decide you have to have it.
He brought it out to a man.
Let me guess.
I killed him.
Look? They are smart again.
Why did I kill him if he killed him? Will leave it? </ P>
Wait a minute. </ P>
Because he put fucking nails through your hands
Of course, I've done it following Pruitt ,
collects all of these recordings, so it has certain logic.
Spider
Scorpions.
Do you like pain or something?
Look, I know clever has limitations,
but mute won't catch you very far away.
Seriously?
You really think you will end...
on the island of paradise with him?
You are right really don't know what , are you
- he's not real - No?
He just shows you what he needs
Look, someone like you will never get what he is about.
Upper West Side waist.
Think I don't know you?
You walk, afraid to give the smallest violation.
Tell them what they want to hear, fuck their schedule,
tiptoes nine steps behind them.
You're right, hoss
He will never be real to you.
Almost finished here
And you think that nail is an idea good because
He pisses me off.
So, let me go straight.
He killed Carl, then he hammer nails into his own hands
Carl patted him with nails, but he freed himself.
He did Carl with the knife,
and Carl was only left in it To put a bullet between his eyes.
What did I say about improvisation?
Where is he? I want to see it.
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I have been waiting a long time.
Who are you?
Jesus.
Now he is dead.
He is not get to know you.
You have a gun
Why doesn't he know you?
No. Leave me. </ P>
You are sure, honey
He is my responsibility
There is my girl
Come on. You can do better than that
If that makes a difference, I'm sorry.
Can't blame the scorpion for stinging you
What did he say?
About living an alternative future in the last moment of your life
The last future instantly your life
What is all this? What is this? </ P>
Are you always the last one? to realize that you are dead? </ P>
Always the last to realized you have been dead all this time?
Maybe it should be so paying more attention to
Well, that is that death I crossed my eyes.
No. Let me. </ P>
There is my girl
For the record, I never liked it harshly. </ P>
He pisses me off. </ P>
You are not what I think. </ P>
You are exactly what I thought. </ P>
He won't need it. </ P>
So where are you going? </ P>
A warm place.
Who are you when did you get there?
You found me that much When I found myself, Danny.
Vampires can't enter without invitations
I know he doesn't come with the line itself.
You want me to tell you It's real to me
That I love you if only for a moment?
That's why you live and Spider has died.
Good.
I love you.
I'm always.
Our souls are born together at the beginning of time.
I can't tell you anything you don't know
I trust you.
Will you remember me
Safe bet
The problem is, even after all,
I want to believe. </ P>
Duct-taped on the chair, nails through my hands,
two people died on the floor,
I still want to believe it .
Homo credit. Humans are believers.
Pretty damn stupid
Just overmatched
They are smarter than us . You know that.
At least you're not one of them dead people on the floor
Does that make me suspect?
I don't think you were killed Carl Pruitt.
And I don't really think that he ever expected you to take rap
My guess is that the plan is to get rid of Pruitt and Spider at the same time.
So why use me?
What spiders don't have in moral clarity,
He is made to be on the smart road.
He knows someone must have to take a fall for Pruitt.
Well, he assured him it was you...
so he wouldn't know that he has been all this time.
But why kill Spider?
I think he has a short fuse on this kind of thing
Tell him he likes being rude?
He never married Carl.
It seems like he doesn't know him.
He knows him.
But I decided that time too I would never be a victim.
Mother married her.
He killed her.
DA /> go for premeditated murder
Carl claims that he came to him with a kitchen knife
He was released.
He never said it he married her
What?
Or that he was he who defeated him He was just...
You looked in the mirror < br /> One morning and realized...
Not only is your eyes your mother Got it, it's bruised around them.
She's just...
He just let me fill in the blanks
It turns out that mom insists it Carl makes blind trust for Lexi...
before he marries her
Carl assigns trust will not apply...
until he and his mother died.
He always wanted me to be provided,
so he agreed to put something for me.
He cleansed that trust three days ago.
I imagined him connected to him Spider as a way to get to Pruitt.
He represented him < >> on some beef medicine well if we can see the rest of the room
Well, I will be more careful Next time I drop my camera.
You will make me record have you collected?
So I'm free to go?
I'm curious though.
Anda akan membuat saya rekaman yang telah Anda kumpulkan?
Jadi aku bebas pergi?
Saya penasaran sekalipun.
Sebelumnya Anda menyebutkan sesuatu tentang pasangan itu, keluarga Herzman.
Something you've never told him.
I don't want it to do this. Never.
I'm in the camp, <br As I said
And I saw a lot of trains passing with inmates
But I never even saw Morris.
That day was in Coney Island was the first time we met. </ P>
We fell in love and were married. </ P>
The important part is true. </ P>
But the girl's story with a cross? Your angel
That's what I made.
That was just trinkets he sold.
I think it's very funny, you know, a Jewish boy who sells crosses
I've used it ever since.
But it's not even real .
Of course it's real. That's not real gold.
When book publishers check their facts,
they find the date and places don't match.
Morris comes clean, but of course He lost the book and movie deal.
Why did he do it? For the sake of money?
Not exactly.
That is a story that beautiful. That makes people happy.
But that's not true.
Agh! It makes them feel good.
Is it Do you care when reading a novel? that it didn't really happen? </ P>
Are you angry with Shakespeare because Juliet never said those words? </ P>
Our love is real. Fifty years.
That part is real.
So what's more important?
I gave them something beautiful, and now gone
Are there too many beauties In the world?
Believe me, where I am Not much beauty.
A story like this must exist < br /> remember those unfortunate souls...
more hope than a hundred golden crosses.
That's why I'm on the train When I see Lexi for the second time. </ P>
I was on my way to follow up interviews with Herzmans. </ P>
Welcome to that He never let me shoot him.
Maybe he's right.
About that captures your soul.
He asks if I will choose great love or a great story </ p >
But is there a difference really?
In the end, you don't who you think you are
You are who I feel.
In the material world, you are uncontrolled, unpredictable,
chatter random movements.
I catch you with words, and you know, if only for a moment.
We imagine we create words.
But what if they create us?
Words are spells > weave magic spells
what will close it?
Why don't I know Detective Martin?
I guess I'm never pure victim or suspect
You could say so an accomplice of sorts.
Check my heart
Why did I give him memory? card, let he keeps his soul?
Why do I go back there, full of meaning?
Sometimes you just need find out how the story ends
Of course, I returned it to my hard disk
I really missed it Our conversation, Danny.
But this time I went /> have to imagine your side.
On the one hand, that too...
because we can never really know each other, right? </ p >
Men and women, people and people,
we are alone in the end.
But maybe it's okay.
That's which makes us hope and fear and sometimes love each other.
That is what keeps us awake at night...
and makes us pull blankets on above our place head against morning glare.
This is the pulse in your brain at 4:00 am when you look for a bathroom...
in a stranger's apartment to urinate chemicals from the night before.
That finger scratched the tile,
my knees pointed to the ceiling, my back was curved like a cat.
Love is religion, a refusal to death,
a down to fiction and an impossibility,
lighting a candle, an impossible bridge,
raving mad people above the city of IRT
This is the cellar of this tenement the smell of cockroaches and his death.
Jesus is above Rio.
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Denial of death
This is sex and it withers.
This is blood on the floor.
You will kill for it and die for it
This is hope and death of hope.
It fills you up and empties you in the same heartbeat.
Bridges that are impossible.
This is hope and hope of death.
Love without sex is life without death.
Sex without danger is God without a devil.
If you cannot take risks damned, don't imagine you can ever love.
Love ties your arms to the cross,
moves your nails through your hands and feet.
Love is a spear that stabs your side...
and the blood and bile the splash goes to the ground.
This is a cup vinegar pressed to your lips...
and thorns Push into your scalp.
This is a desert mirage, an echo in the cave ,
your own words come back to mocking you
These are all good paintings. You will never see...
and the way we know the art of scratching an elephant can make with its suitcase.
Hard center or soft? </ P>
Soft. </ P>
Never care for a hard center. </ P>
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