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-Thanks very much.

-Quick, get in the car.

-There you go, ma'am.

-All right?

DOORMAN [OFFSCREEN]: Give your wife my regards, sir.

-Let's go.

Champagne.

Thank you.

So we were at the Pheasantry about a year ago.

-Mhm.

-Terrible place, surrounded by these awful pop

stars all the time.

Rodney comes up to me and says, I'd like you to meet my

lovely new wife.

So then Gerald spots us, and he thinks we've come together.

So he says, I'm glad to see you two have patched it up.

[laughs]

-I think we've nearly finished the bottle, haven't we?

Doesn't matter.

There's more in the boot, a whole case.

Give me--

give me one more little kiss, Nicki.

It was just a--

-Oh my god!

No!

Please, God, no!

Willie!

-I didn't even see him!

-You've killed me darling Willie!

Why didn't you look where you was going?

-He came out of nowhere!

-Now, I'm all alone in the world.

No husband, no insurance.

-Yes.

-And the kids!

The poor little dears will be begging in the streets for

scraps of food.

-I wasn't even going that fast.

-Then bloody hell!

You've killed the only man I ever loved.

Willie.

You know, I'm sure that's going to be good enough for

the police.

-Police?

-Yeah, straight on.

You're a murderer, ain't ya?

-Well, uh, um, obviously, uh, I know that, uh, money could

never take the place of a loved one.

-What do you think you're doing there?

-What's your name?

-Molly.

-Molly.

-Molly Ivers.

-Molly Ivers.

You see, Molly, I'd really much rather that the police

were not involved, huh?

-Are you putting me on?

For a man like me darling Willie, that's an insult, that

is.

-Yes.

Yes.

Yes, quite correct.

Of course, um, I'm sorry.

I should never even have, uh, suggested such a thing.

-Now, if you could see your way to adding another zero on

the end there--

-But that's a lot of money.

-Yeah, you're right.

Proper thing, you know.

Let the police handle it and make the

whole mess public like.

Yeah, a bloke such as yourself is probably used to seeing

your name plastered all over the papers-- you and your

daughter in the car.

-Yes, um, here.

Take it.

So no police then?

-No need to now, sir.

There'll be a proper funeral for me Willie.

-Good, very good, very good.

Come on, get in the car.

-God bless you, sir.

-Yes.

MOLLY [OFFSCREEN]: I thank you from the bottom of me heart.

-Get in.

Yes, thank you.

-And me little ones thank you too.

-Right.

Don't look, all right?

Just don't look.

-Oh my god.

Oh, well done, my darling.

-All in a day's.

-Oh, just drop the false modesty right now, OK?

-I was good,

wasn't I. -The best.

Let me do that again.

Now, this is a-- a bit more lucrative than picking pockets

in Piccadilly, wouldn't you say?

Eh?

-Well, you know, I really don't think I've seen that

many zeroes all in one place before.

-Yeah, you're right.

Just wait.

-You know, you're a bloody genius.

-I am.

Ahh.

-Do you know what?

-What?

-Do you fancy a cuppa?

-A cuppa?

A cup of what?

Don't you think we've earned something a wee bit stronger?

And after a wee cup of something a bit stronger, I

think we should go on a little shopping trip.

-Stop it.

-Perhaps to King's Road or Carnaby Street.

-King's Road?

-Yeah.

-Are you kidding me?

-No.

-Do you know what I want?

-What?

-I want a new yellow mini skirt.

-How many?

How many?

-Six.

And I want a new pair of those boots that come up to my

thighs, you know.

-I love you, Molly.

JOE DAWSON NARRATING: He is Duncan MacLeod, the

Highlander.

Born in 1592 in the Highlands of Scotland,

and he is still alive.

He is immortal.

For 400 years, he's been a warrior, a lover, a wanderer,

constantly facing other Immortals in a

combat to the death.

The winner takes his enemy's head, and with it, his power.

I am a Watcher, part of a secret society of men and

women who observe and record but never interfere.

We know the truth about Immortals.

In the end, there can be only one.

May it be Duncan MacLeod, the Highlander.

[MUSIC - QUEEN, "PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE"]

-I look forward to meeting her, General.

-Calling it a day, Edward?

-I'm afraid so, Duncan.

One more boring speech, and I'll fall asleep standing up.

-Well, it's all part of the job of the consul general.

-Between you and me, it's the worst part.

Backslapping, small talk, flattering the wives of

foreign dignitaries--

not, uh, quite the battle I thought I'd be fighting for

world peace when I joined the diplomat corps.

Still, it's good to see a friendly face.

We should meet up for lunch, Duncan.

Next week, maybe?

-I'd love that, yeah.

Sooner if you like.

You all right, Edward?

-Oh, sometimes I just wonder if the life I'm living is

worth the life I'm living, if you know what I mean.

-Mhm.

-And it's sometimes very nice to be able to talk to someone

who isn't playing the, uh, diplomatic game.

-Well, anytime.

You know that.

-I'll call you next week.

-Good.

[immortal buzz]

-Oh my god!

My husband!

You've killed my husband!

-I don't believe it.

[sobs]

-It's all right, sir.

He's not dead.

-What do you mean he's not dead?

Of course, he's dead!

Look at him.

-Oh, he'll be fine.

-Uh, put him down!

He's dead, I tell you.

-He's gonna be fine.

MOLLY [OFFSCREEN]: Let him be, will you?

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: He'll be all right.

-Let him be!

[coughs]

-See?

It's all right, sir.

Get back in your car.

I'll deal with this from here.

-I--

I'm calling the police.

-Go ahead.

-Oh, no.

-Oh, is that any way to greet an old friend?

-Tell me he didn't, eh?

Goddamn you, MacLeod.

You always were too noble for my own good.

What'd you stick your big nose in for?

I mean, every time.

Why is it you pop out of the woodwork?

Oh, Molly, this is MacLeod.

-Who?

-MacLeod, Molly.

Molly, MacLeod.

-Molly, hi.

-He ruins it every time.

I've known him for centuries.

[immortal buzz]

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Yes, your last will and testament, sir,

was left on your desk earlier morning.

The barrister--

-Ah, my good friend MacLeod.

Lovely day to die, wouldn't you say?

-A moment with your opponent, sir.

-If you don't mind, this is a personal matter.

-What are you up to now, Willie?

-Well, what does it look like?

-Do you not think you have an unfair advantage?

-We should both have pistols.

-May I remind you you're an Immortal?

He's not.

-Piffle.

He challenged me.

And if you really want to know, I have no intention of

killing him.

I want to lose.

So come on.

Trust me, mate.

-Well, I'll tell you one thing, mate.

If you kill him, it won't be your last duel today.

-Understood.

And understand this, MacLeod--

this matter doesn't concern you.

You interfere at your own peril.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Gentlemen, if you'll gather

your weapons, please.

-Grand, absolutely grand.

You shall be my second.

-Oh, an honor, sir.

-Pistols, gentlemen.

-We have the honor of the count.

-Very well.

Is there any chance of a reconciliation?

-My honor has been besmirched.

I shall have satisfaction.

[clears throat]

-Very well, then.

Prepare yourselves, gentlemen.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: You have first choice

of the weapon, sir.

And your weapon, sir?

Now, gentlemen, if you'll about face.

-On the count of 10.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.

-Oh!

-This veil of life is lifted at la--

-Many a man I've seen face death, but none so nobly as

your friend.

-Aye.

There aren't-- there weren't many like him.

-Good of you to wait, MacLeod.

-I wouldn'tve missed this for the world.

Where are you going?

-Huh?

Oh, first things first.

-Oh, unbelievable.

[laughs]

-It is amazing what a man will do for 100,000 pounds.

-I beg your pardon?

-My illustrious opponent Smythe and I are partners.

-Were partners.

-Oh, yeah.

Sorry.

Correct, "were" partners.

We had a little trading company.

And lo and behold if Smythe didn't discover a wee hole in

the coffers.

-100,000 pounds, perhaps?

-There, now.

What have I been saying all this time about you and me?

Great minds and all that, eh?

So Smythe confronted me.

And, you know, being an honest man by nature, I found myself

in the unenviable position of having to tell the truth.

Be of good cheer, man.

Smythe's an upper-class boor.

By killing me, he's restored his honor.

At 100,000 pounds, I think he got off quite cheaply.

So what's the problem, huh?

He's happy.

I'm happy.

-You're a thief and an embezzler.

-It's good thing you're a friend, MacLeod.

Anyway, it's getting late.

I must be off.

-Where are you going?

-Catching a ship to the Americas.

Greener pastures and all that, you know.

-And it'd be rather unfortunate if

you bumped into Smythe.

-Yeah, yeah, that too.

Well, thanks for everything.

Oh.

-Don't mention it.

WILLIE [OFFSCREEN]: Isn't this the setup.

-It's home.

-Ha!

Home?

Home and a slow getaway vehicle all in one.

Aren't you the sly one.

-You haven't changed a bit, Willie.

-Thank you.

No Cristal?

-Well, I'm sorry.

I didn't know I was going to find your

dead body in the street.

Otherwise, there would've been more prepared for the

celebration.

-Don't be ungracious, love.

-What did you ever do to deserve him?

-Picked his pocket.

-You're kidding.

-That's my girl.

-29 years ago.

-In Blackpool.

-Glasgow, darling.

-Yeah, yeah, Glasgow.

Yeah, of course.

I remember it as though it was yesterday.

It was a sunny, beautiful day.

-Poured rain.

-Yeah.

And you, you were all in white.

Looked like an angel.

-I was in blue.

You asked me to dance.

WILLIE [OFFSCREEN]: And you picked the leather right out

from under my nose.

-Said I was the best you ever saw.

-That you were, dearie.

And you stole my heart along with my wallet.

-Champagne, anyone?

-See what I mean, my darling?

The man's generous to a fault.

-No, not this time.

-I haven't even asked you yet.

-Thank you.

-Strictly a loan.

-Willie.

-All right, all right.

Forget the money.

You wouldn't mind putting us up here for a

few days, would you?

-You want to stay here?

-Well, you know, it is a bit spartan for

my tastes, you know.

And we would be a bit cramped, I suppose.

But I'm sure we could manage.

-You think so?

-Yeah.

What's a little snoring between friends?

You've got plenty of hot water, have you?

Because she takes long showers, this one.

And breakfast, still addicted to those

bangers in the morning.

Oh, god.

Difficult commodity to find, of course, in Paris.

But I'm sure you'll manage.

Grilled tomatoes, lots of coffee,

plenty of fresh coffee.

-Oh, no.

We couldn't.

-No, you couldn't.

But he could.

-If you insist.

-Oh, I insist.

Just a loan.

-Yeah, well--

-Not enough?

-Oh, stop.

WILLIE [OFFSCREEN]: Anything for an old friend, eh?

-Here you go, my dear.

Hope you don't mind parking around the back.

Oh, look at this.

These vines remind me of my garden at the consulate.

Never seen it, have you?

I'll get you out there sometime.

-Did you have to put the touch on MacLeod like that?

We've already got loans.

-You saw it.

The man threw the money at me.

-Oh.

-Anyway, besides, it's good to keep it handy.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Hey, what are you, crazy?

-Uh, oh.

No.

No, absolutely not.

No.

-Oh, come on, babe.

Come on.

-No, no, no, no, no, no.

-Just one.

Just one.

-Can't we just go to the Riviera as planned?

-Yeah, and I'll buy you a string bikini for the beach.

-You will not.

I haven't got the figure for that anymore.

-Well, you have in my eyes.

To me, you'll always be that sweet young lassie from

Glasgow.

-Keep talking.

All right then.

Just one more.

-Just one.

-Will you stop it?

One.

Go.

-OK.

[screams]

-Oh my god, no!

Willie!

My husband!

Oh, he's dead!

You've killed him!

-Where did he come from?

-Fancy car, ain't it, for a young bloke to be driving.

-Uh, no, it's not my car.

-It's probably stolen, is it?

We'll have to call the police.

They'll have to be told.

Not that it matters to someone like you.

You're probably loaded with money!

And we haven't got any, and I've got kids as well!

Oh, Willie, what are we going to do?

We'll have to call the police.

They'll have to be told.

Oh, Willie!

Or you can easily write us a--

-So far, how'd we do, eh?

Molly?

Hmm?

Oh my god.

Molly.

Oh my god.

Come on.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up!

Please, no!

No, no, no!

Are you crazy?

I can't go to the cops.

I mean, come on.

Wake up.

You think they'll give a damn about a small-time crook with

a dead girlfriend?

She was my life, MacLeod.

29 years.

Not long by our standards, but they were sure as hell the

best years of this rotten scoundrel's life.

She didn't deserve to die that way.

-No, she didn't.

-Please help me.

I--

I can't do it by myself.

-You got it.

-I got part of the license plate-- a couple of numbers, a

letter.

-Willie, whatever we find out, we let the law deal with.

-To hell with the law.

I've lived 500 years without the law.

I don't need it now.

-If we find out who killed Molly--

-I kill him.

-No, Willie.

We do it my way, or you're on your own.

-You're a hard bastard, MacLeod.

-It's your choice.

-All right, all right.

For Molly.

We'll try it your way.

For now.

When did you get so friendly with the cops?

-Since I didn't make a career out of being a criminal.

-Oh, yeah.

OK, OK.

So give.

Who owns the car?

-It's not who, it's what.

-Run that by me one more time?

-The car is owned by the American Embassy.

-Well, that's not good, is it.

It could be any one of 100 people.

-Come on.

I might know somebody who can narrow it down.

-How'd you get to be who you are, MacLeod?

-And who am I, Willie?

-Upstanding, live by the book, die by the book MacLeod.

Death before dishonor and all that, you know.

-Same way as everybody else.

One day at a time.

-Maybe if I'd been brought up to be a clan chief and you'd

been brought up on the dock by a family of thieves, I'd be

the one with the friends on the police force.

-Maybe, but I've done things I'm not proud of.

-Yeah, but you never had to earn your living at it.

And I'll bet you that some of those things seemed to be the

right thing at the time.

No, I was born a scoundrel, and I'll die one.

I couldn't help myself if I tried.

-Oh, spare me, Willie.

Try conning somebody else.

-You always could see through me, MacLeod.

OK, I'm not making any excuses for my life.

I've had dozens of chances to change.

-So why don't you?

I've seen other people do it.

You can too.

-Why should I?

-Because it killed Molly.

-No.

My life didn't kill Molly.

The bastard in that car killed Molly.

Molly loved the life, same as I do.

You know what it's like when you look a mark in the eyes

and you know you've got him?

You know the hook's in so deep, the only way he can go

is straight into your pocket.

-Yeah.

And then he goes home and tries to explain to his wife

why he's lost a year's pay or a college

education for his kids.

And don't tell me you only go for those people that deserve

it or can afford it.

You're not that careful.

-I'm very sorry for your loss, Mr. Kingsley.

But I'm not sure what I can do, Duncan.

-Um, I have a partial number of a license plate from a car

from this embassy.

-And whoever drove that car is a murdering bastard.

-Could you look up the number for us?

-I don't need to.

-Why?

-This plate's from my car.

-Your car?

-You.

-Hold on.

Does anybody else have access to your car?

-Where were you yesterday at 4 o'clock?

-Willie, hold on.

-I'm waiting for an answer.

Where were you?

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: I said, hold on.

-Out bashing innocent women on the head, perhaps?

-Willie, stop it!

-My personal schedule is none of your affairs, sir.

-Damn you.

Murdering bastard!

-I said I warned you, Willie

WILLIE [OFFSCREEN]: Looky here, calling

out his goon squad.

Is that the action of an innocent man?

-I'm sorry about this, Edward, but there has to be a good

explanation.

-I'm sure there is, Duncan.

But now, you'll have to excuse me.

-I'm sorry if I seem a little upset, but murder puts

me in a foul mood!

-Now, we don't know anything for sure yet.

All we have is a number on a partial plate.

-Well, that's all I need.

What have we got here?

MacLeod, this is it.

But there's no kind of dents.

-It's been hollowed out recently.

-I knew it!

-Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

-Look, friend or no friend, I'm gonna string that bastard

up by the short hairs.

Let me go!

-I said I would handle it, and I meant it.

-OK, OK, OK.

I'll just stand there, hmm?

I won't say a word.

Quiet as a church mouse!

-What you will do is you will go back to the barge, and you

will wait for me there.

-But--

-No buts.

-But--

-Case closed.

Understood?

-All right.

-Are you accusing me of murder, Duncan?

-No one's accusing anybody.

But what would you do, Edward?

There's an eyewitness report.

The plates match.

There's even new body work on the car.

-I see.

And if I could provide an alibi for that afternoon?

-That would help.

-Did you know I have a chance at the ambassadorship?

-Congratulations.

-After years of standing in someone else's shadows.

I was with a woman, Duncan.

-A woman?

-Mistress.

In three days, I come before the Senate

Foreign Relations Committee.

Any hint of scandal, I won't get their confirmation.

I'll give you her number.

You can call her if you like.

-Yeah, but someone killed Molly.

Someone using your car.

What aren't you telling me, Edward?

-There's nothing else, Duncan.

-You wanted me?

-The spare key to the Mercedes.

-What about it?

-I can't find it.

-So?

-Did you borrow it?

-You mean, did I steal it?

-Steve.

-Same old crap.

Something's gone, I took it.

Money's missing, I stole it.

Can't cut me slack, can you.

Not for one goddamn second.

-Steve, did you borrow the car yesterday?

-No.

-This isn't like the other time, son--

steal a car, joyriding around town.

This is serious.

Did you take the Mercedes?

-How the hell could I?

You used it to visit your whore.

Yeah, I know.

Everybody knows except Mom.

So don't try and lecture me.

-Son, did you kill anybody?

If you did, I have to know.

-You have to know everything, don't you-- who I see, what I

do, when I take a leak.

You never give me a second to breathe.

-Did you kill that woman?

-No.

There.

Happy?

-Did you take a rock and bash her skull in?

-Get off my back!

-Is my son a cold-blooded murderer?

-You'd like that, wouldn't you.

Poor Edward, such a nice man.

Shame his son never turned out.

I hear he stole a car.

Why, he even does drugs.

Shameful.

-Enough!

Get out of my sight!

-Dad.

-I said, get out.

-Doesn't matter whether I killed her or not.

Thanks to you, Daddy, I have diplomatic immunity.

-Well?

Come on!

-Edward's innocent.

-Just like that?

-He has an alibi.

-Why?

Because he told you he did?

How did you know he didn't set it up?

-I believe him.

-Well, I don't.

You know, not everyone is blessed with your code of

ethics or honor or whatever the hell you call it.

-Willie, we'll find the truth.

-Back off, MacLeod.

We already have.

Plumbing emergency.

-First I heard about it.

-Well, it's only just happened.

It's the toilet, second floor master.

Not very pretty, I understand.

Would you mind?

-Yeah, I gotta check first.

-Well, it's your call.

But you know who's not going to be happy

about you know what.

[speaking french]

-Thanks, Duncan.

We'll keep our eyes open.

No, don't.

Mr. Kingsley, you don't understand.

You've got this all wrong.

You--

it's not what it seems.

Please, you-- you don't know the whole story.

No--

-Consul General Banner will be with you shortly.

-Thank you.

-Steve?

Hi, there.

-Oh, yeah.

Hi, Duncan.

Uh, I'll see you later.

-Oh, I heard you had a little bit of excitement yesterday.

-Yeah.

Yeah, some lunatic got shot.

I gotta go.

-What's your hurry?

-Oh, I gotta get ready.

Um, I'm leaving.

Dad's sending me home, so I gotta pack, get my--

I got things to do.

-What's he sending you home for?

-Oh, you know the old man.

He gets something in his head.

I gotta go, really.

I gotta go.

-Good to see you, Steve.

-Yeah.

-I'll see you soon.

-Yeah.

See ya.

-A little early for that, isn't it?

-Is it?

-I saw Steve in the hall.

He looks a little, um, strung out.

-Understandable, I suppose.

His father was almost murdered yesterday.

-Tell me, Edward.

Why are you sending him home?

-You know why, don't you?

-Yes.

-My son has done a terrible thing.

That poor man's wife.

Now, he's dead too.

-Sending Steve home won't solve anything.

-You think that was an easy decision?

-No.

I know it wasn't.

-Is there anybody--

uh, did your friend have family?

I want to help anyway I can.

If they need anything-- money, whatever they need.

-Edward, what they need is justice.

-Justice.

Yes, of course.

To do the right thing.

That's what we all want, isn't it?

I have always tried to do the right thing.

The life of a career diplomat is not as

glamorous as it sounds.

Always traveling, different country every few years.

It's been hard on us all, but especially hard on Steve.

You know how many times I saw him the first three

years of his life?

Five times.

Five times in three years.

I was a stranger in my own home.

By the time he got to know me, I was gone again.

It was worse when he came with me.

He was the diplomat's son, a boy expected to fit in

everywhere.

And he wound up fitting in nowhere.

-You did the best you could.

-Did I?

Take it from me.

When your kid's on drugs, the only thing that matters to a

father is you failed.

-But you didn't kill an innocent woman.

-Steve borrowed the embassy car that day to go buy drugs.

He knew he wouldn't be stopped and searched.

You see, I can't help feeling that somehow I was behind the

wheel myself.

-Yeah, but you can't prepare him for life and protect him

from it at the same time.

He's 24 years old, Edward.

And the only person that's responsible for Steve's

actions is Steve.

-I can't do what you want.

-I'm not asking you to do it because I want it.

It's because it's right.

It's just.

-Easier said than done, Duncan.

-I never said it was going to be easy.

-How can I send my own son to prison when I have the power

just to send him home?

[click]

[immortal buzz]

-Willie.

-What?

-Get inside.

You've got to get inside.

-What's going on?

What are you doing?

-Get inside now!

Go, go!

-What?

What's going on?

-Edward.

Edward, it's OK.

Come on.

-Duncan, please look out for my son.

-Edward?

Edward!

WILLIE [OFFSCREEN]: I won't apologize for killing him.

But I am sorry I hurt you.

-You came all this way to tell me that?

How considerate.

-We've been friends a long time.

Let's put this behind us, move on.

And I thought you were a bigger man than that.

-You killed the wrong person.

-Oh, you're crazy.

-You murdered an innocent man.

-Oh, you're like a broken record, round and round.

-Yeah, and you're a damn fool.

Edward didn't kill Molly.

-Oh, yeah?

Then who did?

-He wasn't even driving the car!

-Well, it wasn't driving itself, was it?

-His son Steve was driving it, damn you!

-What are you talking about?

-He was looking for drugs.

He knew a diplomatic car wouldn't be searched.

The only thing the man you murdered was guilty of was

protecting his son.

-That little puke killed my Molly?

-His father's dead.

The family's repaid its debt.

-Not good enough, mate.

-Oh, it has to be, mate.

Because if you go after Steve, I have to come after you.

-I'll grant it you'll try.

Nothing else you could do, no one else you could be.

That's your code, MacLeod.

But I've got a code of my own.

[door opens]

-Allergies?

-Hey.

-I'm sorry about your father, Steve.

-Oh, yeah.

Yeah, thanks.

-Sit down.

-Oh, I gotta--

I gotta go.

-I said, sit.

Her name was Molly.

Molly Ivers.

She was born in Cornwall, 1946, a year after the war.

You know, her mom used to say, a child born in celebration

would live a long and merry life.

She loved dancing and dark ales.

-Yeah.

-And chocolates.

-Yeah.

So?

-So you killed her.

-Get out.

-I just thought you'd like to know her name.

-I--

I'll call security.

-You can call whoever you wish.

But one way or another, you're gonna pay for killing Molly.

-Leave me alone.

-You didn't mean to kill her, did you, Steve.

You got scared.

Your father died to save your life.

It was his gift to you.

Don't throw it away.

-You know, I don't have to listen to this.

-No, you don't.

But you have to live with it.

[immortal buzz]

-What?

What's wrong?

-If you want to keep breathing, lock the door and

open it to no one.

This is a very bad idea.

-Only if you try to stop me, MacLeod.

Go ahead, mate.

-We were mates.

That's why you live as long as the boy lives.

-Goddamn you, MacLeod.

Who the hell are you to say who lives or dies?

-Exactly.

If I hear of the premature death of Steve Banner, I will

come for you.

-Understood.

Bravo.

Well done.

I would've done the same for you, you know.

So now that's all out the way, put her there, huh?

Oh, come on, pal.

No hard feelings, huh?

STEVE [OFFSCREEN]: You can't do anything to me, so why

don't you just leave?

-What I could do to you isn't half of what

you're doing to yourself.

Now, turn yourself in, Steve.

[laughs]

-Right.

-How much guilt can you handle?

Molly's dead.

Your father's dead.

How much coke will it take to bury them?

-Shut up!

-Why?

You can't handle this yourself.

Nobody could.

If you want any type of life at all, you have to face this.

I'll even help you with a lawyer, Steve.

I'll be there for you.

-Get out.

-One more chance, Steve.

-For what?

Prison?

-Redemption.

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