WELCOME TO NORTHAMPTON ACCIDENT ZONE
LOSE YOURSELF IN A ... DREAM
Wow, doesn't it bring back memories?
Lauren Bacall dressed in red. Unforgettable.
Era el tema de Beulah de ''True To You in My Fashion'',
and you are listening to Platinum FM.
-Keep the change. -You're very generous.
I'll give you my card.
Taxis AAAAAA.
"The first in the directory, the first to its destination."
Hope you like Northampton.
It seems like a nice and quiet place.
You know the saying.
"God made the country, but not the city."
Have a nice day.
PUBLIC LIBRARY
-What I can help? -Hello Henry.
My name is Steve. I am looking for an old colleague.
Moved in a couple of weeks ago.
I don't have his address. His name is Jim Mitchum.
I know it is not much information.
Is right.
Less is nothing.
I'm very good at poking around the internet.
Let's see what we find.
Did James Mitchum say?
Yes, Jim or James. We called him Jimbo. A character.
Like everyone.
If it only takes a couple of weeks, it won't be on any record,
but how did he collect the subsidy ...
(Without results)
No. Do you have a business?
No, unless being a womanizer counts as business.
Maybe you can tell me where to flirt.
I would look at Fuseli's, on Castilian Street.
So they say, wow.
But first, let me check the hospital admissions.
Surely not, but I don't know where to look anymore ...
One moment.
Wow, I hope it's not your friend.
(Concussion...)
Last night a certain James Mitchum was admitted to the hospital.
They treated him in the emergency room.
It may not be your friend. It is a common name.
How do I get to the hospital?
Go up Abington Street and turn onto York Street.
-The hospital is right at the end. -Thanks.
Let's hope it's a false alarm.
GUILDHALL PATIO CAMERA
HOSPITAL DE NORTHAMPTON
I'm looking for James Mitchum.
Are you familiar?
Yes, I am his brother.
Your name?
Bob.
So his name is Robert Mitchum.
Yes.
The record is not up to date,
But it says it should be in the Malcolm Arnold wing.
Follow the prompts.
I'm looking for Mitchum, he came in last night.
At reception they have sent me here, but it seems that it is not there.
Is it the bearded guy with the gray hair?
That's it.
Never got here,
but I can take you to him. I'm going in that direction.
-That would make things easier for me. -For that we are.
By the way, beautiful hair.
Thanks also.
In the operating room
they have an object hidden behind the ceiling,
and if you experience astral travel, you can see that you can describe that object.
That's a test, right?
And I was thinking: '' What if your destiny is hell? ''
You wouldn't go up to the ceiling, would you?
They should also hide something under the operating table,
that way they would cover all the possibilities.
But then there is purgatory.
I suppose it would be at eye level, spiritually.
They could hide something behind a switch.
Here it is.
MORTUARY
So is he dead?
You did not know...? Uncle, I'm so sorry.
I thought they told you.
I was on duty when he arrived.
Apparently he fell down the stairs.
En Fuseli's.
They tried to operate on him, but he died on the table.
No one knows if he had a near death experience or not.
I'd say pretty close.
What about your belongings? Was he carrying something?
Yes.
Your wallet.
Calle Haverston, 74
And this lovely skull ring.
Do you remember if he wore a golden cross
with a red rose in the middle?
I did not notice. That sounds very gothic.
I just remember that when he arrived there was a paranormal atmosphere.
All upset, strange things happened.
-Weird things? -Yes, coincidences.
There was a woman, she was very attractive,
He came in around the same time as your brother.
A lovely blonde. He hanged himself.
Well I say he hanged himself
but it seemed more like a sexual game.
Anyway. Turns out it's called Faith
and your brother's last words were ...
I wasn't fully conscious, but on my way to the operating room
He said something like, '' Where's Faith? ''
And I thought: '' Hala! ''
I think people look better when they rest in peace.
Not that she's dead, but she's the best alternative.
Too bad, such a pretty girl.
You can tell she was lonely.
I perceive ethereal aspects of people.
If he wakes up, can you call me at this number?
Of course.
You give off good energies. I feel like you are a healer.
I do what I can.
What I believed.
I also have my own gift.
I see dead.
You work in a hospital.
Escapism
More fun than a tree full of spiders
Escapism: Video Game Related to Teen Suicides
Detective agency No case is too complicated
Detectives
Heart of Darkness Tours, how can I help you?
-I got her at a bad time. -No.
We just lost someone.
I called without knowing. I thought they rented rooms.
I try elsewhere. Sorry.
We do have a room available.
OMG, this is mind-blowing.
It refers to the person who finishes ... I don't want to interrupt the duel.
Are you saying it for this?
I hardly knew him. We moved in a couple of weeks ago.
I was sad that we couldn't pay the rent.
Do not stay there.
Soy Becky Cornelius.
-Steve Lipman. -What a relief, for God's sake.
We just found out
that the man who lived here died of an accident.
I was devastated.
I'm going to a parapsychology course at the Nene faculty.
I already thought that I would have to leave it,
but this is fantastic.
The room is upstairs.
What did you say before the guided tours?
Heart of Darkness.
I take guided tours to earn extra money.
I call them Heart of Darkness
because Northampton is in the heart of England
and because it's horrible,
albeit in a good way.
How?
I mean...
For the wars, executions, assassinations and more.
It is fine for guided tours.
The bedroom is this way.
It's some of the James stuff.
-James was the former tenant. -No problem.
It doesn't seem like ... Did you say James?
... that James has left a lot of belongings.
The sink is on the left.
How much is the rent?
This plant is the largest. Is 100 pounds a week going well?
Is it okay if I pay you two weeks in advance?
Wonderful.
Thanks Steve.
-Do you mind if I call you Steve? -No.
I'll pass you a visitor brochure under the door.
What do you do for a living? You are not a student.
No, and less of parapsychology.
I'm more of an artist. I act.
You'll get along with Brendan.
He is a monologue writer.
Hope you weren't intimidated by the parapsychology thing.
I do not know much about that. It seems too complicated to me.
Simplicity suits me more.
I study Zen philosophy. Although I do not dedicate enough.
¿Zen?
You are my dream come true.
OK...
I let you settle down.
If you need something...
Tea bags, directions, that kind of thing.
Bye.
Zen archery Passport
I am Fletcher Dennis. James Mitchum is dead.
May God bless you, Mr. Dennis. It is a relief for an old man.
A bullet in that motherfucker ...
No, Mr. Bleeker, it was an accident at a nightclub.
I've followed the trail from Milton Keynes to Northampton.
He was already dead when I arrived.
No sign of the golden cross he stole from his daughter.
That doesn't sound very good.
It was a family heirloom, Mr. Dennis.
I have searched your belongings in the storage room and in your room.
Get it for me.
You will receive the same amount as if you had killed him.
I'll stay until the assignment is finished.
Vince, you are scum!
You are my brother and you slept with my Sasha!
I knew you were a pedophile!
Yes, Dave, but ...
(Guided visits)
Is knowledge knowable in itself?
If you are a fan of Witty and you have missed an episode,
tomorrow we will broadcast an anthology of Wittgenstein's Terrace.
Next, The Footman.
Who is the '' masked man '' in the vice bust?
Parasite victimizes the working class
London justice dies at 42
Facial recognition
Tickets, please.
Show your tickets, please.
Not only did he hit her, it's much worse.
If you had seen her in the hospital, you wish you had seen her dead.
- Tickets, please. -We've gone up on Joseph Conrad.
Two single bills, please.
You know the saying.
"God made the country, but not the city."
Tickets, please.
Hi there.
Brendan, this is Steve. It's in James's room.
How's it going? Becky says you gave us a cable.
Would you like a coffee?
-You are a Zen monk, right? -Not quite.
I have started in philosophy.
'' Who makes the grass green? ''
Monsanto pesticides.
Go back to your ROFL-Sltoh and leave us alone.
I don't use it anymore, it's been shit for a long time.
-Now I use Dreamface. -What is it?
A social network for people who do nothing and only dream.
She is a parapsychologist.
He cannot sleep because there are no monsters under his bed.
Dreamface is great.
Many sleep labs use their database.
I was posting a dream about you.
If it has to do with your idea of ​​sex, I don't want to know anything.
No, that would still be funny.
You were gutted and your head in the sink.
Very sad, really.
It will be because yesterday I was crying.
What are you going to do today?
I will take a look.
I saw an ad and I want to see how it goes.
Where is Kingsley Street?
You go right, right again
and you cross the running track.
It's not going to be a pet ad, is it?
The thing is...
We do not accept pets.
It's from some detectives.
We also do not accept detectives.
Yes?
I'm looking for the Michelson & Morley detective agency.
Find Tim. He's in the garden with the other Tim.
Ahead.
There's no way to get lost.
Let's see...
Would you like a soda and some cookies?
No thanks.
That goes well. Let me know if you change your mind.
They are tropical crumble.
Office of Messrs. Michelson and Morley.
Do you have an appointment?
No, I'm afraid not.
I have seen your ad.
My name is Lipman.
Mr. Michelson, Maxine speaking.
I have a Mr. Lipman at the front desk.
He says he doesn't have an appointment.
Irresponsible panda.
I don't make any more dates.
What happens.
Mr. Michelson says it can happen now.
I watched our new client.
He was as inconspicuous as a werewolf at a baptism.
Mr. Lipman, I'm Tim. And he's the other Tim.
We do not investigate messy divorces and at 9:30 pm we go to bed.
How can we help you?
Is it the Michelson & Morley detective agency?
I raised my eyebrow, tipsy.
The guy was as timely as a dinosaur at a baptism.
Mr. Lipman, I'm not going to beat around the bush.
Our fees are 2.99 a day plus expenses,
which are usually the bus ticket and Fuel Rods.
It is an energy drink.
Sorry, I think I made a mistake.
I should better go.
I bet you practice a lot.
What model do you use?
The black mamba?
2.99 plus expenses did you say?
He kept asking me what I had told him.
He looked like a psychiatrist.
But not in a baptism. A normal one.
I like your style.
Very well sir. 2.99 bucks of the old ones.
Take it or leave it.
Solar panels do not pay for themselves.
Well, it turns out, yes.
Sr. Lipman, si me permite,
seems to have a story to tell.
I am looking for this.
I am an antique dealer specialized in religious objects.
This cross recently disappeared in your city.
If you could give me information about your whereabouts,
they would receive an extra.
Cash or energy drinks, as you prefer.
My eye rolled over.
There was.
I was looking at the legendary Maltese cross.
Okay sir. He just closed the deal.
Leave your details to Maxine and we will get in touch with you.
Unless you want something more.
There is a club called Fuseli's. How do I get there?
I know that joint.
It was a miserable room full of women and vulgarity.
Sure Uncle.
It is on Castilian street corner St Giles.
It looks like a castle. There's no way to get lost.
Mr. Lipman, before you go,
I want to ask you a couple of questions.
First, who is the wench?
There is no wench, only the cross.
There is always a wench.
Changing the subject, have you come across a woman?
Maybe he said something about some cookies.
Did he tell you about a specific guy? Think it over.
I think the cookies in question were tropical crumble.
Thank you, Mr. Lipman.
That is all.
In the meantime, don't leave town.
Wants to enter?
For an emotional memory, I brake
In memory of the dead
Yes, I remember it like it was yesterday.
It was just the day before. On Friday.
The students came,
postmodernists and that stuff.
There was one of his favorite bands. I have forgotten the name.
The one whose singer is disguised as Hitler.
It doesn't seem very attractive to my friend.
He must have looked like a fish out of water while he was so young.
Yes, it stood out a lot.
Well, not that much either.
Here comes everything.
That friday
the girl who dressed like a board came.
I think her name is Monica.
Everyone knows her here.
He's got ... you know, problems.
And there was also John Conqueror.
He and his people pass drugs.
Its relaxing drops and its special mix.
He likes to boast that he practices black magic.
That is why everyone is afraid of him.
That and that he's a ruthless camel surrounded by thugs.
It seems like it was a busy night.
You wouldn't believe what this city is like at night.
Or if.
Were you in the crowd when you saw it?
Yes, right there.
Rather, it was there.
Yeah I saw him making his way through the crowd
and immediately I thought: '' He has an unfortunate face. ''
-In what sense? -Already knows.
Tormented look.
That and that he was covered in blood.
-And the pineapple chunks. -Pineapple?
I thought so, but better not ask.
And was he right here when he saw it?
Yes, right here.
Or not.
Rather there.
I was right there thinking about my things
controlling like a hawk,
And he came at me waddling like a dervish.
Did you notice if he was wearing something around his neck?
Yes, he was wearing a tie.
110% safe. I remember.
Oh no, that was when he arrived.
After dancing, he took it off and hung from his pocket.
His collar was unbuttoned, his chest was visible.
Was he wearing any jewelery? I mean a golden cross.
Yes. A ring with a skull on the finger?
No. A golden cross with a chain around the neck.
Well no.
I would remember, sure.
I accompanied him to the bathroom to wash off the remains of fruit and blood.
Did you go in with him?
If not.
There was an altercation and I left.
I calmed it down and made sure they made amends.
After that, he must have already left.
He was somewhat unstable on top of those stringers.
Too much drink.
He probably decided to go down to get some fresh air.
So it was.
Agree.
In case the cross appears
or find out about something,
I will give you my number.
If something happens, give me a call. I'll make it up to you, sir ...
-Elton Carnaby. -One moment.
-Say it? -Mr. Mitchum?
-Soy Clive. -¿Clive?
My vampire name is Orloff. You met me yesterday
-Are you the hospital warden? -Yes, Clive.
One moment.
I have to attend. Nice to meet you, Mr. Carnaby.
Elton. Mr. Carnaby. It's the same.
Mysterious hacker ends drug cartel
GUILDHALL STREET
Did you say there was news?
Yeah, the girl who hanged herself ... You said to call you.
She's dead?
No. Are you saying it for the priest?
No, they are his parents. She is the daughter of a priest.
They are the ones that tend to end up stiff under the slab.
He regained consciousness an hour ago.
I'll take you to her.
The police are with her.
Wow...
... after talking to his father.
I will be back later.
If you excuse us and try not to disturb more
the ER staff with their dirty hobbies,
let's take it out.
I brought you a coffee.
-Are you okay? -Who are you?
My name is Steve.
I came to visit a friend, you entered at the same time.
He died, unfortunately.
Yes.
I asked to be notified if you recovered.
I was worried.
You are very kind.
It's just that I'm a little ...
confused.
I don't know what happened to me and I need ...
Sorry.
I'm a stupid. You better leave me alone.
Sorry.
Sometimes we can talk to a stranger so as not to overwhelm friends.
Sight...
I almost killed myself doing choking practice.
¿Vale?
My idiot boyfriend called the ambulance when it was late.
Do not be sad.
-I do not feel bad. -Just what I say.
It's because of what happened to me when I was unconscious.
I can't even ...
Have they done something to you?
Not physically.
I thought she was dead.
It was that horrible social club.
There were those two comedians from years ago
and at the same time they were like God and Satan.
Said like that it doesn't seem like a big deal,
but I got stuck there ...
Dreams are not nonsense.
They can enslave you.
It sure is just a coincidence
but my friend who entered
He said your name when he entered the operating room.
He said, '' Where's Faith? ''
Maybe if you have a photo of him, but I don't understand how ...
Breathe
It was real.
I was dancing with him.
I was dancing with James at that club.
I didn't tell you his name was James.
I don't want it to sound strange, but ...
If you want, I can accompany you to your room.
-I do not want to talk about it. -Me too.
Can you call a taxi?
I didn't want to pressure you, maybe you need to rest.
No, I want to go to the place where I danced in my dream.
It really exists.
El club social de St. James End.
Is Taxis AAAAAA?
¿A Jimmy's End?
Nobody has asked me to go there for a ton of years.
I wouldn't go either.
We have already arrived.
A pitiful sight.
Only a blind man would be happy.
Is abandoned. Where is...?
The club? Didn't they know?
It seemed strange to me that they asked me to bring them.
It burned.
In the sixties or seventies.
I remember there were deaths.
We have had enough.
Can you take us to the lady's apartment?
Vale.
That, to see if it is still standing.
Fuck.
Sorry.
I am a journalist. When I'm not strangling myself around.
What do you remember from the dream? Of the experience.
It all mixes up.
I don't remember my accident.
I woke up in that club we've been to
but he was standing.
There was a bright sign with the name on it.
And I was inside.
With those people.
Horrible people.
Dead people.
They told me it was hell, but it seemed fake to scare me.
And then James your friend came along
and they made me dance with him.
There was a horrible creature that did not speak.
He tried to get me inside that kind of corset.
And then he was on stage, just like James ...
Did I tell you about the comedy duo Metterton and Matchbright?
We were on stage, the light became clearer and ...
And then I woke up.
At the hospital.
Puteada.
I look crazy, right?
No, it seems that something has happened to you.
It will surely come to you.
Do you remember if James wore a cross around his neck?
An ornate golden cross.
In my dream?
No.
What difference does it make? It was a dream.
I associate that jewel with him. I thought...
College friends don't ask about each other's jewelry.
More than James's friend, you seem like his brother.
You said you were a journalist, right?
I am not an old friend.
I am a private detective.
I'm sorry I lied to you, but the truth scares people.
You understand me, you are a reporter ...
If you're a detective, what about James, adultery?
No.
An old man from the East End came to see us,
a merchant who had retired with a large sum of money.
He was very distraught.
His daughter had gotten involved
with a professional womanizer.
It was James.
He lived with my client's daughter and one night he beat her up.
I went to see her at the hospital. He had tortured her.
He thought he had killed her and left with the valuables,
the most important thing was a cross, a memory of my client's mother.
Daughter is unlikely to survive
and I decided to accept the case.
I'm sorry I didn't tell the truth, sad as it may be.
If it is.
-You have my number. -Yes.
Good evening.
Facial recognition
Matches Fletcher Dennis Known as Steve Lipman
Hi there. Don't you act today?
No, my last performance on Sunday was bombed.
Paramilitaries. The Society for the Fulfillment of the Lord's Day.
Have you found those detectives?
About.
Sure you are up to date.
Do you know a group whose leader looks like ...?
Well, it looks like ...
¿A Hitler? Es Herbert Sherbet, de los False Awakenings.
I know him well enough. Live right here at Watkin Terrace.
He wants to join Shakespeare Street for the Lebensraum.
So they say.
Seriously? Thanks.
We may see each other in the morning.
May. Good evening.
The record is not up to date,
But your daughter is dead, Mr. Bleeker.
I'm afraid we'll have to cover it with a thin layer.
Thanks. It was all he had.
That woman ... You can't blame me.
You were wrong with me.
Follow the prompts.
Good Morning.
How beautiful. Are you going out?
The truth is, no.
I was about to go to bed.
If you plan to follow me,
don't leave it too long
or I will go.
Hi there.
Good Morning.
You want Gamma Bursters?
No thanks.
Insomnivore devour your insomnia
Hi there. Nice hair.
-Equally. -Thanks.
- Are you Herbert Sherbet? -Who else?
I am a detective.
They told me you performed at Fuseli's last Friday.
There was an accident. I was wondering if...
I'm busy recording, so ...
You could get in though.
Vale.
You could be a random detective.
Yes. Come in.
Welcome.
What are those empty posters for?
Empty? No, they are simply hung facing the wall.
This is more mysterious.
Could be a Duchamp painting
or that tennis player who scratches her ass.
Or he may be lying again.
They may be empty.
A little silence, please! Lights!
Don't ask me anything until I'm ready.
Should I call you by another name?
I am Herbert Sherbet. Don't make me repeat myself.
What did you see that night from the stage?
- Was there a fight? -A strobe light fight.
A conventual black and white girl.
It's Monica. It's not me. No.
Excellent.
"Should I call you by another name?" -Don't make me repeat myself.
Was there a fight?
-I'll ask you again. -What interests you, detective?
Don't make me repeat myself.
I've had enough. I will be back. You will hear from me.
Call me.
More serious. Call me.
What have you been doing?
I've had some pretty weird dreams.
I went to see the singer
of the group that played at Fuseli's the night Mitchum died.
It was of no use. He is an artist in capital letters.
It doesn't seem like we're going to solve the mystery.
The thing about your golden cross surely not.
I've been researching those people in my dream
the comedy duo Metterton and Matchbright.
There is a lot on the internet.
They sound familiar to me, but their faces don't come to me.
They were from our parents' generation.
They started on the radio during the war.
They met in Africa, in the entertainment corps.
In the late sixties, they joined the fashion for satire
and their personal lives went from bad to worse.
-In what sense? -It seems that in all.
Backstage discussions, but it was worse than that.
Matchbright's wife committed suicide
and her daughter found her body when she returned from school.
He never got over it.
Frank Metterton grew a beard and long hair in the hippie years
and entered the world of drugs.
In the early seventies, there was a raid
and they committed him to a psychiatric hospital in order to avoid jail.
That was his end. Nobody wanted to hire them.
''Mr. Dennis, I think they're yours. ''
There's a video, Frank and Nick get on your nerves,
but they were already the last blows.
-Who is it? It is important? -No.
'' It looks like you have a code. I'll be seeing you''.
Nothing that can't wait.
What happened to them?
Now comes the funny thing.
One of them lived here in Northampton.
Nick Matchbright. He was born here.
Total, that with their career shattered they decided to make a comeback tour.
Cheap food bars and all that stuff.
And on opening night there was a terrible fire.
-There were injured people? -Dead. Everybody.
Metterton and Matchbright, the public, the staff ...
Something with the emergency exits. It was in the late summer of '73.
What is curious about it?
It was the social club of St James End
where I dreamed I was with James. We went yesterday.
This is how the fire happened.
And wouldn't you know all that in your subconscious?
He did not know what had caught fire or what had happened.
I imagine.
They still have die-hard fans.
There is a website since the nineties. Let's see if I can find it.
It's in Angelfire.
At first I found it funny, like a parody.
Then I realized that no. I find it lonely.
Those dead comedians are his only life.
Her name is Betty Carnaby.
Same last name as the doorman at Fuseli's.
In remembrance of the dead For the good of those who remain
I was just thinking of you.
No way. I was reading my men's magazine.
I don't know why I said that.
I was passing by here and I have entered to see if there is news.
By chance I have seen a website about two comedians,
-Michelson y Matterlight... -Metterton y Matchbright.
-Is it a relative of yours? -Well, yes, my mother.
He loves them.
The truth is that if. It's almost sick.
Tragic. It can only be cataloged like that.
Or heartbreaking.
And he comes out with some things ...
The only thing you can do is laugh.
-Every cloud has a silver lining. -I suppose.
I gather that the cross has not appeared.
Doesn't anyone who was here that night remember anything?
No. Neither cross nor anyone.
Nobody at all. Not that I remember.
Now that I think about it.
It arrived ten minutes ago. It's still here. Monica Beardsley.
¿O era Monica Weirdsley?
No, I swear it's the first. Monica Beardsley.
Excuse me.
You are Monica Beardsley.
I already know it.
Yes.
A friend was here last Friday and was involved in a fight.
Did he have hair and eyes?
Yes, that same one.
He was not involved in a fight.
I hit him.
Why?
Violent personality disorder. And he took too many trusts.
-Trusts? -With my ass.
I use it to sit down.
He was drunk and sweating.
Came out of the crowd
and it touched me.
And I gave it back to him.
I think I understand it.
He used the pineapple.
A peculiar weapon.
Not at all. Pineapple is the strongest fruit.
Dense, heavy,
abrasive surface, acidic juice that burns tooth enamel.
Did you notice if she was wearing any jewelery?
He did have one.
He wore a ring with a skull on it.
Like the bone inside the head.
Around his neck he wore a cross.
Gold, 16 carats, and right in the middle, a ruby.
Or was it a garnet?
I can't say. The light didn't help.
Are you sure? Could I have imagined it?
I do not have imagination. Thinking is a waste of time.
Well, I respect your point of view.
-Was it the last time you saw him? -No.
As I left I ran over him. He was writhing at the foot of the stairs.
It was writhing.
Was he still wearing the cross?
I did not notice.
He didn't touch my ass anymore and I had brain damage. It ceased to interest me.
There was the voodoo staff, the Baron, John Conqueror.
Ask them.
That name sounds familiar to me. Where can I find it?
Through the eastern neighborhood.
Por Blackthorn. Frecuenta el Bird and Bottle.
Monica, you've been fantastic.
You are very observant.
I have a disorder, I'm not an idiot.
They say that with quantum physics and that stuff
in a few years we will have a quantum computer
so fast that it will be able to imitate the universe
to the last fucking particle.
That's clear.
But the turkey tells me:
"If we can do that, it may not be the first time."
And I: '' What do you mean? And he: '' It's fucking clear.
It is very probable
that we are in a simulation of a simulation of a simulation. ''
What about me?''
And I will never forget what he told me.
"We live in an infinite series of video games."
And I said, "As long as it's not about fucking Escapism."
Do you know what it is?
It is causing mental problems for young children.
A fucking shame.
I'm looking for John Conqueror.
If you don't do well now ...
Sr. Conqueror.
They also call him the Baron, right?
I'm Steve Lipman, antiquarian ...
No, man, I don't think so.
I don't think that's true.
I know you. You are the king of death.
Death is a star, right?
You are Fletcher Dennis.
Any.
You obviously know who I am. How is it possible?
It's for the Obeah.
I am clairvoyant.
I am well equipped. I have connections with the Loa.
With the spirits, the gods.
By broadband.
-I didn't come to kill you. -Already.
I'm not your type
I know your name
and that does not die with me. You understand me?
No, we are fine.
They respect you a lot in certain circles.
Sit down.
What is the pleasure? I thought you were still in Mexico.
No, he was a phony. I have come for another topic.
You and your men were at Fuseli's last Friday.
There was an accident and someone died.
It's true.
Diagonal Dan fell down the stairs. It wasn't us.
We had only gone to sell gender.
We ran into him after it happened.
I was well screwed.
Was he wearing a cross around his neck?
A very expensive golden cross.
No Uncle.
If he had taken her, he would have taken her
And now you and I would be negotiating, right?
I'm sorry I can't help you.
Unless you want something more.
No, I don't use, thank you.
What is that special blend?
Yes.
Shaman mix.
It is a legal herb. Sage of fortune tellers.
We spray it with synthetic THC so we can get it into jail.
The most important market.
And along with voodoo, it makes people feel scared,
If you smoke it, it makes you more receptive.
It's below.
If you draw the curtain
-There's ... -Yes, girl.
Quiet.
Do not you worry about anything.
It is new, but it is special. Treat her well.
I don't use those kinds of services either.
Looks like you've been pissed off.
Dont be like that.
Take it. Someone pick up the phone.
It is...
If you think about it, if we are inside a video game,
it's not necessarily a question of whether you are good or bad,
as long as you are not boring.
Boring characters are killed first.
Those and the blacks, I suppose.
8,50.
Charge ten.
Rather, they are 9.63.
-Why 9.63? -It is more interesting.
Excellent. What was it?
It's tofu and leeks with soy sauce and wild rice,
one of Brendan's recipes.
It is vegan.
I try to belong to the maximum of reviled social groups.
I want my life to be a Venn diagram of contempt.
How about Northampton?
I picked up a stone and there it was.
It's pretty bleak, but it's not boring.
For something my visits are not called Heart of Light.
Is rare.
The world's first parliament, a major industry,
here the Crusades began and here the civil war ended.
And we are not even on the weather map.
It's as if the Normans had put us on a blacklist.
Did you see my brochure?
Yes thanks. I see you name a comedian named Matchbright.
Nick, Nicholas Matchbright.
He is one of our most illustrious inhabitants.
His artistic partner also came to live here.
Frank Metterton.
He lived near the Rushton Triangular Lodge.
I had friends in the area, but something happened.
They either moved or died. I do not know.
I saw that thing they did when they were drunk.
It was bullshit.
-Improper of comedy legends. -Do not say that.
Comedians like Barry Cryer rated them positively.
Said Frank was a jerk, but they broke schemes.
Now you take away my credit when it comes to monologues?
That's it, recalcitrant woman.
Frank and Nick get on your nerves it wasn't very nice.
But before that they were great.
Matchbright came out in singular background,
makes of his eight-month-old nephew.
One last.
And Metterton was from an order, Yeats's Stella Matutina, in the 30s.
He ended up fighting with Jimmy Page and Kenneth Anger.
I also detract from you when it comes to the occult.
Sorry.
And I guess he was friends with Lovecraft
And you detract from me when it comes to cthulhu.
It's funny you say that.
Hello, is this Mr. Dennis?
How are you, Mr. Bleeker?
It would be much better
if I had news of that cross for which I pay.
Someone saw Mitchum taking her to Fuseli's.
It's a nightclub in the city.
These things take time.
Well, I hope it doesn't require much more.
My Angelica, my lovely girl, has died.
Sorry.
Call me as soon as that fucking cross shows up.
I'll call you ...
Are you all comedians dick blowers or just you and that Metterton?
Everybody.
Cocksucker comedy, that's if it fills stadiums.
Is everything alright?
Yes, he was my manager.
What are you going to tell me? I have the same as Osama Bin Laden.
I haven't heard from him for centuries.
Today there are tickets at the Sad Cafe.
We'll wash the dishes later.
-What's that? -I forgot. It's Monday.
It must be the Tories killing old men on the cricket field.
I'm going.
I take them off, vampire.
Idiot.
It is the night of the bonfires. Five of November.
Did you know that the Gunpowder Plot was hatched here?
Probably at the Triangular Lodge.
One of the conspirators' parents, Thomas Tresham, had it built
while under house arrest for being a Catholic.
He built it with three sides to represent the Holy Trinity.
At that time I was a little crazy. He believed ...
Sorry Steve.
I'm giving you the guided tour.
See you tomorrow, Becky. Thanks for dinner.
Whenever you want.
I will be happy to tempt you with a hot dish.
These are serious accusations, Mrs. Harrington.
Don't waste the police's time.
He acts in a way that endangers his life.
It was a 963.
Join us.
Given the time it is, your case will go to court on duty.
-But I'm not dressed. -I should have thought about it before.
That your father is a priest will not help you much down here.
This can not be happening. It was just an accident.
Mrs. Harrington, we know when it comes to a black accident.
I have not done anything.
That will be decided by the judge.
Next case?
A young lady, Your Honor.
Although he is not that young either.
Old enough to kill.
As they say. Right, Patricia?
Accused of wearing whore's clothes and euthanasia.
My God.
Defense turn. How does your client declare herself?
More or less like this: '' No! This can not be happening!
Let go of me and I'll do what you want. Piety!''
And then she whimpers a little bit and just looks traumatized.
The truth is that he does a lot of comedy.
She is blonde, Your Honor.
-But ... -Hush on the blonde!
I insist that they contain the accused.
¡No!
Protest!
Protest denied!
Let it serve you as a lesson.
The prosecution attorney can brag.
Thank you, my lord.
Members of the jury, in a nutshell:
She is a perverted little girl.
Dresses in obscene clothing
and does things in the closet.
If you allow me, I would like to summarize your character
through animal performance.
Members of the jury, I want you to imagine
that each one of those dogs is a lie told by the accused.
They look lovely, but they shit on the floor.
Objection, Your Honor.
My educated friend has turned the hall into a circus.
Accepted.
Do you want to add something to the defense?
Well no. I was just teasing.
No more questions.
Members of the jury,
How do they see the accused?
We see it there.
Sooner or later we all end up here. Right, honey?
That being the case, it is my gloomy duty
apply the law to its greatest and worst consequences.
She is sentenced to be taken away
and cloister her in an open courtyard
where he will put an end to his dire adventures.
And may the crows have mercy on his poor eyes.
They were all.
The woman in the sunglasses was the stenographer, and the clown.
I am going crazy?
Maybe I ran out of oxygen and damaged my brain.
I've been up all night.
I was afraid to fall asleep in case they were still there.
Why do I dream about that seventies comic shit
Or with that skinless woman in that jacket?
-It doesn't make the slightest sense ... -Skinless woman?
I already told you. All kinds of insect noises follow.
On the back of the jacket there is the image of a woman without skin.
You can see all the muscles. That?
Yesterday morning I daydreamed.
I woke up and went downstairs.
My roommate was behaving strangely.
On the back of his clothes he wore that same image,
the back of a woman's torso without skin.
And there was that buzz.
-Are you staying with me? -No.
Oh the host. Is this all real?
No. A puddle in the road yes, but not this.
They don't seem like normal dreams.
They are horrible.
Thanks, I've been up since three.
I found out that Metterton had a house in Northampton.
Yes, in Rushton. I do not know where it is.
He believed he had made a discovery.
I know which real estate company manages it and I took the keys.
It was never sold on the horrible stories between the two of them.
-I told them we were just married. -I'm not going.
You didn't have to talk about me.
Did I say I haven't slept much?
You know the city.
Is there someone or something you associate with lightning?
An electrical store ...?
An icon in the form of a lightning bolt.
No. What is it from?
Can't keep track of him?
No.
There is the problem. I could not.
Mike from Semilong writes:
'' Dear Roger, how good that you are back.
I have been suffering from sleep deprivation.
Can you put on 'Mystery Boys' by Huff the Talbot for my wife Irene? ''
Anything to please you, Mike.
Direct since 1973. What a year!
Here you have it, on record and on Platinum FM.
Disco Platinum.
ON SALE
How strange that they let us come alone.
He said: "For me as if you burn it."
I think it's been on the market for decades.
If it belonged to a famous person, I thought they would love it.
Not if he's famous for shooting heroin and ending up in a boarding school.
And by black magic.
How?
Metterton was a member of a magical order in the 1930s.
Brendan, another one of my roommates, told me about it.
Makes occult monologues about transvestite Lovecraft.
How concrete.
Said Metterton was from a magical group
related to that poet, WB Yeats.
I guess black magic and poetry are almost the same thing:
invocation and evocation.
Watch this.
He was obsessed with himself.
That bad roll. Let's close and go back to the city.
I'm Roger Sleep, we have Cynthia from Ecton Brook.
What do you nominate for The Dream of Reason?
Look, Roger, flies are unacceptable.
They are the most stupid. I do not see the functionality.
Even if you have the window half closed, they keep coming in.
And they rub their paws, as if they were doing something bad to a woman.
I remember when I was little
they said that flies were the souls of clergymen.
My Aunt Bitter always said that.
"You will never see a fly on Sunday." And it's true.
They have never killed any of them, have they?
They never hit him with a newspaper
to later pray with their dirty voices.
When I was little, Priest Clark could fly on the roof.
Era Jean de Duston,
complaining about the garbage trucks.
I'm Roger Sleep and these are the Millers ...
... with '' It's the past '' ...
My mother.
-Are you okay? -I think so.
Have you fallen asleep?
No, I have seen a car passing us,
a black car ... And they were inside.
Matchbright and the woman. They were in the car.
I realized that I was dreaming and ...
Easy, we're good.
We are not well. Nothing is going well.
I do not know what's happening. It is like...
Can the dead live in dreams? It is impossible.
I do not know anymore.
Becky? Is everything alright?
Steve.
Not know what to do. Brendan has gone out and ...
Steve, there is a man.
-A man? -In the corner.
Been there for hours.
Wait here.
Who are you?
The truth is that I do not care. You picked a bad day ...
I watched him carefully.
He was no longer handsome.
Mr. Lipman, you thought we had a deal.
The information he wanted in exchange for a certain caffeinated drink.
Hi there.
He was as grateful as a robot in the day against robots.
We have included the invoice.
Mr. Lipman, expires in 30 days.
Do not force us to go after you.
I felt used and morally drained.
Turning my lower body, I entered the blackness of the night.
Sorry.
-It's yours? -Yes, it's a painting. The seven persimmons.
Is it a statement about existence or something?
The simplicity of these fruits expresses the essence of man.
-I'm good? -No.
Here's something disturbing.
In what sense?
It contradicts the facts on which I have based my actions.
The cross is not some family inheritance passed down from mother to daughter.
It is a piece of Rosicrucian jewelry
connected to a multiple murder in the seventies.
A merchant, a certain Kitchener, his wife and two guests
they were executed at their home in Rothwell.
Inspector Rickett deduced that the cross was not the motive for the crime
and that the murderer took her as a souvenir.
They had a suspect, but since they didn't find the cross,
he was never convicted.
Who was the suspect?
A London-born gangster who made a career out of the 1960s.
El Sr. Patrick Edward Bleeker, aka Patsy.
He is the grieving old man who wanted me to find James Mitchum.
His fortune does not come from the vegetable trade.
Although many of his partners did end up as vegetables.
Who is she?
Angelica Devine. She was the lucky second wife of Mr. Bleeker.
He died early yesterday.
Bleeker told me it was his daughter.
And she also told me that James abused her.
Angie Bleeker, the object woman of Bleeker.
How did James Mitchum get the cross?
Angie Bleeker was looking for a lover, a mature guy.
To James Mitchum it would seem quite an achievement.
They probably started a clandestine relationship.
Angie must have planned to elope together.
With what guarantee?
He was aware of the murders and the cross.
He knew that with that test, Bleeker would rot in jail.
He gave the cross to James and confessed to Bleeker that he was leaving.
He told her not to dare touch her or she would go to the police.
But she had misjudged his reaction.
James found out what had happened,
he realized who he had been fucking and took off.
He went to the ass of the world.
O sea, Northampton.
But how do you go from there to dance with me in my dream
in a club burned down 40 years ago and run by two comedians?
Already. I do not know.
This dossier, who gave it to you, some kind of detective?
Yes, more or less.
Is that normal?
A detective who hires the services of another detective?
It's like ... I don't know.
Modern artists paying others to do their work for them.
And what about that gangster who hides a huge secret?
What the hell are you doing hiring a detective?
Already. Maybe I'm not a detective, right?
Evidently.
You are not James Mitchum's brother, as you claimed at the hospital.
You are not his friend, as you told me.
-And you're not ... -No antique dealer. Already.
Antiquarian? You must have said that to someone else!
You told the realtor that we were married.
I yell at you and we don't have sex. We could be.
Are you something?
Zen Buddhism! Isn't that about detachment, disappointment and illusion?
Yes you're right.
Look at him, the fucker with a thousand faces.
If you don't tell me the 100% truth, I'm leaving.
I'm serious, Steve. If your name is Steve.
My name is Fletcher Dennis.
I shit on everything, I was kidding!
What do you do when you don't act, you act as an antique dealer,
Do you investigate or are you a colleague or relative of someone?
And don't tell me "about everything."
-Is everything alright? -Yes thanks.
Look, sometimes there are people who ...
According to my scale of values ​​...
Vale.
There are people who inflict pain, anguish,
or even execute them.
I look for those people and make them stop doing what they do
in exchange for an agreed fee.
You're a murderer for hire.
We prefer "technical in eliminations".
It can not be true.
If I wanted to keep you by my side, would I choose that lie?
You make a living killing people.
I have to get away from you and this. As far as I can.
I don't think separating our problems is the best option.
I'm stuck between an East End villain
and a bunch of entertainment specters.
And the only one I have on my side that I should trust
He is a morally ruthless hit man.
I prefer...
A morally ruthless elimination technician.
Fuck.
If you want, I can keep watch next to your bed.
If you get upset or seem like you're dreaming, I can wake you up.
You would, right?
Would you stay awake watching how I sleep?
Yes.
Without deleting me?
Me and my friend, Mr. Luna
They say that we are the perfect couple
Even when we go out of tune
We are so chivalrous that they don't care
Me and my friend, Mr. Luna
We are so versatile
He shines while I hum
I scratch the guitar as he directs the tides
Why can't the Russians and Americans
agree to stay with me?
Hi there.
It is below.
Draw the curtain.
Freeze.
Someone pick up the phone.
You look brand new.
How can I help you?
Where I am?
Is it the St James End club?
I did not know that he was still standing.
Yes you did.
Sorry.
I seem to be dreaming.
I know. The best are always the ones you don't wake up from.
-That I put you? -I do not drink.
A glass of smoke, then.
Have you read the union fuss? Is it true?
No. A puddle in the road is.
This is not for real.
-How much do I owe you? -Nothing sky.
Courtesy of Mr. Matchbright, one of the owners.
I'm glad you came, Bob. Or was it Steve?
Quality is not very abundant around here.
Soy Nicky Matchbright.
Someone told me that you made a very good movie.
Singular background.
We have to pay attention to the background shots, right, Bob?
It is nothing more than a close-up with something to hide.
And as for the singular ...
You seem quite unique yourself, Bob.
Steve. ¿O Fletcher?
Yes, you are quite unique.
-I do not understand you. -Don't give me those.
You give off uniqueness. It shows in your eyes.
The light penetrates into them, but doesn't come out again, right?
You don't emit any signals, despite your tremendous gravity.
I don't know if I follow you.
Look Steve, the only reason no one suspects you exist
it is because mathematics indicates it.
You are a big hole
and no one knows you're there until they fall for it.
The only thing that gives you away
It is the devastation that comes out of your perimeter.
All the post mortem x-rays when you've swallowed someone.
The only way to see the dead stars inside you
They are the waves of how much on your forehead.
Yes.
You've made some fires go out before their time
And don't say you didn't know
This is no recognizable dream.
There is something in the texture.
Am I in another bard?
No, there will never be another Bardot.
I apologize.
It's the smoke. It affects me a lot.
I've been like this since our inconvenience, our black accident.
You know?
Since you entered I thought:
"Fuck, this looks good," and I wasn't wrong.
Since you came in.
Tell him, Jesse.
It was Jesse, right? It wasn't Frank, that's how far he got.
James.
I am James.
Yes, indeed.
You are James Mitchum.
God.
You work for Bleeker.
You're going to kill me?
No, things have changed.
I've been looking for you.
I know everything about that man.
-I have everything you need. -That?
It was his doctor.
In what capacity do you come?
Eres Frank Metterton.
How gratifying that ordinary people keep remembering you.
What manners mine.
Come in and sit down.
How do you get this?
You know, fake diamonds, props ...
Tires ... Smoke and mirrors ...
But you are dead.
You and your partner died in a fire.
Yes. We got the smoke from there.
But you are still alive in dreams.
We finally got to the heart of the matter.
Pathetic old-time comedians still alive in the culture.
They are still alive in dreams.
As if there was the slightest difference.
So this is magic?
You have done all this with magic.
Oh yeah, I remember it clearly.
Every detail made with witchcraft.
Or was it poetry?
They are two friends of mine
and with the passage of time I find it difficult to distinguish them.
Both lattices with each other,
but nobody believes in either of the two.
In fact, that's how I'm doing well.
I guess the Japanese didn't believe in the atomic bomb, right?
Are you doing well already?
You have plans?
Like some kind of agenda?
An agenda? Fuck, I hope not.
It sounds like a meeting of directors of a mattress company.
No, what I have is a conspiracy.
Better. A word from before.
The Gunpowder Conspiracy.
You never talk about the gunpowder agenda, right?
Although Guy Fawkes, the truth,
the man could not conspire to save his life.
It looked more like a modern movie.
Huge explosions without any conspiracy.
Hopeless.
That girl Faith ... why are you hurting her?
As I understand it, she's the one who hurts herself, right?
It is not personal. She's just a blonde in a coma.
Uno de mis characters.
She must visit this place
and then wake up and tell that we are here.
It is part of my conspiracy.
Or from my agenda, if you get corporate.
¿Y Mitchum?
Dog food in disguise.
It's the bait.
It's only there to hook the next one.
It's like a relay race, although I have rigged the end.
Who is the next one?
It's you, Mr. Dennis.
Are you.
And here you are.
It is an unenviable position.
Caught amongst a relentless psycho monster
and, I imagine,
a violent fruit bowl with a limp leg.
By the way, how is Mr. Bleeker?
Do you know Bleeker? How...?
We have never met.
I was more friends with Anne and Charlie Kitchener,
which I think they coincided briefly.
Killer of a friend, that kind of thing.
We are not intimate.
We only share a certain mental difficulty
and a taste for jewelry. Nothing more.
You still haven't noticed, have you?
That's not...
That is not for real.
It is a dream.
You're right, but I know where the real one is.
He's in my custody, let's say.
It is really pretty.
There in the same heart,
in the center of the four directions, of the four elements,
there is a blood red rose.
Although I suspect that Rosicrucian is not for you.
You are more than putting three stones in a sand tray.
Zen Buddhism.
Trees that fall unnoticed and one-armed clapping.
Isn't that quite peculiar to you?
I am a Zen archer.
I vowed to eliminate falsehood and deceit.
My God.
We cannot afford that.
I have waited so long
that you and I understand each other and become colleagues.
What are we going to do?
With nightmares there is nothing to do.
And I must take care of Bleeker myself. It is dangerous.
Well me too.
Really?
You can't put me aside. I'm already in.
If you have a problem with Bleeker, those ghosts will come after me.
I'll end up in the morgue like James.
Metterton is not very interested in you. He called you "the blonde in a coma."
-As a second woman? -Yes. -It will be a cocoon.
He wasn't very interested in me either.
He only cared about Bleeker.
So is Bleeker the heart of the matter?
Metterton se hizo con la cruz.
Metterton wants Bleeker and Bleeker wants the cross.
Then...
If they look for each other, can't we just sneak away?
To do this, Bleeker must know that the cross has appeared,
I mean, I'll have to tell him, and what do you think he'll do?
Send someone after you.
He already made that mistake by sending me.
And I don't think anyone is prepared to ...
Nobody ready to go after you, right?
Does that mean there are no more technical eliminations
Or do you know that no one would accept the order?
The second.
We could still make them match.
It would not be the safest, but we would kill two birds with one stone.
Not literally, of course.
Evidently. Who kills things with a stone?
I think that's it.
'' Frank and Nick get on your nerves ''
I don't even know what it's about.
Say the first thing that comes to mind.
I suppose in your case it will be Uncle Gerald, right?
Don't start with Uncle Gerald. He was like a father to me.
It's the colors, right?
Orange and blue vibrate against each other.
He is saying to you, '' Is that the actual experience? ''
It's not about persimmons or how we mentally associate them,
but about how different frequencies excite our retina.
Is it more or less that?
No. Could you not speak for a moment?
I have two calls to make. Then we go.
-Mr. Bleeker. -Who is it? Dennis?
I was about to call you.
You better have news or ...
I know where the cross is. Last night I saw it with my own eyes.
Fuck me!
It is the best news of the year. A fucking wonder ...
The bad news is that I know about Charles and Anne Kitchener,
your guests and you.
You and your late wife, Angelica. Sorry, your late daughter.
What is this all about? It will be better that...
You know my terms, Mr. Bleeker.
And you have breached the contract.
Breached? Dumbass...
We have broken our agreement.
Give up the cross for loss.
I don't know what I'll do with it, it's not quite to my taste.
Selling it will not be easy, given its bad reputation.
The easiest thing would be to hand it over to the police.
I'm going to find your fucking mother
and I'll stick a gun up his asshole ...
Good evening, Mr. Bleeker.
Which majo.
Waiting.
Who are you calling now?
Access to phone calls
Thank you.
-Good evening. -Equally.
Do you know what you have to do?
We have arrived soon. It is not yet nine o'clock.
We are only 100 km from London. Bleeker can be here in an hour.
If we are not prepared, no one will bet on any of the three.
Are you sure it will come tonight?
It's the only place he knows I've been, I told him.
He will come tonight because he thinks I can be in Beijing tomorrow.
Faith, you don't have to risk it ...
If necessary.
I'll be fine.
As long as you are being honest with me.
Trust me.
OK.
Traffic Direction
Registration number
Criminal activities
Excuse me.
What do you want?
My colleagues and I are looking for someone.
We know who frequents the place. Maybe you've seen it.
I do not know. How does it look like?
White. A little guy.
Well, not as big as me.
He has a head of hair, you can see it a mile away.
Yes, now that I think about it, I remember seeing someone like that.
He was wearing a striped T-shirt. Red and black.
-Yes, I've talked to him. -Great, honey.
You say you saw it, Mr. Bleeker. You have spoken to him.
Fuck that's great, babe.
What a fucking joint.
So, have you seen that furrier?
Have you spoken with him? So says Brinsley.
We haven't talked much. I was getting screwed.
Yes? I perfectly understand.
What did that bastard say to you?
He has proposed to go to his house.
Al club social de St James End.
I told him to get out.
Very sensible, baby. Fucking sensible.
You've been very helpful.
Have a fucking night.
Too easy, right?
I have nothing to do with this. I don't know who you are.
Maybe you're right, baby.
Behave yourself and get in the car
Or you can never have a normal baby, to say the least.
Please, why don't you let me go?
There is no one here. He said he lived near here.
It's just the kind of place that bastard would choose
full of blind spots.
Let's go.
I would try not to see anything and keep my beak closed.
You should never have trusted that bastard Hare Krishna.
Mr. Bleeker, I see another girl got caught as a girlfriend.
Do you think this walking cunt is my wife?
Well, I put the gun up his ass. It doesn't seem very married, does it?
Judging by his latest wife, he is quite representative.
Already! You are a bastard and you are not wrong.
Listen to me, fucking Dennis, it's not mine.
I brought it just because I think it belongs to you.
If he only brought her to fuck,
you will have to let go of it before we talk about the cross.
As professionals.
Go get him!
What's the matter? Did you catch that bastard?
All good, Mr. Bleeker. I'm just looking.
There is blood!
Damn, Brinsley.
Make sure you take down that ninja moron.
No, better thought, keep him alive.
So I can slice him until he spits out my fucking cross.
I'm counting on you guys.
¿Brinsley?
¿Dave?
Fuck!
They're dead, Mr. Bleeker.
I already fucking know!
-Now come here. -I already told you.
First I released the witness and then we talked about the cross.
You think I'm a fucking softie?
Even if it is not yours, you owe it to your oath.
You have your code.
So I had to come. Me, a fucking useless cripple.
You don't want anything to happen to her, even if you don't know her at all.
That from the code is just pretense.
Like the haircut, or my weapons, or Zen Buddhism.
All of those are just variables.
They can be changed depending on what the performance requires.
Run it if you want. I do not care much.
You lying son of a bitch!
I knew it! This banner is yours, right?
Or have you used this donkey cow to get to me?
Get out right now with that fucking cross
Or I spread the fucking brains out
for this yard shit.
Whore shit!
¡Confided in ti!
It is not a joke. Either you go out or I'm done with her.
You told me that pack of lies and I still believed you.
Come on, where's Faith?
Okay, I have warned you.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
On your fucking knees!
Passed away
Are you okay?
-You know I didn't mean it. -Sure, damn it.
-You're bleeding. -A bit. They hit me in the leg.
Waiting.
I didn't hear your gun. I assume you have a silencer.
-I don't use a gun. -And how...?
-Have you defended me with that? -Yes.
What are you, twelve years old?
It is undervalued as a work tool.
He has underestimated her. I'm not looking at him.
A fucking slingshot? How do you manage to aim in the dark?
The light would not be of much help. I shoot with my eyes closed.
Save broadcast
In a few minutes in front of the old bus stop.
Perfect, thanks.
Waiting.
You go?
Beijing or something like that, like you said? It's over.
I don't know if it's over.
I recently had problems in Mexico.
This is not a bad time to stop.
Maybe I'll stay a little longer.
How is it not over? If it's Bleeker they wanted ...
We know what's down there
but we don't know what they do or why,
but we still know.
We are the loose ends.
And nobody likes a loose end.
Let's go.
Encrypt and save
Flashmob file
Delete original recording
Delete? Confirm
Let me get it.
What is this?
What is all this?
I'm not...?
How the hell did I end up here?
Fucking ...
Are...
Fuck.
You are him.
The one on TV.
You were supposed to be at that party.
I went for you. But you...
Am...?
Oh, no.
Fuck.
No.
Patsy, you are just in time.
The show hasn't started yet
and we have reserved you
the best locality.
One hundred kilometers by car or train
Is there love in a fairy tale?
A hundred miles to see my boy in Northampton
It's an inexplicable feeling
I just know that I feel the same
I'm looking forward to Northampton
Northampton, in the heart of England
I was a girl who loved through the magazines
I always fell in love with those fairy tale boys
TV taught me to love
I knew all the fashions but I was always behind
But then everything changed
My life has been rearranged
My magazines have finally come true
Baby since I met you
One hundred kilometers by car or train
Is there love in a fairy tale?
A hundred miles to see my boy in Northampton
It's an inexplicable feeling
I just know that I feel the same
I'm looking forward to Northampton
Northampton, in the heart of England ...
Northampton Development Office
con su ''60 miles by Road or Rail''.
And yes, it is authentic.
You're listening to Roger Sleep
and at the time of the witches
what better than vince shannon
with the immortal '' Queen of Midnight ''.
Dale, Vince.
Midnight queen
Under the neon light
Midnight queen
Where the sidewalk shines
You have no skin I see through you
Maybe someone has hurt you too
Midnight queen
End of each day
Midnight queen
No one has turned around
You know rejection never tastes good
You took your love to the street
Midnight Queen Cornered
Midnight Queen Nobody's Bride
Midnight queen In your pride and pain
Midnight queen I like you
Midnight queen I suffer too
Midnight queen Make me a new man
I too have shed my skin My heart can be sensed
I will never hurt you make love to me
Midnight queen
I know you can hear me
Midnight queen
Do not leave me here
You know rejection never tastes good
You took your love to the street
Vale
Sorry if I have been meddling
I guess there is someone else
I'm going home unless ...
Is that a flash?
Is she coming out of the dark?
Oh yeah She's with me in the dark
Midnight queen