Kim Kitsuragi
- conversations
- 402
- Locations
- 16
Dialogue
402- "Guess what -- I've come upon something incriminating."
- "What are you talkin' about, madman? There's no eighth Hardie boy. There's seven of us…
- "So I talked to Klaasje about the tape."
- (Whisper) "Kim, we did it."
- "There's an old catatonic lady in the old fish market, on the other side of the bay. She…
- "Do you have any clues on where Ruby went?"
- Bratan, now is the time!
- Stop. Just up ahead: danger.
- "Oh yeah, that's Ruud." The armoured woman smiles a vicious smile. "Ruud 'The Killer…
- "These men, they didn't do it!"
- "Yes... So what?"
- "You think I care what that company cunt thinks?" He laughs. It's a hollow laughter.
- All right, here we go -- this is an illegal tribunal. Their employer would never sanction…
- Dangerous! Ask about him first. You don't want personal facts about his dead friend…
- "Who the fuck is that?"
- "Hello again, sweetie." Her grey eyes shine above the rims of her glasses.
- The crumpled SAMARAN BUTTER billboard still soaks in the canal, marked by tyre tracks.
- "Officer, the flashlight please."
Notes
461- "Put that away. Right now." He stops you.
- You can't help but notice a little approving nod the lieutenant makes. He agrees.
- The lieutenant doesn't even flinch. "Anyway, let's try to find a new tape player. Perhaps we should talk to Roy at the pawnshop."
- The lieutenant doesn't even flinch. "Anyway, let's try to find a new tape player. There's a pawnshop near the water lock, maybe they have a spare."
- The lieutenant slaps the sandwich out of your hand faster than you could ever hope to react in your sorry state. It lands in the dirt and falls apart.
- "Great." The lieutenant shakes his head. "Wonderful. Good job. I mean why wouldn't you throw it... wait, turns out I don't actually care. Leave it and let's …
- He finishes his slice and brushes the wheat-free flour off his hands. "That wasn't terrible. Well, shall we?"
- He puts his glasses back on and repeats: "Never. Now, let's go."
- "Good. I'm glad we had this talk." He nods. "After you."
- "Whooh..." He takes off his glasses, reaches for a cloth -- pauses -- and puts his glasses back on.
- "I don't know why she left you. Let's go."
- He puts his glasses back on. "Now, let's go. And let's keep guns out of our mouths. And not say anything about any gloaming, or anything like that."
- "No need to apologize -- just keep your gun out of your mouth and we'll be all right." He nods. "Let's move."
- "Yes. Very, very, very wrong." He nods in agreement. "I'm glad you see it my way. Let's go."
- "I'm sorry, I know I fucked up."
- "I could have done more."
- "There's nothing to discuss, let's move on." [Leave.]
- "We would strike everything you've done and process you as a POW. You were in a war. You were on assignment. We could even extradite you to the Samaran Peopl…