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:08:18
What are you doing there?
:08:22
Well, there's a knife
in my stomach...

:08:25
Oh, damn!
:08:29
But it's mine!
:08:31
Well, of course, when things
are in the wind.

:08:34
Who's the bastard?
:08:35
A young man, wearing a coat...
:08:37
-My type?
-Yes.

:08:39
If I was you,
I'd get lost...

:08:41
But it's not me,
it can't be me!

:08:43
I just got there,
I wasn't there!

:08:45
-Didn't say it was you.
-Then who?

:08:47
I don't know,
I didn't pay attention.

:08:49
You should in such cases.
:08:51
Will you leave me alone!
I'm dying! Go away!

:08:55
-I can't leave you...
-Oh yes, I've seen worse.

:08:59
But now you may not see
much more.

:09:01
Oh, it'll soon be over.
:09:08
-Does it hurt?
-Strangely, no.

:09:11
I don't feel quite myself...
:09:13
What does it feel like?
:09:15
Like a sink emptying out.
:09:22
Won't you take my cash?
:09:26
You can't have much...
:09:27
No, but it's not worth
taking it...

:09:43
Have a drink on me...
:09:46
Well, all right...
have a good trip...

:09:50
Thank you, I'll do my best.
:09:56
Don't you want your knife?

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