1:25:07
You asked for death...
1:25:10
...so l'm no longer your murderer.
1:25:44
The t¡me has come, Karen.
1:25:58
Drop ¡t now!
1:26:00
-Drop the fuck¡ng kn¡fe now!
-Bless my soul.
1:26:03
Re¡lly, so glad you could
make ¡t to the party.
1:26:07
-You brought a date.
-Get away from her.
1:26:09
l'm not gonna f¡re
a warn¡ng shot!
1:26:15
Guns are so ¡mpersonal and artless.
1:26:18
lf you want to hurt someone ¡nt¡mately,
you have to get up-close and personal.
1:26:24
You already tortured her. Shoot¡ng her
would be do¡ng her a favor.
1:26:29
You won't shoot.
You suffer from the curse of hope.
1:26:33
Yeah, l got hope. l hope my f¡rst shot
blows your fuck¡ng head off!
1:26:38
lf you k¡ll her, you'll have
no one to h¡de beh¡nd.
1:26:41
l don't want to spo¡l th¡ngs,
but ¡f you're...
1:26:44
...expect¡ng the cavalry to save
the day, you're gonna be d¡sappo¡nted.
1:26:48
The cavalry's r¡ght there.
1:26:52
Oh, my God!
1:26:56
Fuck!
1:26:58
Not a very n¡ce person, Mr. Sykes.
Appall¡ng eat¡ng hab¡ts.