JAME: I DON’T KNOW HOW I’M SUPPOSED TO DO THIS
MAJE: DO WHAT. KILL A MAN.
MAJE: WE DID THAT ONE ALREADY.
JAME: NO DUDE IT’S NOT ABOUT LIKE, MORALITY
JAME: I MEAN I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL I’M SUPPOSED TO DO AGAINST A GUY LIKE JACK
JAME: NOTHING HERE MAKES SENSE
MAJE: OBVIOUSLY. IT IS DESIGNED TO MAKE YOU LOSE YOUR SENSE OF DIRECTION.
JAME: HOW DO WE KNOW BULLETS ARE EVEN GOING TO WORK?
JAME: HE PROBABLY HAS SOME BULLSHIT POWER WHERE YOU TRY TO SHOOT HIM BUT HE MAKES THE BULLETS GET LOST ON THE WAY, OR SOMETHING
MAJE: I WOULD NOT KNOW.
MAJE: THE LAST TIME I SAW HIM. WAS IN A PLACE WITH NO GUNS.
JAME: RIGHT, OF COURSE...
JAME: SHIT, POOR DOUG, JUST LAYING HERE...
JAME: HELP ME MOVE HIM?
MAJE: THERE IS NO POINT. JACK IS AFTER YOU.
JAME: YEAH, BUT HE DESERVES BETTER THAN THIS
JAME: I’M GONNA LEAN HIM AGAINST ONE OF THESE PILLARS
MAJE: YOU ARE WASTING TIME.
JAME: WELL IT’S MY TIME TO WASTE
JAME: YOU GET AWAY WHETHER I LIVE OR DIE, DON’T YOU?
MAJE: MAYBE. HOPEFULLY.