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You play, sir.

"Redstone, Francha...

'Deusha'- "

Deuca?

"Goldstar...

St. Christopher, Ambrosia. "

Oh. I'm sorry.

I must have the wrong room.

I was looking for a friend.

I'm the only one here.

This is my room.

My name is Grigor.

Perhaps the room I wanted

is the next one over.

But this is a nice room.

Pardon me.

- What's your name?

- Redstone.

Redstone. You're lucky

to have a warm room, Redstone.

Why don't you put that knife away?

I will tell you the truth...

Redstone.

What? That it was no mistake

you came here?

I am afraid I have been

playing the sixth man with you.

I thought the room would be empty.

I wanted to shave.

There's no water.

There is nothing but water...

and soon that's all

that will be left.

The planet will be frozen

in an envelope of ice...

and that will mercifully be the end...

of this history.

May I sit down?

- You don't stay here at the hotel?

- My room's at the casino.

I'm the adjudicator there,

the referee.

The judge, you might say.

Ajudge?

I interpret the rules.

I settle the disputes.

It's a lonely thing to do.

The worst thing is not playing-

watching, game after game...

and not being allowed to play.

That's why I come here

on my days off.

There are very good players

in this hotel.

Some great ones, I tell you.

Do you organize these tournaments?

Ah, you know

about the tournaments.

I knew- I knew

that you were a player.

I saw that fire in your eyes.

Only tournament players

have that sense of life.

I knew...

that you were in this room,

Redstone.

See, I misrepresent

without even knowing it.

It is one of the problems of my work.

One begins to lie even to friends.

Forgive me, Redstone.

I was looking for company.

There is no camaraderie anymore.

No talk.

No exchange of ideas or tactics.

I meant... no harm, my friend.

Where do the explosives come from?

Explosives? Oh.

Alcohol.

As long as the moss grows,

they will make alcohol.

And as long as there is alcohol,

they will make explosives.

It's a waste.

Come join me in a game

and some alcohol.

Deuca has booza.

I know.

- Deuca.

- Yes.

Deuca.

Deuca-

She's very efficient, but nervous.

Watch.

She's always expecting the worst.

But she's not

to be underestimated.

What took you so long?

We had to stop the game.

I was with my friend.

Yes, I know.

Redstone.

- Are we playing?

- Without question.

But first, some drinks.

I promised my friend some booza.

- It's in the game room.

- Good.

Ambrosia.

- You're sitting there alone.

- So I am.

We are about to play.

You'll join us.

Deuca's bringing drinks.

Booza.

Ah. He's my friend.

Redstone.

He's a new player.

He doesn't look new.

- Are you dangerous?

- No.

I don't like to play games.

I'm not dangerous.

That's good.

I'm not dangerous either.

My name is Ambrosia.

It's a silly name.

I think I should change it.

Change.

Everyone wants to change everything.

There is nothing to change.

Do you like your name...

Redstone?

Why not? It serves its purpose.

And mine doesn't.

You can sit here, Redstone.

Drink carefully.

This is the end of the bottle.

Where's Grigor?

Maybe he found a better game.

Let me have his share.

What handsome pieces.

Your own handiwork, Redstone?

- I inherited them.

- Ah.

- You have family?

- I had a brother here, but he's dead.

So let's roll for the sixth man.

Let the new player

have the honor.

Deuca seems to know

that you're not dangerous.

What are the stakes?

Sometimes we just play

for the thrill of it.

Weak roll, Redstone.

You'll never make sixth man like that.

- Quintet.

- Automatic.

I always play the sixth man.

One, five.

Five and four.

Six and two.

Four, five.

Six and three.

So, I'll arrange

the killing order.

I want Deuca to kill you...

and I want you two to change place.

Grigor?

Grigor, I have to talk to you.

Listen to me.

I need a ruling.

This is frustrating.

Never happened before.

You knew Redstone as well as I did.

Now we have this impostor to deal with.

Does he know what he's doing?

You ask me so many questions.

- Which one should I answer first?

- Damn it, Grigor.

Redstone never should

have been allowed in to start with.

He was a fool. He jumped

the starting time by an hour.

How do you know that?

Well, I- I was following him.

Then so did you, St. Christopher!

I didn't kill him until

after the designated time.

I was within the rules.

Anyway, Redstone was a butcher!

He killed a whole roomful

when he took Francha.

Well, that's not an infraction.

A sensitive player doesn't do that.

Sensitive?

Did I hear you, of all people,

use that word?

I play to win, but there are

certain ethics to be considered.

At this moment, if I were you,

I would be more concerned about Goldstar.

- He has no ethics at all.

- Nor brains.

I do not consider him a threat.

I find you insulting.

He could get lucky.

It's happened before.

You're late, Grigor.

Late for what?

Give me the booza.

What about this new Redstone?

Drink.

How do I deal with him?

Before I can decide that...

I must learn how much he knows.

Not how much he knows...

but who he is.

Where is he?

- Who is "he"?

- You know who I mean. Christopher.

- Saint?

- St. Christopher.

He was standing there a second ago.

Now he's gone.

So he is.

Which exit did he leave by?

I don't know that he left.

I only know that, uh, he isn't here.

Damn you, Grigor.

You're trying to help him.

You're always against me.

You have no regard for me.

I'm not here to help or regard.

I am here to interpret rules.

If it's help you need,

I suggest you talk to the sixth man.

I find you despicable.

I despise your arrogance!

It is as planned.

There is an open seat

at table number one.

Grigor.

St. Christopher.

Playing God.

Move!

Out of my way, you fool!

Come on.

Come on. You cannot leave us.

There's a better way to die.

Come on.

All you need is a five,

and you have him.

Then it's between you and Deuca.

- A three and a two.

- Good!

Now it's the two of you.

She's been giving you good advice.

It's obvious it's you

she wants to face and not me.

Are you so certain?

You're so predictable.

I sometimes lose interest.

That's not good.

Run away from her, Redstone.

Let her make the mistake.

I get impatient. I can't stand

waiting around. I said I didn't like games.

Why do you play?

Education.

- Four and a one.

- Good! You got her.

- Dead.

- He's all yours, Ambrosia.

So come, everybody.

Put up the dead man.

You only made one tactical error.

You killed her in your own sector.

No one can protect you now.

All I need is a one, and I win.

One is my lucky number.

Double one.

That's what I call overkill.

I got killed with one throw.

That's very impressive.

Being sixth man is an advantage.

It's also boring.

I just start to get excited,

and it's all over.

- Do you live near here?

- Yes.

In this sector?

In this hotel.

Room next to yours.

How do you know

what room I'm in?

Deuca told me.

Deuca.

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