Quintet Page #4

is the only thing you can trust.

Do you still have hope?

Like a child.

- Just a minute.

- What do you want?

- I'm looking for St. Christopher.

- Come in.

What do you want?

- Does this list belong to you?

- Yes.

- Where did you get it?

- I found it.

Then it doesn't belong to you.

Did you steal it?

I have it. That's enough.

Your name is here.

- It is of no interest to me.

- It should be.

- Goldstar.

- Yes. I know the name.

Dead. Murdered. Francha.

- I know the names.

- Dead. Murdered.

Are there other lists?

Has it occurred to you

that what you're doing is disruptive?

You'll never understand the scheme

until you're part of the scheme.

Are you telling me I will be?

Yes.

At the exact moment

where it will be too late.

Redstone?

What a surprise to see you here.

You lead a very active life, hmm?

Tell me, is St. Christopher

as good a player as they say he is?

- He is good, but too serious.

- And not very talkative.

Talk? Oh, if it is talk you want,

come with me, Redstone.

I know a place.

We can have drinks and talk about life.

Only thing I've seen is death

or the prospect of it.

But that's what

makes life worthwhile.

Every time you cheat death...

you feel the pure thrill of life.

And that is what my job is.

That is why I'm so content

in this frozen world.

Tell me, exactly what is your job?

To keep the game alive.

The game is all that's important.

The only intelligent expression left

is the game of Quintet.

All the elements of life

are contained in it.

Our art, our philosophy.

All things of value fit the game.

The game is the only thing of value.

Come, come.

Do I disturb you?

As a matter of fact, you do.

The door wasn't bolted.

It's collection time.

I've come for the money.

And you're very prompt.

Did you think I wouldn't pay?

Redstone didn't.

I was just in his room.

He's gone,

and I don't expect him back.

He didn't sleep in his bed last night.

He slept here with me.

That's not possible.

You have such a perverse

sense ofhumor.

So do you.

You weren't exactly discreet...

in presenting

your victory over Goldstar.

That's so lovely.

You must be proud

to have such a treasure.

Promise me you'll leave it to me.

Isn't that very presumptuous...

with St. Christopher still present?

You're a dreamer, Deuca.

He's no Goldstar.

- St. Christopher doesn't frighten me.

- He should.

And Redstone will be back.

I'll get another bottle, Redstone.

Booza.

Redstone.

- Scheme. Order.

- Scheme?

What is the scheme?

Disrupting the order.

Excuse me.

I don't understand.

To understand the scheme...

you have to be part of it.

- Part of it?

- Uh-huh.

- You're not making any sense.

- You're part of it. See, the list.

Is the list part of the scheme?

- Are you all right?

- Do other people have the list?

But I don't understand you.

What are you talking about?

No. Think of five.

Hmm?

- Yes.

- It's six.

Are you all right?

Consider the unknown.

- The goose.

- The goose?

The goose.

Does he know where he's going...

or does hejust fly

into the unknown?

With all due respect, Redstone,

I don't understand what you're talking about.

Oh, maybe you had too much booza.

What a coincidence...

and what a surprise.

Look.

A surprise, but not a coincidence.

Nah, maybe it's

the other way around.

He is here to help people, see.

His work brings him here.

Does your work bring you here? Hmm?

You're drunk, Redstone.

I brought you here.

Don't you remember?

Yeah, I-

Yeah-

St. Christopher.

Redstone is drunk.

He is in need.

You must help him home.

I must help him home?

You can't be serious.

Are you not St. Christopher,

protector of the needy?

He's helpless.

He needs protection.

He certainly

looks helpless, but he's not Redstone.

Don't anticipate my ruling.

Remember, he lives in the hotel.

Room number-

I know what room he lives in.

Oh, don't be so serious,

St. Christopher.

Does not Deuca live...

in the Hotel Electra also?

Come up.

Come. Let's go.

Deuca!

Deuca!

Be seated, please.

You may begin.

I am the winner of the front game...

and I'm prepared to meet the sixth man.

Are you prepared?

I am prepared.

But the front game is not played out yet.

Redstone is still alive.

Redstone is dead.

I killed him.

Where's the proof?

An impostor is carrying his markers.

Are you suggesting

I kill him as well?

If you are to meet me.

It would be a digression.

How do we know he won't kill you?

He won't. Killing the impostor

is a mere formality.

I think you're afraid to face me.

I'm afraid of nothing here.

The unknown at least holds hope.

Hope?

Hope is an obsolete word.

I demand a judgment.

The impostor.

Even though he has not

chosen to play the game...

he is in it.

It is like life.

None of us are in it by choice.

The man who carries Redstone's markers

is Redstone.

His life is not important

outside the game.

So be it.

You look so sad, Ambrosia.

On the contrary, Grigor.

I am supremely content.

I know how the game will end.

How?

You'll see.

Redstone! Wait!

Wait.!

- Where are you going?

- To my brother's house.

- What for?

- To look for something.

There's something

I have to understand.

Understand?

Is that important now?

St. Christopher will kill you

ifhe sees you.

If he'd wanted to try to kill me,

he would've done it last night.

He had the perfect chance.

Last night is not today.

Redstone!

My name is Essex.

That was yesterday.

Today you are Redstone.

Are you prepared?

Death doesn't wait.

We already had four.

Remember?

You're number five!

Primum.! Remember?

It was Francha! Butchered!

Secundum-

death of a coward.!

Tercium-

the stupid one!

Ah, quartum,

that was Deuca!

Oh, Deuca

was an artistic death.

But yours?

What game

are you going to play...

you hunter of seals,

huh?

Have you found

what you're looking for?

Yes, I have.

Did you meet St. Christopher?

He's dead.

And now do you understand?

You mean, the game?

Can I see

what you have found?

Grigor!

You shouldn't have brought her here.

Take that body out of here.

It's proof.

I won.

What's the prize?

Prize?

Winning?

Being alive- that is the only prize.

You play for the thrill of it.

It is life itself.

It is feeling the heat

of the adrenaline...

rushing through your body.

Life can only be felt

when death is near.

That is what

the game of Quintet is-

those who play fight for their lives.

And that is what you have learned.

Is it not?

Tell me about that- the heat of adrenaline

rushing through your body.

That should do it for you.

The smell of death- that's about

as close as you ever get to it.

Someone has to be the adjudicator.

Someone has to be the judge.

It is my humble job.

"Humble"?

I'm not sure you're even human.

Why are you going?

There is nowhere else to go.

There is nothing more to be gained.

There is nothing more to be learned.

So searching is pointless.

It is like spending the game in limbo...

throwing an infinite combination of sixes.

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