Tell-Tale Page #4

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Not feeling any pain?

Alright, Terry.

Just so we're clear.

I want you to know I'm gonna

be keeping you down.

It's to part that delicate line

between numb and hypothermic.

So you'll lose feeling, metabolism and swallowing reflexes.

And you will have trouble speaking.

You killed those men because you believed

we did Jean Vieillard

an unfair death. That he was our victim.

But I can assure you, you are mistaken in that belief.

You seem to know Jean Vieillard like...

you're his friend, his stepbrother,

his secret lover.

I haven't worked out the particular

details in that relationship.

But after what I've seen, he's finally getting closer

Personally, tumor's of that stage of development

seemed to have progressing in a rather frightening rate.

So, he was not our victim.

They never are.

Therefore, this was God, my friend.

Is there anything you would like to volunteer?

Is there any photographic documentation

I need to know about it?

Something that might link myself or my colleague to events

that may or may not have occurred several months ago

No, no.

Are you sure?

Do you remember the question, Terry?

There's no photos.

There's no anything.

You know, Terry, I gotta tell you that...

It never ceases to amaze me...

the selfishness that endows a man and his loved ones.

When he's finally with the specter of death.

In that moment, no matter what he

said to her in the past

no matter what he suffered,

in that moment, his life is intrinsically more valuable than the next man's

triviality such as life span, quality of life, all forgotten

pushed away by the sheer overwhelming value of this man's life.

That is gonna hurt in the morning.

Now, Terry, does anyone else have seen what you seem to know?

Please get me some more blades,

this will get dull soon.

Just a point I'm trying to make, you're upset

because you feel we took Vieillard before his time.

That's clear.

But I wonder, if you would be feeling different.

If you were walking around today,

granted life by this man's death.

If you were the man I gave his heart to.

I am that man.

I knew it looked familiar.

It is the beating of his hideous heart.

I gotta tell you, Terry.

Once I determined that no one else knew

I wasn't quite sure exactly how I was gonna let you go.

But now, it seems so obvious.

The heart's the problem.

Kill the heart. Kill the problem.

Potassium Chloride solution.

You'll be gone in a few seconds.

Liz.

Hey.

--Hi beautiful.

Hey.

Hey.

This is great.

I'm so glad you came.

I didn't know when,

if I'd see you again.

I'm sorry.

I told her it was a boxed robbery.

They tried to steal the TV.

No more secrets, okay?

I bought your heart, Terry.

What?

What do you mean bought my heart?

Last year when you were waiting for a donor...

we both knew you're not gonna

hold on much longer

I didn't want Angela to be alone.

And there was this guy who

worked in the hospital with me..

I've heard rumors about him.

So, I told him to find a heart.

I said I didn't wanna know where it came from.

Just that he finds it quickly.

I didn't wanna lose you.

I remember you told me sometimes we

make sacrifices for the ones we love, right?

Right, Terry?

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