You know something, man. I know something that you don’t know.
That’s right, Jack.
The man is clear in his mind… but his soul is mad.
Oh, yeah.
He’s dying, I think.
He hates all this. He hates it.
But the man is ah…
He reads poetry out loud, all right?
And a voice… a voice…
He likes you `cause you’re still alive. He got plans for you…
No, no, I’m not gonna help you.
You’re gonna help him, man.
I mean, what are they gonna say, man, when he’s gone, huh?
`Cause he dies when it dies, man. When it dies, he dies.
What are they gonna say about him? What are they gonna say?
He was a kind man? He was a wise man? He had plans? He had wisdom?
Bullshit, man!
Am I gonna be the one that´s gonna set them straight? Look at me. Wrong!
You.
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