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2001
JOE: …
I know a restaurant that beats your Mess hands down.
SAM:
I’d like that.
JACK:
Well, General. I think it might be time to reconsider this retirement thing.
This guy’s different. He’s the one I’ve been waiting for. Worrying about. The one
that could tale her away. Younger. Smoother.
Suit and tie. The kind that will
win her heart, her trust, her body. But
never her soul. That belongs to me, and
we both know it. For better and worse,
that’s the part he can’t have. That’s
the part I won’t let go. Not now. Not ever.
Why did she tell me before
him? Why did she ask for my help and
not his? Maybe she also realized that
we made a lot of mistakes; trusting the Aschen was one. Not trusting each other was worse. And so I’ll do it, as she knew I would when
she came to ask me. Another suicide
mission, but this one is for the right reasons. And if it works, I’ll know why I did it. There could only be one reason. Our future.
2010
SAM: I wonder why you sent it... I wonder when.
JACK:
Yeah. You gotta wonder…
