Anastase: Persuasion, Mr. Raynor, is a sickness. Tell me, now that you have managed to shove this idea down my head, do you still want to know if I’m French?
Raynor: That ship sailed, my boy, the moment you brought up that gun to my face. Why don’t we get down straight to what do you want to know.
Anastase: So I thought. You see, some wickedly stupid person in the past said “I would kill for a life like that”. And you, Mr Raynor, the one who could, took it up as a business opportunity. You wouldn’t care to blink in the moment before you kill the person I name.
Raynor: Right. Name anyone you want. I could get you the life of the president for heaven’s sake! The moment I entered this market, I knew I had to disappear first. I’m a ghost, lad! I’m not intimidated by people like you. Just imagine what I could do if I get out…
Anastase: … Alive? Ah! You roll me over ray. You don’t really believe that, do you? The life I want is yours. I’m going to be you. Unless you’re able to persuade me once again, Raynor will walk out of that door, but not you.
Raynor: Alright. Alright! You’ve got it all wrong. I’m no killer! I’m a psychologist, and this facility is in fact an experimental treatment centre for people like you, who are easily convinced to kill. The concept was built up nationwide to deal with terrorism at the root levels.
Anastase: Great beginning, Ray. You really are deeply affected off this disease, the persuasion thing. Go on though.
Raynor: We work with the patients’ accordance in the beginning, just to be sure of a plausible threat. Why do you think I would lie to you now?
Anastase: Well, because I told you to. Anyway, do you know how I got here today? I walked, 19 blocks, in the middle of the traffic. But the people out there are so… careful that I’m still safe and sound. The last four I walked with my eyes closed, from in between the park, but no one really gave a damn.
Raynor: And you want control over them, right? You seek my life for power, for being able to give the people, who want it enough, someone else’s life. Am I Right?
Anastase: In the park, it was like no one else could see either. I wasn’t unable to speak, I was just waiting for them to ask. So, damn hell I want control, a controlled beginning.
Raynor: But you have tried that before, haven’t you? A new beginning sounds brilliant, but does it ever work?
Anastase: It doesn’t matter. I’m here to be you, to kill you. And then slowly, life by life, I’ll take them all. Anyone whose life can be lived better, by someone else, doesn’t deserve to live.
Raynor: Aren’t you listening to me? ‘Life like that’, this entire institution, is a disguise. Taking on someone else’s life is impossible. Even if you could accomplish something like that, every life would be tainted.
Anastase: I’m not looking for a giant white sheet; a few black patches will be just fine.
Raynor: No, it’s going to be worse than ever. You have tried to start new, right? You couldn’t create a better future knowing all the wrongs that you did. How do you expect my future and your past to blend in together?
Anastase: It can’t be. The brochure says, it’s the best a person can ever have.
Raynor: It’s a fake! No… put that gun down. You clearly need help. Every beginning you attempt, this way, will be fouled by something, if nothing else, by this conversation. This circle is inescapable for someone in your position, so strongly rooted….
Anastase: An ending… an ending could suffice for a healthy start. I cannot dream to run while I’m sleepwalking. I need to wake up. Wake up!
Raynor: We’re on the same page Anastase. Remember what I said about working with patients in accordance? I understand you’re absolutely right. Do it!
[Raynor takes the pistol off his hand, shoots him once again, in the chest.]
Raynor [on his cell phone ]: Persuasion, Ms. Desirae, is a sickness for most and a gift for those who can use it. Next time, maintain the protocols. Don’t let a person in just because he’s French, and make sure that he's here for someone else's life, not mine.
Raynor: That ship sailed, my boy, the moment you brought up that gun to my face. Why don’t we get down straight to what do you want to know.
Anastase: So I thought. You see, some wickedly stupid person in the past said “I would kill for a life like that”. And you, Mr Raynor, the one who could, took it up as a business opportunity. You wouldn’t care to blink in the moment before you kill the person I name.
Raynor: Right. Name anyone you want. I could get you the life of the president for heaven’s sake! The moment I entered this market, I knew I had to disappear first. I’m a ghost, lad! I’m not intimidated by people like you. Just imagine what I could do if I get out…
Anastase: … Alive? Ah! You roll me over ray. You don’t really believe that, do you? The life I want is yours. I’m going to be you. Unless you’re able to persuade me once again, Raynor will walk out of that door, but not you.
Raynor: Alright. Alright! You’ve got it all wrong. I’m no killer! I’m a psychologist, and this facility is in fact an experimental treatment centre for people like you, who are easily convinced to kill. The concept was built up nationwide to deal with terrorism at the root levels.
Anastase: Great beginning, Ray. You really are deeply affected off this disease, the persuasion thing. Go on though.
Raynor: We work with the patients’ accordance in the beginning, just to be sure of a plausible threat. Why do you think I would lie to you now?
Anastase: Well, because I told you to. Anyway, do you know how I got here today? I walked, 19 blocks, in the middle of the traffic. But the people out there are so… careful that I’m still safe and sound. The last four I walked with my eyes closed, from in between the park, but no one really gave a damn.
Raynor: And you want control over them, right? You seek my life for power, for being able to give the people, who want it enough, someone else’s life. Am I Right?
Anastase: In the park, it was like no one else could see either. I wasn’t unable to speak, I was just waiting for them to ask. So, damn hell I want control, a controlled beginning.
Raynor: But you have tried that before, haven’t you? A new beginning sounds brilliant, but does it ever work?
Anastase: It doesn’t matter. I’m here to be you, to kill you. And then slowly, life by life, I’ll take them all. Anyone whose life can be lived better, by someone else, doesn’t deserve to live.
Raynor: Aren’t you listening to me? ‘Life like that’, this entire institution, is a disguise. Taking on someone else’s life is impossible. Even if you could accomplish something like that, every life would be tainted.
Anastase: I’m not looking for a giant white sheet; a few black patches will be just fine.
Raynor: No, it’s going to be worse than ever. You have tried to start new, right? You couldn’t create a better future knowing all the wrongs that you did. How do you expect my future and your past to blend in together?
Anastase: It can’t be. The brochure says, it’s the best a person can ever have.
Raynor: It’s a fake! No… put that gun down. You clearly need help. Every beginning you attempt, this way, will be fouled by something, if nothing else, by this conversation. This circle is inescapable for someone in your position, so strongly rooted….
Anastase: An ending… an ending could suffice for a healthy start. I cannot dream to run while I’m sleepwalking. I need to wake up. Wake up!
Raynor: We’re on the same page Anastase. Remember what I said about working with patients in accordance? I understand you’re absolutely right. Do it!
[Raynor takes the pistol off his hand, shoots him once again, in the chest.]
Raynor [on his cell phone ]: Persuasion, Ms. Desirae, is a sickness for most and a gift for those who can use it. Next time, maintain the protocols. Don’t let a person in just because he’s French, and make sure that he's here for someone else's life, not mine.
