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By Michael T. Stack

Burton: There’s a dozen dead bodies out back. It’s easy for Tommy to say he’s our friend as long as he doesn’t know about them. But as…

By Michael T. Stack

Burton: I guess I’m worried you’re not thinking clearly. Flynne: What? Burton: You can’t be rational about this. Flynne: You fucking…

By Michael T. Stack

Flynne: This ain’t just another sim. Burton: But you thought it was. What if you kept thinking it? Like Connor with his chess board: he…

By Michael T. Stack

Flynne: I need cash. Now. Burton: How much? Flynne: How much you got? Burton: A thousand if I make it to the next level, which you could…